"You can't just do that! That's not how a relationship works!" Lucy yelled as the soreness in her throat ached due to the loud tantrums she was throwing just over twenty minutes ago. Justifiably.
She still was, just not as much.
However, now, she was holding back from crying with all her might.
What an emotional rollercoaster this conversation was.
"Oh yeah? And what makes you such an expert?" He mocked.
"That doesn't even make sense! We've been dating for a year! D-Does this not mean anything to you?!" She questioned as she pointed back and forth at her and at the man standing in front of her.
The grin on his face seemed to ache her heart even more in agony. He was a prick indeed. To any normal person, that look of 'enjoyment' would infuriate them.
Not Lucy though.
The deep and one-sided emotional attachment she had to him suppressed the anger she held within her. At least in this moment.
"I've dated plenty of girls before you. I am your first. That makes me the expert, Princess." His grin just kept growing wider. It looked forced, however.
"Who cares who dated who?! That does not give you the right to smack that girls ass!" She reasoned; her tears threatening to fall down her sore eyes once more.
"And right in front of me too..." her tone grew softer as the strength within her faded, causing tears to roll down her cheeks. She bit her lip trying to maintain her composure, but she was obviously failing.
She was hurting. She really was. Seeing her fiancé break the strong bond she thought she had with him, pained her.
"Well... you should know I did more than smack it." He said, making her heart sink in an instant.
It was like he was enjoying this. Or better yet, it was like he wanted this to happen.
Before she could muster up the courage to speak, she felt her airways tightening, leaving her breathless and speechless. Her knees weakened and her legs shook as she attempted to keep her balance.
She fell hard on the ground and covered her face with her hands, suppressing her cries into her palms.
The pain she felt could be heard from down the street of her apartment.
Yes, this was her first heartbreak. It was the first time her innocent heart ever knew betrayal.
Cheating holds enough power to break the strongest relationship apart, and she knew it.
He just stood there as he watched her life fall apart right before her eyes. He knew how much he meant to her. He knew of her wedding plans with him since the big day was only three months away. He stared at the big rock on her ring finger and sighed, knowing it was over.
All he could do was stand there, feeling slightly guilty for being the reason a woman cries.
But who are we kidding, he would forget about this tomorrow.
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, knowing it was the last time he would see her.
He wanted to end this relationship either way. But for some reason, it didn't feel as good as he thought it would.
"LEAVE!!" She cried out in disgust as she pulled the ring harshly off her finger and threw it at him. Her red eyes now revealed as she looked up at him.
Just like that, he turned around without picking it up or saying another word, and left. He lightly slammed the door on his way out.
He left a woman crying on her knees in the middle of her apartment, and never looked back.
At least he thought he wouldn't.
At the Bar 2 hours later
"Another drink." The blonde requested as she lightly slid her empty glass on the bar-table to the bartender.
"Ma'am, you've had 5 shots already." He sighed.
"Who's paying who? I said another." She rolled her eyes.
Her mind was foggy and her eyes were blurry. Everything felt a bit hazy. All she knew right now was that she needed to drink her feelings away.
This wasn't unusual, though. She would visit this bar often and she wasn't a light-weight.
"Feisty one aren't you," The blonde heard a deep, raspy voice comment next to her.
She turned her body around with the assist of her bar stool, only to see a hazy image of a man in a black-suit with salmon colored hair. His olive eyes matched his tie and his hair was ruffled up, as if he came here after a long day at work. His lips were glossed up, probably from the amount of drinks he endured.
"And you are?" She asked, gesturing her hand at him drunkly.
"Not important," He said as he looked away, taking another sip of his drink. His watch looked heavy and his sharp jawline could cut a brick.
"You interfered in my conversation. The least you could do is introduce yourself," She claimed with her eyes half open, resting her tilted head on the palm of her hand. The golden strands of her hair falling on the table.
He gave her an unreadable look. He roamed his eyes around the radius of her body, admiring every inch of the blonde woman next to him.
In all honestly, he was seeing if she was worthy of a conversation.
She had a tight blue dress on that defined her curvy figure. It reached down to her mid-thighs as her legs were crossed, exposing their juicy-ness. Her V-neck revealed how her large breasts were round and lifted.
He smirked, satisfied by her appearance.
"How drunk are you?" He asked, changing the subject as he looked back up into her eyes, taking notice of her curled lashes and beautiful honey orbs.
Her eyes were red, though. It was either because of the crying or the drinking... impossible to tell.
"Drunk enough to wanna talk to you," she smiled, her bangs drifting as she tilted her head.
"Is that your way of flirting?" He asked as he took another sip of his drink, fully turning towards her on his bar stool without breaking the intense eye contact they were having.
"Here you go ma'am." The bartender interrupted as he placed her 6th shot in front of her. "Last one, okay?"
"I think she's had enough," The mysterious man claimed as he took her drink off the table before she could reach it. He drank it instead.
"And why the hell do you care?" She asked narrowing her eyebrows, bothered by his intrusion as she looked back up into his eyes.
He chuckled,
"I don't, sweetheart. I have other plans for you, but you need to sober up before you could follow through with them." He stood up from his bar stool and reached into his pocket, taking out his wallet.
"I don't want to~" she whined like a baby as she knocked on the bar table in rejection, causing a commotion. It was mostly an act, but she didn't care for acting proper right now.
The bartender sighed as he walked away.
The man held both of her wrists with one hand, stopping her from causing any more loud noises.
"Stop that. Come with me," He demanded as he dropped a hundred dollar bill on the table then walked her towards the exit, not letting go of her wrists.
Her breathing grew heavy as she realized she was being dragged out of the bar by a stranger.
"W-Where are you taking me?!" She cried out as she tried to jiggle her hands out of his grasp.
The music was too loud and everyone was too drunk to care.
She kept releasing struggled noises as he pushed the exit door open and walked to the parking lot.
"Let me go!!!" She yelled, jiggling her wrists more aggressively.
"Stop yelling," He demanded as he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face her. It was giving him a headache.
The night crept long ago. The roads were empty and only a few parked cars were in sight. It was almost closing time.
He noticed her heavy breathing and her eyes roaming around them, as if seeking for help.
He let go of her wrists, stepping back. He hadn't realized how this might've looked.
"I'm not going to kidnap you if that's what you're worried about," He said, calming her down.
She paused for a moment as she stroked her wrists before speaking up again.
"What do you want with me?" She asked, a tad of anger evident in her voice.
"I wanna sober you up," he smiled. His eyes were red the closer she looked. He didn't seem like he was in the right mind himself.
"Why?!"
"Don't wanna take advantage of what seems like a drunk girl with a broken heart,"
She paused. Was she that obvious?
"I'm not drunk," she argued, disregarding his insightful remark. "I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions right now,"
He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyebrows in disbelief.
"See that bar right there," She said pointing at it, "my good friend Mira owns it. I have high tolerance pinkie, 5 shots are child's play."
He chuckled. He had five times that tonight.
It was cute how she argued.
"Oh yeah, hot shot?"
She nodded as she folded her arms, surprisingly acting mature all of a sudden compared to a minute ago.
"Then what's with the red eyes?" He questioned, pointing back and forth at them.
"I was crying. Don't pry any further." She sternly said.
He chuckled,
"I couldn't care less about why you were crying."
Ouch.
A moment of silence passed before she spoke up again.
"What do you want from me?"
Just as he was about to answer, a limo pulled up in front of them.
Ah, that's what he was waiting for.
He opened the door,
"Get in."
"Like hell!!" She retaliated as she straightened out her arms and clenched her hands into fists, angry and confused as to why he would think she'd agree to leave with a stranger.
"Before you do so, I need a name."
"Didn't you hear me!? I'm not getting in!" She yelled, annoyed.
He leaned in closer to her as he rested his arm on the car door,
"Watch your attitude." He firmly said as he looked her straight in the eyes.
She froze for a second as she felt shivers run down her spine... the way he said it scared her.
"What do you want from me?" She questioned again, furrowing her eyebrows.
"I want me inside of you."
.
.
Woah...
He seemed more drunk than she was.
It made her tingle in sensation.
She liked it. His bluntness and honesty. His ability to reach out for what he wanted in all confidence, without playing any games.
She wanted it too. Ever since she laid eyes on his salmon hair and olive eyes that pierced right through her, she knew she needed him. Just for the night, and just to get over her fiancé. I mean, ex fiancé. Then she doesn't care for seeing him again.
But for tonight, she needed him. To forget.
"Patience is running low sweetheart. You want to or not?" He sighed.
She relaxed her shoulders and looked him in the eyes, contemplating her decision.
She normally wouldn't do this, but who cares. One night won't hurt, right?
This would help get her mind off of him.
"I'll be using you as a rebound tonight..." She said, giving him the same courtesy of being blunt as well.
"You don't need to share your reasons with me." He responded.
"To be clear, this will be a one night stand." Lucy stated.
"Glad your intentions align with mine."
"So no being friends after, right?" She questioned, unsure of what he would respond. She didn't know the rules for this, after all.
He could tell she had never done this before.
"Strangers." He responded.
"One rule though," He continued.
"No kissing on the lips."
She looked at him confused.
"Lips are personal. Anything else is fine."
Although she found it weird, she nodded and went along with it.
Without another word, she got in the car and he got in after her.
"Name?" He asked.
"It's Lucy." She responded, smiling. Her bubbly self coming out.
Lucy.
He looked at her smile and felt the positive aura she carried. She was cute. Cute and new at this, that was for sure. He signaled for the driver to drive off.
"Yours?" She questioned.
"It's private."
"That's not fair! Why would you make me say my name then?"
He looked over to her,
"Who's going to who's house? Wouldn't you want to know the name of the person you're inviting over?... My name is irrelevant." He reasoned.
'What's with him?' She thought to herself.
The ride to his place was tensioned and quiet at first.
He could feel her being upset about not sharing his name. It was a heavy silence.
As they made their way to the main road,
"Arthur, close." He demanded.
Her gaze left the window and landed on the driver who felt like he was a mile ahead of her. She saw him slide the window—separating the driver from the passenger—shut.
Her heartbeats increased.
She looked back at pinkie, finally realizing his expensive suit, Rolex watch, and high class limo.
"Just... how rich are you?" She questioned. She didn't realize she had asked that out loud until she heard her own voice.
He looked over at her and held her by her waist, drifting her closer to him.
"It's sound proof."
Was all he said.
"Uhm ok... show off." She said, rolling her eyes.
He looked at her confused.
"I get that you have money, but you don't need to brag about it." She further explained.
His glare grew longer as he formed a smile and began chuckling,
"What?" He questioned.
She truly was innocent, huh.
Her cheeks heated at the sound of his laugh.
That's new. He's actually cute when he's not so serious.
Why's he laughing though...
He explained himself by delicately placing his hand on her inner thigh and caressing it, causing chills to run all over her body.
His glare intensified as he slid his hand upwards, under the dress, gently massaging her thigh.
Her breathing delayed as she rested her head back, looking into his eyes as he looked into hers.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers landing against her panties.
She softly moaned as she closed her eyes, feeling tingly and itchy.
Glad I wore a dress...
He held the tip of her panties with his fingertips as he slid them down. She lifted her body up, assisting him.
She gulped, feeling needy yet scared at the same time. More needy, though.
He placed his hand on her thighs again and slid his hand up smoothly.
She was exposed.
Without any warning, he landed his two fingers against her clit, and began rubbing it in circles.
She breathed loud.
"You like that?" His heavy voice whispered into her ear as he rubbed her, causing her feels to intensify.
His voice alone was enough to turn her on. His rough fingers being gentle on her sensitive spot just made it better, too.
He rubbed her in cursive, causing her heavy breathing to grow into moans at the feel of him. She shut her eyes hard as she moaned louder and hung her mouth open, not able to contain herself.
Only one image appearing in her mind:
Sting.
Get him out of your head L-
"Ahhhhuh!!" She moaned even louder as he suddenly shoved a finger inside her. He began going in and out effortlessly, before she could finish that thought.
"Sound proof." He repeated, smirking.
She smiled as he continued with his motion. Her mind went blank as he thrusted another finger in her, hard and aggressive, moving in and out, hitting her exact sweet spot.
Her legs began to weaken and shake... completely filled with pleasure as she began to lose control over her vocals.
She moaned loud as she gripped onto the seat, attempting to contain her indecent noises that are escaping her lips, but failing. Her breathy moans turned him on, too.
She could hear the sound of the juice dancing inside of her as his fingers thrusted into her.
He then smoothly shoved another finger in, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.
His gentle yet firm movement inside of her built up her urge subtly.
She moaned loud with her hanging jaw as she grabbed his leg, gripping it hard as she hit her climax. Her eyes rolled back and her whole body stiffened as his fingers went deeper and faster into her.
"I-I'm about to—" she could only say between her moans and breathing.
He understood. He could feel the warm liquid around his fingers.
The tighter she gripped onto his leg, the faster he thrusted, not stopping as her moans grew louder and her breathing began buffering.
It made her go crazy. Insanely crazy. Talented fingers, they were.
She let out a loud moan as her nails dug deep into his leg, then released.
He slowly slid his fingers out and it was practically dripping.
She looked at him with half opened eyes and heavy breathing, completely ready for what awaits her.
He took out a napkin from the inside of his suit and cleaned himself off very professionally.
If this was that good, then I wonder how he'll be in-
"You're ready for me now." He whispered into her ear.