Xavier
I can’t keep the smirk off my face as I sit waiting at the uptown restaurant called The Amsterdam. I deliberately told Allie the wrong place, and damn, does it feel so good.
I saw the opportunity yesterday, and I took it. My plan to make Allie pay for the things she did in high school is practically falling into place all on its own.
Sending her to the other side of town is a direct throwback to her standing me up in high school on what was supposed to be our first date.
I still can't believe she did that, but now she's gonna get a taste of her own medicine.
What makes this all the sweeter is that I can tell Allie really wants me. Her pussy is probably aching to have me inside of her and that makes this revenge even sweeter.
I plan to fuck with her as much as possible before revealing my true identity. This misdirection today is just phase one of what's gonna go down.
I order an expensive scotch on the rocks and just wait. I hope she's scurrying around town, frantic to get me. She's probably so unsure of what happened and thinking that she made a mistake.
I laugh to myself and think about how enjoyable this is going to be for me. I want to make her squirm and I want to make her feel some of the pain and confusion of being stood up.
I wait for what seems like a fucking eternity. Doesn't she know I have better things to do with my day than to wait on her? As the clock ticks by and my time is wasted, I become increasingly more and more angry.
By the time she's ushered into the restaurant and takes a frenzied seat across from me, I'm really pissed.
"Where have you been?" I say angrily. "My time is money and I don't have time to sit here and wait for someone who can't even get the destination right."
I hope I make her feel bad. I hope she thinks it's all her fault and is eager to make it up to me.
"Oh my God, Xavier, I'm so sorry. I really thought it was at Blackwell's. I thought we had discussed—"
I cut her off before she can make up any more excuses. Deep inside, I know it's not her fault, but I also know it feels so good to take my anger out on her. Suddenly, years’ worth of pain is boiling to the surface and I just want to make her pay for all of it.
"Well, next time maybe you should double check with me about the location," I say between gritted teeth.
She gazes down and plays with her fingers, somber as ever. For half a second, it breaks my heart to see her sad, but I quickly regain my composure.
She doesn't deserve a solitary moment of empathy for me. I remember why I’m doing this. This is all her fault and I'm going to make her pay for how she treated me all those years ago.
The idea of it makes my cock twitch and harden against my pants. I'm aching to take my torment out on her sexy little body. The question is, when will it happen?
"Well, at least you're here now," I say, visibly calmer but still the one in charge.
Then I call the waiter over and order an expensive bottle of wine.
Allie attempts to lighten the mood by saying, "So I finally found out your name, Xavier. I never actually caught your name yesterday."
Yeah, and it was fucking intentional. But of course I don't tell her that.
"So, what got you into modeling?" I ask, completely ignoring her comments about my name.
"Well," she shifts uncomfortably in her chair, "I used to be a competitive cheerleader and my agent found me that way, while scouting."
I'm glad to see that she's uncomfortable around me. She should be. I plan on using my dominance over her in a way that she can’t begin to imagine.
"Something about the way you said that makes me feel like you're not happy being a model," I say, pouring her some wine.
She looks at me and says, "Can I be honest with you?"
"Of course."
"I love modeling. And acting. I feel like it's what I've been called to do. But I have a shoddy agent. She never goes out of her way to do anything to advance my career, and honestly, she's made my career almost intolerable."
Her admission confirms what I suspected—that she's a struggling model, not successful at all. I can’t make myself give a fuck about that. In fact, I take an almost perverse pleasure in it.
My, how the tables have turned. Now I'm the one with all the power and she's the one asking me for favors. I'm sure she's dying to get into my company.
"Oh, you were a cheerleader?" I say as if I don't already know, injecting condescension into my voice. "That's got to be a tough transition from cheerleading to modeling. They're not exactly the same thing."
My words seem to sting her the wrong way. She looks down again and plays with her napkin.
"I mean, I know it's a tough industry to crack. I just thought that maybe I could do it. I like to perform and to be on camera."
I've tortured her enough. I'll give her what she wants. And I'll give her the truth. Some of it anyway.
"Well, you're certainly gorgeous enough to be a model," I say, knowing my words will soothe her.
She looks up at me hopefully and the sparks begin to fly. There's definitely sexual tension between us. There always has been. But now that we've each grown up, our chemistry is on fucking fire.
We finish lunch and I decide it's time to get a taste of Allie once more.
"This was a nice lunch, Allie, but I'm not done with you yet. Would you like to come up to my apartment for a few drinks?"
She's not gonna say no. I'm not gonna be disappointed. I'm never disappointed in women. They always want only one thing...my cock.
And Allie's no different.
It’s almost too easy.
"I'd love to," she says, the expression on her face making it clear she knows full well that I intend to fuck her up there.
Game on.