“I’m not your textbook sex addict nor am I what you may visualize. My libido doesn’t affect my job, I’m not harboring a huge selection of porn, and sex doesn’t consume my every waking thought. My sexual desires are not compulsive or uncontrolled. My hypersexuality and the emotional suppression that was attached to the stigma of sex earned me the classification. There are varying degrees to sex addiction, but it is an addiction no less.” His uneasiness is transparent. He is worried I may run. “I love hard, Siobhan. There is no threat that I will cheat on you. I can’t promise not to corrupt or introduce you to my kinky ways though,” he winks. He attempts to lighten a touchy subject, but his sincerity touches me. It is in this moment that I know that I will gladly step over to the debauchery side of sex with this man.
“Let me in Grayson. I want to know that side of you. I want all of you.” I am pinned to the spot by his cerulean iridescence.
“Be sure you’re ready for what you’re asking love,” he warns.
“I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything before.” He begins to kiss me slowly and I know the conversation is over. He flips over to lie on his back while positioning me to straddle him. I gladly insert his hardness inside me and start a leisurely grind. He brings us both to one last orgasm before we both fall asleep from exhaustion.
I’m startled awake by Jordan’s presence at the end of my bed. “Get up my newly nympho friend,” she giggles. “You guys made me listen to your marathon sex last night. Holy shit, that guy has stamina. I was slightly jealous that Trevor was out of town visiting his brother. Your woman bits should be beyond sore after that production.” I look around, but his side of the bed is empty. The coolness of the sheets indicates he has been gone for some time.
“Jordan,” I groan. I don’t want to talk about my night of hot sex with Grayson, although she is right. My sex is really sore.
“What? I never heard Liam put it down like that. That man had you screaming his name. That was so fucking hot. All I could image is him in that damn towel and the water droplets beading down his eight pack. Shit, you’re lucky. I may have been inclined to forgive him too.”
“Oh. My. God. You’re insufferable. Check out your own man,” I laugh.
“Hey, I can’t help it if I have eyes and ears. By the way, he left about two hours ago. He said he would call you later. He didn’t want to wake you after your late night.”
“He didn’t say that last part, crazy ass,” I chortle.
“No, but it was inferred. You guys were at it until at least one this morning.”
“I can’t believe you stayed up and clocked our sex time,” I say shaking my head.
“Like I had a choice,” she huffs. “On a serious note, Bailey is really pissed that you didn’t tell her you were seeing her brother. She was upset with me too for a second, but then she realized it wasn’t my news to share.”
“Yeah, she kind of went bat shit crazy in the parking lot.” I flinch at the recall.
“Well, I’ve arranged for us to have a girls’ night this Friday at Drai’s to squash this drama. I can’t have my friend and my bestie on the outs with one another.” Jordan places a hand on her hip, something that she unconsciously does when she is serious.
“I don’t have an issue with her. I want to fix things. She’s the one defending his relationship with Vanessa.”
“We will get to the bottom of this Friday then,” she insists. I hate agreeing without knowing if Grayson has plans for us this weekend, but this is important. I can’t let things remain the way are between us.
“Okay, fine.”
“Things will be back to normal by margarita Monday,” Jordan assures. I’m not so sure. She leaves my room and I force myself up to get ready. My limbs scream in protest. I’m deliciously sore all over. I will indeed reminisce about last night with every step today. When I come out of the room, Jordan is in her usual spot sipping on her undoubtedly second or third cup of coffee. It makes me happy to resume our normal morning routine.
The week past blazingly fast. Grayson left on another business trip mid-week and won’t be back until tomorrow so this little girls’ night tonight worked out. Once again, my bed looks like my closet and dresser vomited clothes as I try to find something to wear. I hate trying to put a look together. I suck at it. Jordan stands in the doorway snickering at my frustration. She dangles a sequin dress on her finger. “I have a dress for you Shiv. I guess I should have told you before you wrecked your room,” she chides. I march over to her and grab the dress, ready to be done with this hunt for an outfit. I rid myself of my tank and sweats and slide the taupe mini dress over my curves. It has a V-neckline, but it supports the girls. My ass on the other hand is a different story. The length hits me mid-thigh and I know from experience that any ass shaking will inch this baby right on up. Well, I don’t plan on dancing much anyway. I will people watch tonight and try to resolve my issues with Bailey.
“This one will do.”
“Are you freaking kidding me? You look hot!” She runs to her room and comes back with matching pumps. I haven’t attempted to wear heels since I broke my ankle. I hope I don’t bust my ass.
“We’ll see if you’re still saying that when you are picking me up off the floor. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn heels.”
“Pssh, whatever. It’s like riding a bike. You’ll be fine.” She leaves me alone to do my own hair and make-up while she gets herself ready. When she comes back, my jaw nearly drops to the floor. Her dress is smoking and a bit risqué. It is black sequin with an open back. It barely covers her ass. I would be falling out of the bottom if she gave me that one to wear, but it is sexy as hell on her. “What do you think?” she says twirling in a circle.
“I think you’re going to be fighting the men off with a stick without Trevor by your side tonight.”
“We as in plural darling, but that’s okay. We can hold our own. We can be the sexy sequin twins that you get to look at, but can’t touch,” she surmises.
“You can be such a dork, you know that right?”
“Yep and you wouldn’t have me any other way.” She laughs and I join her because she’s right.
The base of the music vibrates through the floor. Bodies gyrate to the beat and completely fill the dance floor. The strobe lights and smog make it difficult to see what little path there is to make our way toward the pool bar. We finally make it to our reserved cabana and I stop short at the presence before me. Vanessa is sitting there, legs crossed in a body hugging dress of her own. What the fuck is Bailey playing at? I can’t believe that she invited her.
My emotions are running high right now. I’m so pissed. I feel like I’ve been ambushed. Jordan grabs my hand and squeeze. “Did you fucking know that she was going to be here?”
“Of course not,” she says affronted. “You know I wouldn’t do that to you.” It is at this moment that Meghan, Angie, and Bailey arrive carrying a hand full of drinks.
Bailey sees me and I just want to wipe the smirk off her face. “I see you girls have made it. I took the liberty of getting us started with tequila shots. Oh, and I invited Vanessa because I think if we are going to get to the bottom of this, she needs to be here.” Jordan snarls and I can tell she is just as pissed as I am. “Please sit ladies.”
I lead the way. I refuse to give them the satisfaction of having me walk out. Jordan follows suit. The other girls are clearly lost at the scene unfolding in front of them. I knock a couple shots back in rapid succession as I stare at the two of them sitting across from me.
“Okay, well I’ll start us off. You ladies may not be aware, but Siobhan has been seeing my brother since last semester behind my back. She’s had plenty of opportunities to be open with me, but instead she chose to sneak around with him,” Bailey accuses. The girls look shocked at the news.
“Wait, I thought he was dating you Vanessa,” Angie says.
“We were fucking, yes. Dating, no. Grayson and I were best friends. We always hooked up between his temps. Still our relationship was special.” The girls turn to me for my explanation.
“Oh, cut the shit Vanessa. I didn’t steal him from you. Look Bailey, I’m sorry I kept our relationship from you, but this is the very reaction I was trying to avoid. You all want the fucking sordid details, well here they are.” Jordan shakes her head to let me know I don’t have to tell them jack shit, but I’m fed up. They’re all sitting here judging me while Vanessa sits back and plays the victim. “Grayson and I met because I was his student. The attraction was both mutual and instant. When Liam cheated on me, I just wanted the hurt to stop so I indulged in this attraction. On Bailey’s birthday, we danced and that unleashed our hidden desires,” I explain.
“He came to my party with Meredith. Jesus, you pulled him from her too?” Bailey interrupts.
“Don’t be such a bitch Bailey,” Jordan sneers. “You fucking wanted us here to try and see if you guys could hash things out. Stop with the ambush or we’re leaving. And that is why I love my bestie. Bailey is shocked, but she shuts the hell up.
“After Meredith left to catch her plane, he came over that night. He said nothing happened between them and that he couldn’t stay away from me. He left that night, but we agreed that I would call him the next day. From there we decided to enter into a casual, but exclusive relationship,” I continue.
“Fuck buddies,” Vanessa offers.
“Yes Vanessa, you could call it that. We couldn’t be seen together since he was still my professor.” I didn’t want to share that bit of info even though I’m no longer his student, but Bailey left me no choice. “Initially, I didn’t tell anyone because I couldn’t. After I got to know you girls, I didn’t want to share because honestly I knew he wasn’t mine. It was only sex. Well, that’s how it started off. I couldn’t help the feelings that manifested along the way. He told me that he and Vanessa were close, but he wasn’t seeing her. I was very aware that she hooked up with him between their ‘temps,’ as she put it. So you see, I didn’t steal him. In jest, I started a sexual relationship; my very single professor, who I in turn, fell in love with.” Bailey crosses her arms against her chest. She then closes her eyes and shakes her head— gathering her composure.
“You could have been honest with me, Siobhan. The way you went about it was wrong. To make matters worse, you made him choose between you and a friend that has been there for him when he didn’t have his shit together. Vanessa was there when his engagement fell through. Did you know that? Did you know that he was once engaged?” Bailey inquires.
“Yes, he told me about Celeste,” I spew. Vanessa cuts her off and I wonder what they’re hiding. Why is the whole Celeste conversation so taboo? “I didn’t make him stop being friends with Vanessa. The bullshit she pulled at the hospital put their friendship on the rocks. You didn’t share that bit information, did you Vanessa?”
The horror stricken look on her face tells me that I’ve hit the nail on the head. The girls look at her for an explanation. “What is she talking about Vanessa?” Bailey asks.
“That was a private moment between us. I did realize that you were eavesdropping,” she huffs, dodging Bailey’s question. I plunge ahead.
“You allow everyone to paint you as the victim, but you fail to tell them that you came to harass me in the hospital when I couldn’t get away.” I turn toward the girls. “She warned me off Grayson and told me in so many words, how I meant nothing to him and that they had an unbreakable bond. She told me he was a sex addict that was using me to manipulate his therapy and how she was basically bidding her time until he was ready to be in a relationship again.” I’m ready to spill it all. My trusty truth serum, Patron, has kicked in and I’m in the I-don’t-give-a-fuck-mode. The girls gasp, but Bailey is shockingly silent. “Wait here is the best part. Grayson shows up and catches her leaving my room. She absolutely forbids him to see me, threatening exposure of our relationship if he took another step. He was pissed that she had crossed the line, but didn’t want to call her bluff so he left. He told her then that their friendship was over. So you see, I didn’t lay down that ultimatum, she did. It was either he left without seeing me or face exposure.”
Vanessa stalks over toward me so I stand up. This in turn causes Jordan to stand up and an echo effect among the girls. She gets right in my face, undoubtedly embarrassed about being outed. “Fuck you Siobhan. He doesn’t love you. He loves the idea of you. You’re nothing more than a god damn stand in and you don’t even know it,” she rants. Bailey tugs at her arm to silence her, but it is too late. Inhibitions released, my hand flies and makes contact with her face. Damn that felt good.
“You bitch,” she screams. She lurches forward, but I grab her hair and yank as hard as I can. She stumbles in her ridiculously high heels and knocks all the drinks off the table on her way down. Stay down bitch. Jordan and Angie pull me away while Bailey and Meghan help her up. The bouncers are at our table in seconds, but we assure them that we’re leaving. Vanessa is sporting a cut lip from the fall and my drunken spirit grins at the payback. I’m pumped up now. Jordan helps to hold me up as we exit the club so I don’t meet the same fate with the floor.
“Come on Muhammad Ali,” she jokes. Huh, I just slapped her. I should have punched her sorry ass. How dare she get in my face? I wasn’t in a hospital bed broken this time. She should’ve known that smart shit wouldn’t fly twice. It’s been a long time coming.