I arrive at the offices of Horowitz and Chau much faster than I expected but I’m still very late. Even being scolded by my boss isn’t as bad as it would have been on any other day of the year, because the thought of Liam’s radiant smile burns through any negativity I’m facing in reality.

 

Without a single worry in my mind, the day just flies by me until lunch. Lyssa, the friend who has replaced Brittany in my life and the absolute opposite of that man-stealing succubus, snaps me out of my daze with a light slap on the arm.

 

“Where were you?”

 

I still have a daydream-y smile on my face but with it, I answer her. “I met someone.”

 

In very few words, I explain to her the unusual morning I had.

 

“That explains a lot, actually. Brittany has been in a bitchy mood all day. Bitchier than usual, I mean,” Lyssa says, laughing.

 

It brings me some real joy to know that Brittany had been so deeply affected by my supposed future wedding. I then explain to Lyssa how Liam had suggested we show up to Brittany and Scott’s housewarming party tomorrow.

 

“That’s insane, you can’t do that. You got away with this weird lie once, why push it any further?” she asks worriedly.

 

It’s a fair question. My only answer has to do a lot with my sudden infatuation with Liam, if I’m being honest. But I just tell Lyssa that we’re having fun and seeing how far we can go along with this idea. She insists it’s a bad idea that'll only end up in heartbreak if I feel like I'm falling for him.

 

“Well, what does this Liam person look like?” Lyssa then asks me.

 

I start to describe him in great detail until I remember he had taken a selfie on my phone. Lyssa stares at this low resolution picture for some time and finally turns to me with an excited look.

 

“Hey, what do I know?” Lyssa says. “This dude is sexy as hell, play along with him for as long as you’d like.”

 

Lyssa is someone I feel I can trust to be a real friend. She’s been the strongest beam of my support system these past few months, so I confide in her often and ask her for advice.

 

“Do you really think I should go?”

 

She nods her head enthusiastically and asks me what I’m wearing. After rattling off a couple outfit options I could show myself off in, Lyssa suggests I go shopping for a tight dress that'll drive all men, but most importantly Liam, crazy.

 

I have no choice but to take her up on it. After all, she’s my new best friend and she’s presenting me with the oldest advice in the book. Look good, and get the man. Can do, I think, vowing to buy something on my way home from work that will really wow him. And hoping it will last longer than just one crazy housewarming party.

 

***

 

Later in the day, I walk into my apartment after a long day of work and a quick shopping trip. During the shopping trip, I went to a vintage boutique and bought myself an admittedly revealing red dress that feels like velvet. The dress fits me perfectly and shows off my curves. It’s the perfect dress to wear to the party tomorrow. I have two goals for tomorrow: making Liam fall head over heels for me, and making Brittany the most self conscious person at her own housewarming party.

 

I look in the mirror and see myself looking much hotter than I’ve ever looked, if I do say so myself. I stand in some sexy poses pretending to have Liam as my photographer, shooting me at all types of angles. In my head, Liam the photographer asks me to get on the bed and bend over. I do so in real life just for fun, but my mind can’t stop with this fantasy.

 

My face presses against the mattress with my ass pushed up in the air. I slide my hands between my thighs and press my two strongest fingers against my already wet pussy. I open my lips and start slowly inserting my middle finger inside me, wishing it was Liam’s tongue.

 

The image of my fake Irish fiancé spreading my legs with his big, strong hands warms my insides and a puddle of delicious wetness starts to form on my favorite pair of panties. I slide them off so I can get a good grip on my clit and I imagine Liam spanking me for being such a bad girl.

 

Oh God, how I want Liam — need Liam inside me right now. If he so much as jokes about ruining Brittany and Scott’s sheets at the party, I swear I will take him up on it and actually do it. Self control can only hold me for so long. Just thinking about his shirtless, muscular body being pressed against my delicate skin, I want him to ruin me.

 

My breathing and finger movements quicken when I think of him revealing his large cock to me. He’d present it to me, inches from my face and wait for my mouth to envelop his big, warm shaft. And I wouldn’t stop with my mouth. I’d let him in me if only he’d ask.

 

I rub my clit as I think about his green eyes staring at me as he’s inside me. I want to make him feel the most intense climax while he turns me into his fuck toy. Fucking me until he’s ready to shoot his load all over me, wherever he wants. Thinking about him like this turns me into such a dirty girl.

 

Oh, God, I think, as I play with myself while thinking about him. Oh, God.

 

I cum hard as I exhale and wish it was Liam inside me instead of only my fingers. It’s only then, after an intense climax that leaves me wanting more, that I realize just how much I need him.