Chapter One
“Matt?” I called out just as I began to open my eyes. Fuck. I was dreaming. I turned over to my side and switched the bedside lamp on. Damn it, my room was a fucking mess. How did I get home anyway? I remember going to his place - to Matt’s place - and talking about that nonsense Halloween Special that he’d just watched.
Did we drink? We must have because I felt heavy and hung over. I loved the feeling I got while drinking but I just hated the fact that I was so weak that I always forgot everything that took place. Maybe I was allergic to alcohol or something but it just had a strong effect on me.
“Where is he?” I asked myself aloud. I sat up, tossed my shirt and bra off to the foot of the bed and reached for my phone. Fuck, it was on the floor. I must have really stumbled in when I got home. I wonder if he drove me home or if he was too drunk and asleep that I had to stumble all the way back.
“Where are you? What the fuck happened?” I texted him. He didn’t reply as quickly as he normally did. Maybe he was asleep. I couldn’t go back to sleep, however, and figured there were other things to do.
I kicked off my shorts and panties and walked over to my closet. Hmm… there were a lot of cute little things to put on but after a while I settled with the slutty Bunny lingerie Matt had bought for Halloween. Sure, we never actually had sex but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t tease him every now and then. It was also quite comfortable to wear.
For a quick moment I checked myself in the mirror. I was honestly pleased with what I saw. Although I barely stood an inch above five feet, I at least had a figure most women would die for. I knew I had a hot body. What I liked most about my appearance, however, was my long light brown hair and green eyes. Well, those and my back. Matt kept telling me that if we ever did have sex he would go crazy to fuck me doggystyle because of how hot I would look doing it.
Back on the bed, all I could think of was how Matt held onto me tonight - well, as much as I could remember anyway, before we got around to drinking. I remember him pulling me to him and he crushed me with his arms, embracing me so tightly I thought he’d never let me go.
That was one of the moments where I felt truly loved, truly cherished. I could feel his heart beating faster and the warmth of his breath. When I snuggled in closer I could even feel his cock getting harder - I loved that. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to feel how much he wanted me even though he knew I wasn’t going to give myself up so easily.
“Why are you still a virgin?” he did ask me once while we were on a date. This was a few weeks ago and we were out having ice cream at the park. I just quit my job at the time and needed someone to let my frustrations out and Matt closed his shop just to be with me that day.
I could only shrug back at him. “I had a chance to lose my virginity back in high school and again in college,” I admitted. “Typical student shit, you know, like getting drunk while at a party and hanging out with the hot guy.”
“So, what happened?”
“Well, on the first instance he couldn’t get his cock up because he was so intoxicated and during the second time we were caught by the guy’s parents.” I laughed and licked my ice cream. Now that I thought about it I just found the memory so amusing. I’m a virgin because of sheer bad luck.
Matt did express on multiple occasions he wanted to sleep with me. To be completely honest I wanted to give it to him and there were times where I felt so hot and aroused that I almost initiated sex.
I just couldn’t though and for the longest time I couldn’t really figure out why. Matt, fortunately, was patient enough to wait and let me figure this shit out. He never tried to rush me but he always did joke that he might as well masturbate to my images and videos just to relieve himself of all the waiting. I could only laugh and let him have a go.
Why hasn’t he replied yet?
I checked the time. It was still just eleven o’clock. He wouldn’t be asleep just yet, he had a habit of playing video games until early morning. He couldn’t be too busy to at least text back. Was he back at the shop? It closes at six in the evening. There’d be no reason to go back unless there was a new shipment of clothes that had to be received right then and there.
“He’ll call,” I told myself. I wasn’t sleepy anymore so I figured I might as well spend some time online. Using my phone I got on Facebook. Fortunately, a lot of our friends were still online. I saw Kevin was still on, maybe he was with Matt.
“Hey,” I popped him a message. “You with Matt?”
“Nope,” he replied quickly. “I’m hanging out with Melanie and Tom playing beer pong. Care to join?”
That sounded fun. I thought about it for a few seconds but figured Matt might call any moment and it would be a dick move if I decided to not sleep at his place but still hang out and get drunk with others.
“I’m good,” I replied. “Maybe next time. Just a bit worried, he hasn’t replied yet.”
Kevin took a while to reply. “Uh… he’s probably just busy. Maybe he’s sleeping.”
I raised an eyebrow and decided to chat up Melanie. “Yo. You guys seen Matt?”
“He was here just a while ago, shooting the shit and stuff,” she quickly replied. “I’m here with Kevin and Tom. Jodie was here too but she had to go. Something with her brother bugging her about work or some stuff, I don’t know really.”
Fucking Kevin. He freaking lied to me. Maybe Matt put him up to it. That just didn’t seem like Matt though and why would Kevin ask me to join them if he didn’t want me to know Matt was just there a while ago?
“Kevin said otherwise,” I told her. “Fucking liar.”
“I saw Kevin and Matt talking privately earlier, right before Matt left,” she told me. “Hey, I got to go. I’m in the bathroom. Been drinking too fucking much. I’ll chat you up tomorrow. Maybe we can hang out at that new diner.”
I got up from the bed and paced around. Something was just not feeling right. I had to retrace my steps. I got off work at five, Matt closed shop and picked me up, we bought some drinks, watched a movie at his place and then got drunk. He drove me home, I took a nap and then I woke up. That’s where I was now. So at some point after Matt left my place he joined up with Kevin and the others and he just left. He was probably not responding to my messages because he was driving home.
Yeah, that was probably it. He’ll text or call the moment he got home.
Ring!
See? There he was. I knew it. My eyebrows raised, however, when I got a look at the number calling my phone. It was an unknown number. Who the fuck was this?
“Uh, hello?” I immediately asked as soon as I picked up the call.
“Hello, is this a Lily Hunter?” a female voice asked on the other end. It sounded very authoritative and straight to the point.
“Y-yes ma’am, this is Lily,” I answered. “Uh who is this?”
“Ms. Hunter, I’m Officer Joy O’Reilly, I’m calling about a Matthew Ricci. Do you know him?”
What the fuck was going on? Why would she be calling about Matt? Did he get into some kind of trouble? Fuck! He had a reputation for his temper… maybe he got into a fight. He was drunk, after all.
“Yes, I do,” I then answered. “Could you please tell me what this is all about?”
“You were the only person listed for emergencies that Mr. Ricci had on his phone so we called you before anyone else. I can presume you are his girlfriend?” The officer paused a moment and when I didn’t reply she continued on. “I don’t know how else to put this so I’ll just give it to you straight. Mr. Ricci was struck in a car accident. He swerved to the right and smashed against an incoming truck. I’m sorry, Ms. Hunter, but he died before we even got to the scene.”
W-wait… what?
I blinked. She had to be joking, right? That had to be a lie. This all had to be a lie. He was just with me a few hours ago. Kevin just saw him. They were just having some fun, how could he be gone?
“Ms. Hunter?” Officer O’Reilly checked on me.
“Where did this happen? Are y-you still there? Tell me where and I’ll head over there now.”
“We’ll pick you up,” she replied. “Just tell me your address and I’ll have one of the guys on patrol there pick you.”
“O-okay,” I answered. My voice quivered as I tried to hold back the tears. Deep inside I wanted to freaking scream and throw my phone out the fucking window. “I-it’s apartment four, Riverview Compound, along High Rise Avenue.”
“Got it,” O’Reilly said. “I’m terribly sorry for your loss, Ms. Hunter. I truly am.”
I ended the phone call and waited. Tears began to flow down my cheeks and I couldn’t even tell when I began to let them loose. I just felt the warmth streak down my face and before I could stop myself I was starting to shiver and crumble to the floor in heavy sobs.
What the fuck just happened?