Chapter 15
Steven
The Italian Corner was quieter than usual. Tuesday night wasn’t a money-maker. I was sitting in a booth rather than the usual spot I opted for by the window. I was waiting for Allie.
I had called her that afternoon. When she answered the phone, tension sounded in her voice. She had spoken my name, short and soft, and then waited for me to say something. I suppose she might have been waiting for me to yell at her.
“Can you meet me at our usual place tonight? Seven o’clock?” I had asked her.
“Um. Yes. Of course,” she had said back. Her voice had been thin, nervous.
I hadn’t said anything after that. I had hung up the phone and tried to push the foreboding conversation out of my mind. Allie had probably been hurt by that. It was out of my control. Everything I needed to say couldn’t be done over the phone. I had decided she would just have to wait.
Now it was me who was waiting, sitting in the booth at the back of the restaurant, sipping on my ice water while I stared anxiously at the door waiting for Allie to walk in. I was early, I knew, but Allie usually was too. It was ten to seven, and I expected her at any minute.
I had all my questions and talking points lined up. There were things I needed to know, regardless of whether I liked her answers or not. I had to move on. I couldn’t keep thinking about her and Andrew the way I had been. It was toxic, and it was impacting my work.
I had lost an investor the previous morning, and I didn’t intend on letting that happen again. My personal life could not interfere with my work life.
The door to the restaurant opened. I put my water down. A man walked in, and my nerves settled for a minute or two. Eventually, they built back up, and I found myself playing with the corner of the menu while I waited.
The waitress popped by the table and glanced at my water glass. She gave me an alluring smile—one that I might have accepted as an invitation for some flirting had my mind not been so occupied—and then pointed at the drink menu. “Can I offer you something besides water this evening, sir?” she asked, popping one hip out gracefully and resting her red painted fingers on the edge of the table.
“No, thank you. I’ll wait until my friend arrives,” I said perhaps a little shorter than I should have.
“Sure thing,” she said before sweeping away and making her way to her other tables.
I looked back up at the door. My breath hitched in my throat.
She had arrived.
Allie was shrugging out of her red coat and looking around. She looked first to the window; to our usual spot. Frowning, she draped her coat over one arm and swept her gaze over the room. Her dark hair was tied up in a chaotic tangle of curls on top of her head. Whenever she styled it like that, I fantasized about running my fingers through it and pulling it down. I loved the way her curls fell around her face and over her shoulders, and every time she released it, the air became sweeter with the smell of her coconut shampoo.
Her eyes locked with mine.
She started walking toward me. She let her gaze fall to the floor as she walked. So she was just as nervous as I had thought she would be.
Each step she took was slow. It was as if she was trying to put off the inevitable for as long as she could. Her leisurely approach gave me the time to soak in more of her.
She was wearing a form-fitting black skirt that hugged her hips and thighs. Beneath that were black nylons. They were somewhat sheer, and I wondered if they were the kind that ended mid-thigh with a band of lace. Her shoes were simple black heels, not too high, but just enough to show off the curve of her calf. The calf that had rested on my shoulder while I fucked her.
Her top was a form-fitting black turtleneck that made the dangling earrings she wore sparkle against her dark hair and the even darker fabric of the sweater. Tight clothes had always been the best kinds of clothes for Allie.
She was beautiful—more beautiful than I ever remembered her being. Maybe it was because I felt like I couldn’t have her anymore. As she drew closer, I thought of running my hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt up, and seeing whether or not my suspicions about those nylons were accurate.
God damn it man, focus.
She arrived at the table, tight-lipped and anxious. Her fingers were knotted together in front of her, and she stood like she was waiting for an invitation to sit. So I gestured at the seat across from me.
She lowered herself into it and still refused to meet my eyes.
“You look gorgeous,” I told her, watching for the slightest curve of her lips that might betray a smile. No such thing happened.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, her eyes fixed on her lap below the table.
“I’m glad you came,” I said. “I appreciate it.”
Finally, she looked up at me. Her eyes were glassy. I knew this was a sign that tears were being held at bay. “Of course, I came,” she said. “Thanks for calling. I’ve been. Well, it doesn’t matter how I’ve been.”
We sat in awkward silence for a moment. The waitress returned, and Allie ordered herself a glass of water. The waitress tried to encourage me to order something from the drink menu, but I cut her off and ordered our meals instead. Allie and I sat in tense silence until our food arrived. Once we were done eating, I stopped putting off the conversation we had both come here to have.
“I have some questions, Allie. I don’t want to accuse you of anything. I don’t want this to turn into a fight. I only want answers so I can try to make sense of this.”
“I understand,” she said, nodding slowly. “Ask me anything you want.”
It took me a moment to remember the first thing I wanted to ask her. Her bright, sad eyes were too distracting. I didn’t want her looking at me that way. I didn’t want her feeling as broken as I felt. But it was what it was. There was no going back; no rewriting the last few days.
“You never would have told me,” I started, unable to look at her as her bottom lip trembled. “Would you? Had we not hooked up. You would have been able to keep your mouth shut forever.”
“I’d like to tell you I wouldn’t, but yes. I would have kept it from you for as long as I could. Until I died, I imagine.” Each word seemed to take a physical toll on her. It was like she was pulling teeth with each syllable.
“Why?”
She looked down at her hands. She blinked away tears and looked up at the ceiling. Once she had herself under control, she met my gaze and took a deep breath. “I didn’t know how you would react. I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship over something that meant nothing. Over a stupid decision I made when I was a sixteen-year-old girl.”
“I can see why you wouldn’t tell me at the time,” Steven said. “Believe me. I get it. Things would have been confusing. But a year or two later? Or when we were in college? I thought we knew everything about each other. I trusted you with everything. And now I find out that all along you’ve been keeping this big thing buried. You fucked my brother Allie,” I said under my breath, leaning closer to her. “You fucked him, and you guys thought you were pregnant. How could you not tell me that?”
“I know,” she said, her voice cracking.
“It’s fucked up.”
“I know,” she said again, leaning forward and resting her forehead in her hands so I couldn’t see her face. “I should have told you a long time ago. I know that now, Steven. Believe me, I do. I wish I could take it all back. I’ve wished I could do that since the night it happened. So did Andrew. This isn’t what we wanted. None of it was what we wanted.”
“Well, what you wanted doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” I asked bitterly.
Her tear-filled eyes peeked up at me from between her fingers. She shook her head, her dark curls bouncing around her cheeks. “No.”
“And to make things worse,” I said, heat rising up the back of my neck, “you were only sixteen. Andrew was twenty-two. He took advantage of you. He never should have.”
“I know that Steven,” Allie said. “I know. But it wasn’t like that. It wasn’t. I swear. He was good to me. Please believe me. I’m so sorry Steven. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Yeah,” I said, tossing my napkin over my finished plate of food. “So am I. Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.”
I slid out of the booth and headed for the bathroom. It was a small single room with a urinal, toilet, and sink. The Italian Corner was a quaint place, and they only had three restrooms. One was seemingly always out of order.
Before I was able to lock the door behind me, someone pushed it open. I started to tell them it was occupied, but when I turned around, I saw Allie standing there. She pushed the door closed by leaning up against it. Then her hand wandered behind her back, and I heard the lock click into place.
“Allie, what the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“I know you’re mad at me,” she whispered, stepping away from the door and reaching out to take my shirt in her hands. She tugged upward, pulling it out from the waistband of my pants. “But please, I need you. Fuck me. Right here. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
She was looking up at me with those eyes. Her lips were full and parted. One of her knees pressed between my legs, and her hand began to caress my cock over my pants.
“Allie,” I breathed, wanting nothing more than to take her right then and there. “This won’t make things easier.”
“No,” she whispered. “It won’t. I don’t care.”
“Fine,” I said, and I crushed my mouth against hers.
She ran her fingers through my hair before grabbing hold of my shoulders. She braced herself against me as I undid my pants and let them fall around my ankles. Then I took the hem of her skirt and yanked it up over her ass.
I had been right about the nylons. Holy fuck, she was sexy.
I pushed her backward until she was pressed up against the door. I hooked one arm beneath her knee and forced her leg up. I pinned her there, one leg lifted up against her side and draped over my arm, while I pulled myself free of my boxers. I stroked my cock a couple times before arching my hips toward her.
She clutched at my shoulders tighter and pulled me down to her. She kissed me again, greedily, filling my mouth with her tongue while I filled her pussy with my cock. She moaned into my mouth as I thrust in and out of her.
“Fuck me, Steven,” she cooed. “Come on. Fuck me harder.”
I did. The door rattled behind her. Neither of us cared. She moaned and writhed until I was bucking against her, burying myself inside the tightness of her wet pussy. My free hand rubbed her clit. Her leg began to shake. I knew I was about to make her come.
We came together. She cried out, and I covered her mouth with my hand. I didn’t stop, even after she was dripping with my semen. I continued fucking her like it was therapy. All the anger in me had an outlet. She took it all, clinging to me desperately, as I kept my hand clamped over her mouth and banged her until she couldn’t stand on the one leg.
Then, I let her leg fall and grabbed the fabric of her skirt. I used it to turn her around, and then I pushed her shoulders down, forcing her to bend over in front of me. Her ass and her soft little pussy were up in the air for me.
I slid myself into her again. She moaned softly, and her fingers appeared on either side of my cock. She stroked herself and my shaft as I fucked her. I held on to her hips, pulling her up against me with every thrust. My thighs slapped against hers, and I was sure that some of the tables in the restaurant would be able to hear us.
It didn’t matter.
This was it. I was making sure I made it count.
I exploded inside her again. She looked back at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair had come half undone.
I pulled out and stepped away. She straightened, watching me like she was watching a predatory animal. I went to the sink and cleaned myself up before putting my pants back on. Then I turned to her.
“I’m going to pay the bill. Then I’m going home. You were right. This didn’t mean anything.”
She blinked, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
“I could have forgiven you for what you and Andrew did. But I can’t forgive the lie. And I can’t trust you after all this. Tonight gave me clarity.” I dried my hands with the paper towel and went to the door. I unlocked it and looked back at her. “Good luck with everything, Allie.”
When her tears started to flow freely, I opened the door and left. If people were looking up from their meals to stare at me, I didn’t notice. I went straight to our table and dropped enough cash to cover our meals and the tip. Then I went outside and around back to the parking lot, where I got into my car and did everything I could to forget the look on Allie’s face when I had left her in that bathroom.