Twelve
Sager
I notice the look of fear on her face as she answers the phone. It’s him, I already know.
“Alec,” she answers.
She nervously looks over at me, and I try to steel my emotions. I won’t let her see how much it pisses me off.
“No, I can make something. I thought you wouldn’t be home until Tuesday.” She pauses and looks away from me. “Okay. I love you too.”
It’s like a sucker punch to the gut. Those three words that she can still say to him even after we fucked twice last night. She ends her call and drops her phone into her bag. I shouldn’t take it out on her, but I do.
She was in my bed last night, and now she’ll be back in his tonight.
Getting out of bed, I head past her to the bathroom and start the shower. I already know that she’s going to leave, so it doesn’t matter anymore.
Her hand touches my back, and when I turn to face her, I see the uncertainty in her eyes again.
“You don’t have to explain yourself. He’s your fiancé, and I’m just the guy you fuck when he’s out of town. Call me when you need me to fuck you again.”
I don’t bother looking at her expression as I get in the shower, shutting the curtain so I don’t have to watch her walk out of my house.
Closing my eyes, I stand under the stream of water, turning it as hot as I can stand it. After a few minutes, I soap up and wash it all down the drain before I wash my hair and shut the water off. When I get out of the shower, the house is quiet.
I walk into my bedroom, drying my hair with a towel and nothing of hers is left behind. She left just like I knew she would. He called, and she went running back to him, to a life of fake love and status.
Getting dressed, I pull on a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. I grab my running shoes and put them on before grabbing my wallet and phone, shoving them into my pocket.
Just as I’m about to head out the door, I get a message from Jenner.
Jenner: I’m sorry about what I said about her. I just don’t want to see her ruin you.
I sigh as I send him a message back.
Me: I know. She already left when he called.
Jenner: Sorry brother. I know you got a thing for her.
Jenner: I got invited to some high society thing if you want to be my man date. Find a new rich princess to fuck.
I laugh at that. Jenner hates the high society shit just as much as I do. He isn’t one for going to those mixer bullshit things unless his father forces him to.
Me: What, you can’t get your own date? Haha
Jenner: Why take sand to the beach?
Me: Fine, I’ll be your man date so you don’t have to suffer alone. Maybe I’ll get a chance to toss crab cake at my old man while we’re there.
Jenner tells me the date and time, and I respond with ‘I’ll pick you up at six, babe. Don’t be late.’
When I finally get to the gym, it’s practically dead. I check in with Mandy before I head to my office to work on some reports that I was supposed to have done a week ago. Cameo had taken over every inch of my brain last week, and I didn’t get half the shit I needed to get done, done.
I even take Jenner’s client a few hours later when he calls to say he has to get something done for his father.
That’s the difference between us. Jenner still tries to make his father proud, where I could care less what that dickhead father of mine thinks. He wanted me to be something I wasn’t, and when I wouldn’t conform, I was no longer part of the family. Just like that, he cut ties with me and could care less what I had going on in my life.
Jenner still tries to please his father even though it’s almost useless. Markel Anthony made his millions the same way my father did, on the backs of others. Jenner is nothing like his father Markel, so I don’t see why he continues to try and follow in his footsteps.
Once I finish with his client, I head back to my office and prepare all the paperwork for the quarterly reports and my accountant. Shoving everything into a manila envelope, I leave it up front with Mandy and tell her that Grimes will be stopping by to pick it up on his way to his office.
She doesn’t say anything about Cameo, and I have a feeling that Jenner already told her what happened. One thing about my friends is that they all have big mouths and always gossip about anything and everything.
Making my way to my car, I think about Cameo, but I don’t send her a message like I normally would. Instead, I just head home.
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One week later
Looking around the room, I take in all the rich people in the expensive clothes that they will probably only wear once before they toss it out. Jenner and I are both dressed in tuxes, and it’s only because he forced me to. I wanted to just come in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt, but he refused to let me leave his house until I changed, so here I am in this damn thing that’s a little snug around my waist.
A waitress comes by with glasses of champagne, and just as I grab one, I see Cameo.
She’s wearing a strapless black cocktail dress that fits every inch of her body flawlessly. Just as I start to move toward her, I see that bastard put his hand on her lower back, ushering her through the crowd.
“Fuck. That’s her, isn’t it?”
Instead of answering, I down my drink and grab Jenner’s, downing it too. He motions to the waitress, and she brings us new drinks that I down again. I could care less about me making a scene if I was hammered. Not saying that I’m not above taking her into a bathroom and fucking her hard against the counter while he’s out here schmoozing these rich dicks.
Grabbing my phone, I send her a message.
Me: And I thought you looked best in just a pair of panties and a bra. It has nothing on this look.
When she notices her phone, she looks at the screen and puts it away before he can see it. Not that he is even paying attention to her anyway. He’s too busy talking to my father to even care that she’s now staring at me.
I tip my glass in cheers, and she goes pale. She thinks I’ll make a scene and tell the whole room our dirty little secret. What she doesn’t know about me is that I would never out her just because I was pissed she went right back to him the moment he got back in town.
I send her another message and head toward the bathrooms. Leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, I wait for her to show. The seconds tick by slowly and just as I’m about to make my way back toward the party, I hear heels click down the hallway.
Pushing away from the wall, I wait for her to come around the corner. As she gets closer, the clicking of her heels gets louder, and when she comes around the corner, I suck in a breath. She’s even more beautiful up close.
As she gets closer, I see her start to wring her hands together in that cute way she’s done before.
“What are you doing here?” Her eyes burn into me, and I don’t even care if I piss her off with my next move. I can’t help myself. I reach out grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into me. My lips press against hers, and all is right in the world again.
Her body melts into mine, and when I hear someone coming, I drag her into the bathroom with me.
“Why are you here?” she whispers when I pull her into a stall, locking the door behind me. The nice thing about a place like this is that the stalls are actually pretty private. You don’t see under the sides of the stall, but you can see under the front of them.
“I was invited.” Instead of letting her ask me another question, I back her up against the door and box her in. “Now kiss me.” When she doesn’t make a move for me, I grab her hip and close the distance that’s left between us.
“Ca –” before I can finish saying her name, she’s slamming her mouth to mine, shutting me up. She doesn’t want me to say her name out loud, and that’s fine with me if I get what I want.
My hands grip her ass as I pull her hips to mine and I grind against her. I want to strip her out of her panties and fill her cunt with my dick. I slide the back of her dress up and slip my fingers into the thong she’s wearing.
I bet it’s going to match the strapless bra she’s wearing right now. Every time I’ve stripped her down, she’s had matching underwear.
Pulling them down her thighs, I get them off her feet and shove them into my pants pocket. I’m keeping these for the nights that I don’t have her in my bed. I’ll remember this moment.
I turn her around to face the stall door and force her to put her hands on the door to brace herself. My hand slides over her sweet ass as I undo my pants and pull my dick out. Stroking myself with one hand, I use my other hand to slide my fingers along her pussy. I can already feel how wet she is and I haven’t even gotten inside of her yet.
“So wet,” I murmur against her ear.
Pressing the head of my dick to her opening, I slide it against her clit a few times before slamming into her. My arm wraps around her waist to keep her from running into the stall door, and she lets out a breathy sigh.
I pull out of her slightly before pressing back into her roughly. Every thrust of my hips feels fucking amazing, and the sounds coming from her are going to get us caught in here. I place my hand over her mouth as I fuck her harder. The sounds of our skin slapping together fills the room, and when someone comes into the bathroom, I switch our positions so they see the backs of my legs if they look under the stall door.
Her body stiffens when she hears the person enter the room. I continue to thrust in and out of her, not giving a shit who is in here with us.
Reaching down, I rub her clit, and it doesn’t take her long to tremble against me. We aren’t being as loud as we were, but I won’t let someone stop me from fucking her. Not when I finally get another taste of my addiction.
When she starts to come, I shove two of my fingers into her mouth to stifle her moans. She sucks on my fingers and fuck if it doesn’t make me come right then and there. I empty myself into her sweet cunt and rest my forehead on her back for a second as I catch my breath.
Pulling her to stand up straighter, I kiss my way down her neck, and that’s when I see the small mark, the mark that I left on her a week ago. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s still there.
“Did he see this?” I ask, kissing the spot that she got mad I left.
“No.” I turn her head to face mine and press my mouth to hers.
“You think of me when you fuck him?” She tries to pull out of my arms, but I don’t let her. “Simple question, babe. Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I don’t even ask the other question that is on the tip of my tongue. I want to know if he comes inside of her just like I do, but I don’t ask her. I don’t want her running out of here pissed at me again. I want her to keep coming back for more.