ISAAC
“Fuck!” I snap between clenched teeth.
It was her.
After all this time.
Like a mirage, she was finally in front of me, and all I could do was stare until she ran away. Still, seeing her allows me to breathe again. Via frees the constraints I’ve placed upon myself throughout the years.
I can feel the drumming of my heart which is ramming against my chest like it’s trying to break free. A whooshing noise pounds in my ears and blood races around my body as adrenaline surges. There have been times over the last few years that I’ve been in trouble, when I have needed to fight, and on occasion, it has felt like my body was in a constant state of an adrenaline rush, but never like this. There’s something that Olivia McKenna has always been able to do to me, something no one else ever has. She makes me feel alive. No matter what my life has brought, what shit I’ve faced, she’s the one person who can awaken me, give me hope, and help me to see things in a different light. I’m a better version of myself when I’m around her. And that’s exactly why I’ve stayed away for so long.
“You expected a different outcome?” The words are snarled at me by the tiny raven-haired badass across the table. I want to smile, she’s cute riled up as fuck, but I don’t because this isn’t the least bit funny. She’s protecting her friend, my friend… my Via. She’s protecting her which should have been my job.
“No,” I answer, my usual stoic response giving nothing away, just as I’ve been trained not to.
“Let me ask you something, Isaac,” she spits my name out like it tastes bad in her pouty mouth. I stare at her coolly, as she rolls her eyes. “Why did you come here?”
I don’t answer her. I can’t answer her because the truth is I don’t know why I came here. No, that’s a lie. I came here because I wanted to see Via, but the moment I saw her I knew nothing had changed. I can’t be what she wants, I’m no good for her, and I need to man the fuck up and stay out of her life. Like I’ve done for the past few years. Without saying a word, I turn and walk away ignoring the cussing from the badass, and instead, internally curse myself for being a weak-willed pussy and coming back here.
“Fuck me,” I groan as the morning light burns my eyes.
“Hmmm, again baby?” The raspy voice reminds me that I brought a woman home last night. I close my eyes knowing that unfortunately she won’t disappear. But as her hand finds my morning wood and starts working me up and down, I keep my eyelids locked tight and let myself enjoy the moment. I don’t remember her name, it doesn’t matter though, when I close my eyes all I ever see is Via. I jerk out of my trance when her sloppy mouth sucks me in—now it’s time for me to take over. If she gets me off, then she’ll expect me to do the same and considering ten minutes ago—when I realised she was still here—I was going to call her a cab and kick her arse out, the last thing I want to do is bury my face in her pussy.
No. I pull away. Before she has a chance to speak, I flip her over, hastily pulling on a condom and smashing into her from behind. It’s my favoured position, that way I don’t see their faces. Grunting, I give the woman whose hole I’m using little thought as I slam back and forth. I think I might even call out Via at one point. The good thing about my nickname for Olivia is that few people realise it’s a name, so when I have slipped up and used it, I can pass it off as something else. I’m getting close to blowing my load, and I need this bitch to get off and quick. Reaching around to her tits, I pinch her nipple, and she screams. That’s when I feel it—sweet bliss as her pussy clamps around me throbbing and bringing me to release. I stay still for a moment letting my racing heart calm.
When I realise she isn’t moving I drag myself up, striding into the bathroom and pulling off the rubber. I catch my reflection in the mirror and stare for a moment. My eyes are empty these days. I turn on the taps and splash my face, then grab a flannel letting warm water run over it. Sighing, I pull on the spare joggers I keep on the towel rack and walk back out. She’s still sprawled on the bed facing me now, and I couldn’t place her if my life depended on it. I pass her the flannel, hoping it will make me seem like less of a dick.
“Thanks, baby,” she purrs.
“No problem. Listen, I need to shoot, you want me to call you a cab?” I ask.
I see the question in her eyes and pray I’m not going to have a hissy fit coming my way. I can usually sense those women and avoid them at all costs, but I barely remember last night or how I ended up with this one, so I’ve no idea what I’m dealing with. Still, I could always knock on Shelly’s door for some help if I need it.
“Naa, that’s okay, I’m gonna bounce.” She smiles.
I feel sweet relief and pull my laptop out pretending to busy myself while she gets dressed.
“Well, I had fun.” She shrugs. “Maybe we could do this again?”
I glance up knowing this could go one of two ways. “No.”
She smirks. “Bye, baby.” Then leaves, and I clench my jaw. I was lucky, this time she was like me, obviously just in it for a quick fuck and no expectations—those women are rare, and I’m usually careful. A whole thirty seconds in Via’s presence, and I’m fucked all over again.