by K. S. Adkins
“Isn't that why you did it? The infamous fucking O face?”
Pushing up and away from him I snap, “I did it because I liked watching you come. I liked watching you fuck me and now I'd like to watch your ass as you leave.”
“What?” he blinks in total confusion. “It's one-thirty in the morning, Dee. I wanted to spend the night with you.”
“And I wanted to have sex without prejudice,” I huff. “I guess we'll both deal with disappointment.”
“Prejudice?”
“Don't act like you don't know what the word means.”
“I know what it means,” he says in frustration. “I just don't know what it has to do with us having sex.”
“You brought your prejudice against Dating Diva into bed with us. You were just waiting to have reason to bring her up. A woman who hasn't done shit to you, by the way. Do you honestly think I'm the only woman that likes watching her lover come?”
“Dee...” he says reaching for me. Likely to placate me.
“I'm not done,” I say slapping his hand away. “Even if Dating Diva planted the idea of watching you orgasm, what is so wrong with it? It's not dirty or taboo, Oliver. For me, it's a turn on. And for some fucking reason for you, it's a problem.”
Keeping silent except for sighing, Oliver stares at the ceiling and that pisses me off too.
“I should probably tell you that she and I share another commonality.”
“Fuck,” he grunts closing his eyes. “What now?”
“I don't do sleepovers.”
“Christ,” he says throwing the blankets off. “I'm out.”
Rolling over, I ignored him dressing and slamming the door behind him.
Okay, not true.
I listened to every sound he made but also found that I just didn't care.
And no sooner did my door close, I let out the fart I'd been holding in.
It's official, she was playing the silence game.
In the past, I’d delete the chick’s number and move on. But I was certain this woman was my future so I had no choice but to play along hoping she'd clue me in as to what I'd done.
After crashing last night, alone... I racked my brain and all I could come up with was my comment on orgasming. Clearly a sore subject for her but what about me?
Hell, she kicked me out.
Still, I didn’t like the idea of Dee being pissed or disappointed. I didn’t like Dee ignoring me either, she didn’t seem like the type. She made it clear with the text message speech early on and I didn’t want to risk her wrath.
But if I did call or text her it was the same as admitting fault. I was allowed an opinion as much as she was. Pretending not to hate Dating Diva wasn’t going to help matters. Because the fact that she defended the faceless woman put a gap between us.
Dating Diva needed to be held accountable for the trouble she caused.
To see the destruction she was responsible for.
So logging on to one of our desktops at work, I went to her blog and hit the contact me tab and started typing.
Dating Diva,
Thanks to you, the woman that I'm falling for has been tainted by your O Face ways. Maybe you find it funny when females follow your lead, but we men, don't. You're like the evil lurking in the room waiting to ruin a private moment. Because of you, I had to deal with finding out the woman I thought was perfection is, in fact, flawed. Because of you, I'll have to work that much harder to undo your warped idea of sex. But mark my fucking words, I will. Because she's worth it.
O
Properly putting Diva in her place with a smile on my face, I hit send.
Satisfied with that, I went back to work.
“Yo Oliver,” Graham yells over to me a couple hours later. “Your love letter got a response.”
“Nice,” I smile hitting the computer to read it and right away I realized I posted directly on her page and not in a private message. Shit.
Dear O,
Hello from the whorehouse! Listen, if you wanted to hook up all you had to do was ask. Oh! And to be eligible please send your best shower selfie to [email protected].
I’m constantly reviewing applications and while Photoshop is not encouraged, I do give points for creativity. Also, please be sure to type ‘close minded asshole’ in the subject line.
P.S., If this is your idea of foreplay, I like it.
P.S.S., she sounds perfect to me! If you don't want her, can I have her?
DD
“You may not want to respond,” he says scratching his head. “You’re already getting death threats while she’s getting marriage proposals.”
“She lowered the god damn gauntlet,” I growl pulling the keyboard toward me to give it another go. “I got this.”
“You got somethin’,” he says walking away mumbling. “It’s called spanked.”
Dating Diva,
Women like you are single for a reason. Because men like me see right through your bullshit. You hide behind your keyboard exploiting men who had no idea who and what they were taking to bed. All for money and attention. Oh, and it's common knowledge that when money exchanges hands it makes you a prostitute.
O
Really proud of myself, I made the crew dinner.
I was drunk.
I was heartbroken.
I was a fool.
I had sex with this asshole.
Almost great fucking sex.
Because of you, I had to deal with finding out the woman I thought was perfection is, in fact, flawed.
Flawed!
He was hands down the meanest person I have ever met in my life. His cruelty truly knew no bounds. He didn’t show me this side of himself, but he’d just shown me and about thirteen thousand fans, in detail, the other side. He didn’t just hate me, he loathed me.
Crushing pain clinched my chest when, in reality, it shouldn't. That man meant dick to me, right?
When I hear the buzzer, I check the clock and see it was two am.
Game on. Fug it.
Opening the door, I stow the hurt not wanting him to know how deeply he’d cut me. “You didn’t call,” he says leaning casually against the door. Despite the hurt, I still appreciated his attractiveness. I appreciated the way he made my body sing, made me feel beautiful and kept showing up. Then I remembered the letter he’d written me, the words he had said and I went cold.
“I’ve been busy flossing.”
“I could have died,” he says pushing his way past me. “And because you ignored me, you’d be forever heartbroken that I died while you were mad at me.” Sucking in a breath he turns and catches it. “I was kidding, Dee,” he says pulling me into his chest. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Only my gasp wasn't because of his profession. It was because (now this is some real talk, y'all) I should be genuinely worried about him and...I wasn't.
Hugging me tight, running his hands up and down my back and it hit me. This man wanted me, needed me, and didn’t want me upset. Oliver really was falling for me. Pulling his mouth down toward mine, when his tongue slides in, I know I could make him love me. He’d love me so much, so hard, that victory would be sweet when I told him exactly who I was.
That he fell in love with the very women he hated.
And when he back pedaled, willing to ‘overlook’ my being the town slut, feeling like a dick for being a judgmental asshole, I’d tell him he’s too late.
That I had gotten my revenge and it tasted divine.
Then I'd punch him in the junk and finish him off with my fork.
Drunk Diva was a god damn forking genius.
“How much have you drank?” he asks sliding my shorts down.
“Just a nip,” I say kicking them away, sick of him asking me that.
“Are you still thirsty, Dee?” he asks kissing my neck.
“Find out, Oliver,” I say tackling him to the couch. Wasting no time, I unzipped his work cargos, jerked him nice and steady, settling myself over his cock. I rode him hard, I did not
slow down. I rolled my hips forward, I bit his ear. When he asked me to take it easy, I ignored him. I was taking what I wanted, starting now.
Leaning back and balancing on my hands on his knees, I watch him thrust up and struggle not to come so soon. But all that went out the window when he flicked my clit with his fingers. “She’s thirsty,” he grunts fucking me even harder. “She’s gonna come all over me too.”
Yes, it’s true I was. The woman he hated was about to come all over him and when I was done, he’d return the favor. Arching my back, it hit me in swells so intense I bore down while clawing his back. Taking me to the floor, he raises my legs up over his shoulders and drills into me. “You fucked like you missed me,” he grunts. And to myself I thought no, I fucked you like I hated you.
“I missed you too, Dee.”
“Show me how much,” I dare him, pleased he didn't know the difference between revenge sex and regular sex. Oh yes, once I had him addicted to my snatch, he would fucking pay.
#PayAllDay
Flipping me on all fours with my face smushed into the cushions, he did.
Oliver, it seemed, missed me a lot. Oliver was going to regret crossing me too.
Maybe this wasn't the adventure I had been craving but it felt fucking divine just the same.
Since sending Dating Diva that message, I've been dealing with guilt for the things I had said.
I was pissed and lashed out saying shit I had no right saying. Yes, I was an asshole, but I wasn't that big of an asshole and could admit when I had gone too far.
Did I mean what I said? Absolutely.
But that doesn't make it right.
Now I can't sleep, haven't talked to Dee since last night and I'm too fucking worked up to even jerk off.
Snagging my laptop, I go directly to www.thedatingdiva.com and start a new message.
Dating Diva,
I want to apologize for some of the things I said in my previous message.
While I meant them at the time, I took it too far.
My girlfriend is a sore subject for me and I took it out on you.
After all, you can't help who you are.
O
That done, I texted Dee and when she didn't reply, I texted her again.
I wasn't giving up on her or on us.
She was the one for me and one way or another, I would get her to realize it too.
Snagging a beer from the refrigerator, I started reading Dating Diva's blog's again.
No matter how much alcohol I drank, I couldn't seem to help myself.
Far too many beers later, I slammed my laptop shut because it was clear Dating Diva wasn't responding back tonight.
What did it say about me that I wanted her to?
I had to have read Oliver's message six times before I could process it.
Only he could apologize and then follow it up with an insult...
How I'm a sore subject for him baffles me considering he isn't my boyfriend.
Diva didn't do boyfriends.
Why?
Scroll on back up, that's why.
Dating is one thing, fucking too. But a relationship? I never signed on for that.
However, my worlds were colliding and I was tired of fighting with Oliver online and pretending not to be upset in person.
I should just call him out, I know it would be the easiest thing to go.
Only he hasn't suffered yet.
He hasn't paid.
And I wasn't ready.
Oliver hasn't learned his lesson and his teacher hadn't dismissed the class.
Drinking straight from the bottle, I hit reply and start typing.
Dear O,
She made the cut! Woot! Woot! Proof there is someone for everyone. Oh yes, you can take that to mean in my book, she's a saint or a raging alcoholic. Because I care about her mental health, I’m not going to call you out for your previous message. Instead, I’d like to wish you two the best and in the event she is being held under duress or she’s suffered severe brain damage recently, I’m attaching my neurologist’s contact info.
If you mention my name, you get a week’s supply of Xanax for free!
***Offer limited to one per customer, which I know because I checked.***
Apology semi-accepted,
Dating Diva (Patent Pending)
There, I took the first step toward ending the argument. But the war wasn't over.
Oliver was still my enemy.
And I felt so good and so drunk, I went over to the couch and passed the hell out.
With a smirk on my face.
Now that Dee was responding to my texts again, I was on my mandatory shifts and wouldn’t see her until Thursday. As we messaged each other, I noticed hers always made me laugh. But I missed her, told her as much and that I thought about her constantly yet she always kept it light.
Not only did I miss her, I was horny too. But the earliest shot I’d have to see her is Thursday morning and that’s if I didn’t have an emergency and if she wanted to see me. When she was ignoring me, she seemed shocked that I refused to give up on us. Honestly, it shocked me that her behavior didn't have me deleting her number. But bottom line, being with her felt right.
We were right.
Plus, Graham reminded that Dee has been single a long time.
She was used to taking care of herself and being alone.
So why, when I hinted at more, did she seem…angry?
This reminded me of Dating Diva. She was also used to being self-sufficient and alone.
According to her latest blog, she was still exploring dating the new guy and I wondered how long until he bailed. Honestly, I needed to know if she was being carte blanche with the poor sucker.
Speaking of Dating Diva, her final message royally pissed me off but I was left no opening to take it any further. She wished Dee luck with me and while I should let it go, I can't.
Fuck, Dating Diva was occupying as much of my mind as Dee was and I didn't like it.
I also couldn't seem to stop it.
Day by day Dee was organizing for her move which took up a lot of her spare time. She explained her new place was being fixed up while she rode out her lease and when I asked who did the work she said, contractors. I explained I was handy and free but she wouldn’t budge. That got me thinking about bringing her to my place. I was overdue to cut Stella’s grass anyway and I liked my house, worked hard for it. I wanted her to sleep in my bed, use my bathroom and see my life.
But due to my schedule it was always easier to hit her place because it was shitty asking her to wake up at three am to come over to mine. Driving back from a routine call, I was at the light sitting in the passenger seat of our rig when I looked over at two people laughing outside of Germack’s Coffee. One person in particular...
“Pull over,” I order Graham angrily.
Finding room, he wedges our rig in while I jump down approaching her and her male companion. “Thought you had to work today,” I say in greeting.
“Hello to you too,” she says ignoring my mood. “I am working.”
“You said you write,” I remind her. “This doesn’t look like writing.”
“It does when it’s research,” she snaps back.
“Who are you?” I ask him outright. My height, leaner than me, younger too. But I’d kick his ass easily and we both knew it. I was itching to do something with this rage anyway.
“Brian,” he draws out like he’s confused. “Who are you? I don’t remember reporting a fire.”
“I’m fucking her,” I say bringing her to my side as proof. “I don’t plan to stop fucking her either. Now I’ll ask you again, Brian…why are you here?”
“This is the guy,” he says looking at Dee. “No seriously, this is the guy?”
“Yep,” she rolls her eyes. “Hard to believe, I know.”
“He knows about me?” I accuse very loudly.
“Uh, everyone at Eastern Market knows about you now,” she says losing her humor. “I’ll call yo
u later, Brian.”
“Later,” he says to her. “Unfuckingbelievable,” he says to me.
“You fucked that guy?” I nearly yell.
“Whoa, back up and try that again,” she warns but I do not listen.
“I don’t like repeating myself especially when all it does is buy you time to come up with a bullshit answer. Is this why you've been ignoring me? Is it because of him?”
“Hi,” Graham says moving around me to meet Dee. “We've never met but I know all about you, I'm Graham, this asshole’s friend.”
“Ah,” she says shaking his hand. “You have the patience of a saint.”
“True,” he smiles and fuck me, she smiled back and jealousy surged inside of me. “We just got a call, we’re the closest so we gotta roll.”
“Perfect timing,” she says turning away shaking her head. “Oh and, Oliver?”
“What Dee?” I seethe in anger/jealousy/humiliation.
“Brian likes cock. Since you won't be fucking me anytime soon, you want me to ask if he's recruiting new talent?”
“Dude,” Graham laughs slapping me upside the head. “You just struck out swinging.”
“That he did, Graham,” she agrees before adding. “He’s also your problem now, I’ve got a thing.”
“We’ll talk later,” I inform her leaving no room for argument.
“You're cute,” was her answer while she flipped me off before turning the corner. Holding it in, I look at my partner and tell him, “Not another word.”
Turns out he had plenty of them.
At 4am, Oliver was banging on my door.
At 4:14am I couldn’t take it anymore so I grabbed a fork and opened it ready to stab him.
Graham, who had been holding him up, let him go with a smile and Oliver hit the tile with a thwack. “Seriously?” I ask arching my brow.