The Do Over

by A. L. Zaun

  When I looked away, he moved in closer, pressing his body into mine.

  "It's wrong," I mumbled.

  "Cariño, let's make it right. I'll do whatever you want," he whispered in my ear. "Think about it. Fate brought us back together. Stop fighting it."

  The moment had quickly turned into a mistake. Letting go of his hands, I cupped his face, looking in his eyes. "Why are you doing this?" I didn't want to know. My head was spinning, and my body was craving his touch. I had to get away. "My friends are going to wonder what's taking me so long." I closed my eyes and then I slowly opened them. "I love him."

  "Go." He brought my hands to his mouth and kissed them.

  My legs were wobbly as I moved slowly away from him.

  "Daniela."

  I looked back over my shoulder.

  "Just think about it."

  I walked away and hid in the bathroom. Behind the closed door of a stall, my body trembled as I throbbed, longing for his touch. I couldn't shake off the feeling of Rick's presence. I felt him on me and in me. His scent lingered on me, causing a shiver of desire to shoot through me. I was desperate for release. My legs were pressed tightly together as my heart pulsed wildly.

  When I closed my eyes, I saw Liam's adoring face. My head dropped to my hands. This was all so wrong. I needed to stop. I thought I'd wanted that moment with Rick, but then I didn't. Am I fighting the inevitable? How can I love Liam so much but want Rick so badly? My head was spinning.

  "Dani, are you in here?" Candace asked.

  "I'm over here," I said, opening the door. "I need to go home. I don't feel good."

  She came over to me and helped me to the sink. I splashed some water on my face and then stood there, looking at the reflection. The pendant Liam had given me sat perfectly over my heart.

  "I meant it when I said I was back. I'm here for you." Candace rubbed my back.

  I smiled flatly. "Thanks. I need to go home."

  She turned me gently toward her. Her delicate hands rested on my arms. "Has Liam done something?" Her eyes were searching for the truth I was hiding.

  "Liam is too good for me." I turned away and walked to the door. "I'll meet you out front. Can you bring my purse? I need some fresh air."

  "Dani?"

  "Candace, Liam is wonderful and perfect. I've had too much to drink. I'm having a low self-esteem moment. Stop trying to be my mother. Everything will be back to wonderful in the morning."

  I kicked off my shoes as I walked through the door, heading straight for the bedroom. I didn't have the energy to get out of the dress. I sat on the bedroom floor, hugging my knees, as I rocked back and forth. I had too much to drink.

  Oh my god, what was I thinking? I had been five seconds away from becoming a lying, cheating whore. As I looked around the dimly lit room, my stomach turned. After I grabbed my phone, I crawled to the bathroom and propped my head over the toilet.

  What have I been reduced to? When my body heaved, I tasted the vileness of my actions. Tears streamed down my face as the secrets spewed from my body. The lies by omission choked me. I gasped as my body convulsed, the reflex constricting my stomach. I couldn't take any more of it.

  What if Madison was right? She couldn't be right. She was wrong. I loved Liam, but maybe it wasn't over with Rick.

  I stood up and stared at my pale reflection. My mascara had streaked down my face. I rinsed my mouth out and washed my face.

  My phone rang, startling me. The emotion storming in my soul erupted into a fresh stream of tears. I wiped my face with the back of my hand.

  "Hello?" I answered, making my way to the bed.

  "Baby, are you okay? You sound like you're crying," Liam said with concern. "Chris sent me a text to check up on you. Something about you being sick."

  "I'm fine. I just had too much to drink," I lied again, sort of. "Please don't worry about me. You should be sleeping."

  "Why are you crying?" he asked lovingly.

  "I had a rough day. Madison said some hurtful things. Macy and Candace ganged up on me. I'm about to get my period. Mix in four Cosmos, and I'm an emotionally hormonal mess. Just ignore me and go to sleep."

  "I love you. I hate it when you cry. Your smile's too beautiful to hide behind tears." He paused. "We'll talk about what happened with your friends when I get home."

  "Liam, I love you so much. I do. I really do." I clutched his pillow to my chest.

  "I know. I love you, too. I can stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep. I want you to have sweet dreams."

  "You're my dream come true, Liam. Now, don't worry about me and go to sleep. I'm fine. I'll see you in the morning."

  "Good night. I love you."

  "I love you, too."

  I was emotionally exhausted. I crawled under the covers and fell fast asleep.

  The next morning, I woke up when I felt the bed dip. His loving arms wrapped around me. I rolled toward him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

  He caressed my face, smiling. "Good morning, beautiful."

  Reaching my arms around him, I hugged him for dear life. "Beautiful? I've got bed head and morning breath."

  He pulled back, tucking my hair behind my ears. He brought his lips to my mouth. "Don't you dare talk shit about the woman I love. You're beautiful."

  When my lips parted in a smile, he kissed me with love, passion, desire, and possession.

  His love was so real, so deep, and so passionate.

  I was suffocating in my deceit.

  Martini Bar was packed for New Year's Eve. When I saw Bruce at the bar, he motioned with his head that Madison was in the back. We were going to celebrate tonight. Meeting her was a godsend. She'd created the right amount of doubt in Daniela's head and then told me where she would be the other night. I was a little behind schedule, but considering the big picture, I couldn't complain. Everything was falling into place.

  I weaved through the crowd and walked down the long familiar corridor. Madison's door was slightly opened, and I pushed it back all the way. Wearing my black Hugo Boss suit and a crisp white button-down shirt, I leaned against the doorway as I watched her. She was standing behind her desk, shuffling papers. Maddy was rocking a little black sequin dress. When I cocked my head to the side, I saw that her dress didn't go much lower than her ass. Maddy was on the prowl tonight.

  When she looked up at me, her expression changed completely. "What are you doing here, Rick?" she asked, placing her hands on the desk for support.

  The bracelet I had given to her for Christmas dangled on her wrist as her blonde hair cascaded down the front of her dress.

  "Well, Maddy, it's New Year's. You're here, so I'm here," I said, stating the obvious. "By the way, you look beautiful tonight." I winked.

  Walking around her desk, she gestured for me to enter her office, and I closed the door behind me. She reclined against it. Yes, that dress is way too short.

  "Hon, do you know how I ring in the New Year?" Madison asked coyly.

  I sat down in the leather chair right across from her and admired the view. "Enlighten me. Most people do it with champagne. I see you have that right there," I said, pointing at her desk. "And a kiss at midnight."

  She threw her head back, elongating her neck, and laughed. She then straightened up and looked at me. "Well, I'm not very traditional. I like to have a dick inside of me, so I can ring in the New Year with an orgasm."

  This whole discussion was bothering the shit out of me. She deserved better than that, and I had been working damn hard to protect her pussy.

  "Let's do New Year's different this year," I suggested.

  She tilted her head to the side and pouted her lips. "Hmmm, why is that?"

  Madison was my best friend, and I cared about her. I stood up, got closer to her, and held her hands. Looking her in the eyes, I said, "Let's make New Year's resolutions. You deserve better than your one-night stands."

  She ripped her hands out of mine. Her brow furrowed, and her blue eyes stormed with intensity.

/>   "Maddy," I said, caressing her face with the back of my hand, "you deserve more."

  "Fuck you!" she yelled. She walked behind her desk, putting some distance between us. "Do I deserve what Daniela has? Because the last time I checked, she was getting her mind fucked by you. She's been manipulated and lied to. For what? So that she can fucking lose a man that adores her with all his heart? So that she can become your guaranteed fuck? Yeah, that's exactly what I want. So, what's your goddamn New Year's resolution? To not be such an asshole?"

  Those were fighting words. Where the hell is all this coming from? "What the fuck is your problem, Madison?" I yelled. "Daniela isn't going to be my guaranteed fuck. Maybe that's what you need instead of whoring yourself to every Tom, Dick, and Harry."

  She got violent and threw her stapler at me. I ducked, and it hit the wall.

  "Are you fucking crazy, throwing that shit at me? You could've hurt me."

  "Fuck you, Rick, for calling me a fucking whore. At least, I'm not delusional. I know who I am. I fuck who I want when I want. I'm the one calling the shots. I'm not like the Danielas of the world who have the illusion that their guaranteed fuck is anything more than that. They actually think that your type gives a shit about them, but it's a lie. You dumped her sorry ass because it was getting too real for you, and now, you want her because she's with someone else."

  "You are one fucking bitter bitch. I'm not the same man I was then," I said, spewing the same venom that she did. "I want to be with her and have the life we were meant to live. Fuck you for saying this shit." I ran hands through my hair. I was so fucking pissed off. Shit. I was ready to throw something at her. I just wanted her to fucking shut the fuck up.

  "You're still the same old Rick. You're the crazy one to think that you're different. You're a selfish bastard and an asshole. That fact, my dear, has not changed. When she finds out what you've done, do you really think that she'll see you as the man you sold to her? Then what? She'll be left with nothing. You've fucked up everyone's life here. And you know what?" She paused and took a drink of champagne straight from the bottle. "I'm a fucking coconspirator for helping you. Now, fucking leave." She waved to the door with one hand as she held the champagne bottle in the other. "It's almost midnight, and I want to get fucking laid."

  I was a man possessed. I heard the countdown as I walked behind her desk. Standing inches from her, I was close enough that I could feel her heart beating. I tilted up her chin. In a commanding voice, I said, "Don't fucking take your eyes off of me."

  When the clock struck twelve, I took the bottle out of her hand and drank from it. Then, I ran the tip over her mouth, teasing her, until she seductively wrapped her lips around it. She tilted her head back as the champagne spilled into her mouth and dripped down her chin.

  I placed the bottle behind her, and then I reached for her. As I crushed my mouth furiously on to hers, her lips parted, opening for me. Our tongues explored and danced together. I dragged her body into mine, pressing my fucking hard-on against her. Her fingers raked and tugged through my hair. I ran my tongue along her chin, licking up the remnants of champagne. Fuck, she tastes delicious.

  I weaved my hands through her hair, pulling her head back, as I nipped behind her ear. My lips trailed down, blowing softly on her neck. Purring, she ran her tongue along the shell of my ear and then sucked on it. My hands slid to her chest. I grabbed her tits and kneaded her nipples until they pebbled for me, just the way I liked them.

  Pulling back, I stared at her with crazed desire. Our breathing was quick and frenzied. I yanked down her dress, exposing her swollen tits. Fuck. Her nipples were pink and hard. I licked my lips and wrapped them around one. Feeling her inside my mouth, my tongue swirled and sucked. She whimpered as my thumb and forefinger pinched her other nipple. I felt fucking alive.

  I pushed her up onto the desk, watching as her eyes darkened with intense passion. Her little black dress rode up to her waist, exposing her lacy black thong, as her legs wrapped around my hips. I had to touch her. I reached my hand between her legs. As I cupped her pussy, my dick throbbed.

  She moaned. "Ahhh, Rick, that feels so good…Rick."

  She felt fucking incredible. I wanted to devour her pussy with my mouth, tasting, licking, and eating her.

  My eyes focused on her pouty lips. That mouth had cursed me and driven me insane. It was the one I hated and loved. I licked her lower lip and sucked on it. Running my teeth over it, I bit her, and she whimpered in my mouth. Fuck. I almost came in my pants. She tugged at my jacket, and I let it fall to the floor. She unbuttoned my shirt, untucked it, and started running her hands over my chest. When she reached for my pants, I held her hands, pinning them behind her back.

  "Don't move them." I was calling the shots.

  With her eyes still focused on mine, my fingers started teasing the seam of her thong. Pushing the fabric aside, I slid my finger over her drenched pussy, flicking her clit. I slipped two fingers inside of her, hooking them, as I found her G-spot. Her mouth was open as her eyes glazed. Fuck. She was grinding against my hand.

  In a husky, low voice, I asked her, "Do you like it when I touch you?"

  The sounds coming from her mouth were fucking hot. "Yes," she panted. She leaned back and moaned. "Please don't stop. Oh god, this feels so fucking good."

  "Beg me, Maddy," I whispered in her ear. I licked along her collarbone before I moved down to her tits. Fuck. I couldn't get enough of her tits. I wanted my dick to be squeezed between them.

  "Fuck you," she hissed between moans, still grinding my hand.

  "You want me to fuck you?" I rubbed my rock hard dick against her leg. "Beg me."

  "I'm almost there, Rick…yes."

  I slid my fingers out slowly and spread open her pussy. Bending down, I licked my lips and then ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh. She placed her heels on my shoulders. Her pussy was calling for me. I needed to taste her and feel her against my mouth.

  Instead, I pulled back and stood up, staring at her. Her legs slipped down along my waist. My dick throbbed. Fuck. I was so pissed at her, but at the same time, I was starved for her. I hated her, but I couldn't get enough of her. She was so gorgeous, and I knew she would be the end of me. What the fuck is she doing to me? I brushed my chin against her neck as I closed my eyes and inhaled her perfume.

  With my fingers still stroking her pussy, I whispered, "Think about me when you're getting fucked tonight." I pulled them out and licked them. Fuck, she tastes phenomenal.

  I walked out and slammed the door behind me.

  Fuck my fucking life!

  I'd stormed out without even bothering to button up my shirt, and I'd left my jacket on the floor. Knowing Maddy, she shred it to pieces with her scissors. I loved that jacket, but somehow, I knew I deserved that shit. My balls were tight and fucking killing me.

  I got home and went straight to the shower. The water cascaded off my body as the steam clouded the shower door. With one hand pressed against the wall, I lowered my head to try and calm the fury I was feeling. I wrapped my other hand around my dick and began stroking myself.

  I tried pushing thoughts of Maddy out of my head, but I couldn't. Closing my eyes, I willed myself to imagine fucking Daniela. She was the one that I wanted. Sweet, beautiful, and perfect Daniela. Her tight pussy had always driven me crazy, but when I let myself go, I saw Madison. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I could feel my dick inside of her tight and wet pussy as I squeezed myself, stroking harder and faster. I could hear her raspy voice moaning, whimpering, and calling out my name. My dick pulsed and throbbed in my hand. I groaned, coming hard. Fuck! The water washed over me as I caught my breath.

  I opened the shower door and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around my waist. I stood in front of the fogged up mirror and wiped. What the fuck has she done to me?

  As I walked to my bed, I couldn't get the image of Madison's tits out of my mind or the taste of her pussy out of my mouth—one lick was all it took. She's just my friend, my very be
st friend. I couldn't stop hearing her fucking insults. God I hate her fucking guts!

  Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling for hours. I couldn't sleep. I was still pissed off at Madison, but now, I was angry with myself. What was I thinking? I'd royally fucked up. I needed to make this right. I fucking spent my life trying to fix my mistakes. I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. It was still too early to call her, or maybe she was awake, getting fucked, which meant it was the perfect time to call her. The thought of someone touching her tits and sinking his dick into her pussy bothered the shit out of me. I didn't want to piss her off anymore, so I waited a few hours. I was going nuts, just waiting for a Madison-appropriate hour. Then, I sent her a text.

  Rick: We need to talk.

  Silence.

  Rick: Maddy, call me.

  Silence.

  Rick: If you don't talk to me, I'm coming over.

  Madison: Fuck off.

  Rick: I'll be there in thirty minutes.

  I jumped in the shower and got dressed fast and drove over to her place. I have to fix this.

  I'd been a total ass to her. I always defaulted to asshole. Madison was good to me and took care of me better than my mom did. I didn't want to lose what we had. I shook my head as I thought about my hands all over her sexy body. Shit. I was ready to bury my dick in her wet pussy. I shouldn't have touched her, but damn, she felt fucking fantastic. I wanted to fuck her hard for a very long time. I could've kicked myself for not letting her have her orgasm, but I'd been so pissed off at her. Shit. My fucking dick was throbbing, thinking about her pussy and how much I wanted to watch her come.

  I ran my hands through my hair, trying to get myself under control. I was on my way to see her, and I didn't want a repeat of last night. Who am I kidding? That was exactly what I wanted, but I couldn't let myself go there.