Object Me: A Bad Boy Lawyer Romance

by Roxy Sinclaire

  Alexa

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did he really think I was so terrible that I would lead him on, on purpose? If that happened, it was purely unintentional. Guys weren’t supposed to act this way. Guys were the ones who flirted and told girls that they liked us. You have one nice night with them, and the next thing you know, they’re on to the next one.

  For the most part, football guys just wanted to have sex with as many girls as they could. They conquer one, tell all of their friends, and hunt for the next hot girl. Especially guys like Martin.

  “Do you remember when we first met freshman year?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it was before school even started. We were both at practice. Why?”

  “I told the cheer girls that I thought you were cute. I wanted to talk to you, but I was too shy. They convinced me to write my phone number on a piece of paper and slip it into your locker. Do you remember what happened next?”

  “Uh,” he cringed. “I don’t remember.”

  “My phone wouldn’t stop ringing. I got dirty texts and voicemails at all hours of the day. I had to change my phone number. Why was that?”

  “I’m sorry. Some of the upperclassmen saw it and wanted me to hand it over. I was a freshman and had to prove myself. I was a nobody. I felt bad about it, but thought you’d be okay.”

  “I wasn’t. I felt so stupid for thinking I had a chance with you.” I felt my throat getting tight.

  “A chance with me? Part of the reason I did it is because I knew that once you got to know me, you would have no interest in me.

  Girls like you don’t date guys like me. Everybody knows that. What do you think your parents would say if they saw us together?”

  I didn’t want to answer that question.

  “I think that’s why I treated you the way I did,” he said. “I wanted you around, but I had to keep you at arms length. It was easier not to want you if I reminded myself that I didn’t have a chance.”

  “You can’t say that you liked me all this time,” I interjected. “You dated lots of girls in the past four years. You even dated other cheerleaders.”

  “What do you expect?” he laughed. “Was I just supposed to stay celibate because the girl of my dreams was perpetually unavailable?”

  The girl of his dreams. I’d heard this line before from other guys, but coming from Martin, it actually sounded genuine.

  “If I’m not mistaken,” he said. “You dated plenty of people too.”

  “I guess there were a few. But to be honest, I didn’t really have feelings for any of them.”

  “Then why did you date them?” he asked, doubtfully.

  “I just thought that was what I was supposed to do. A lot of guys asked me out, but I only said yes if I knew they were someone my parents would approve of.

  I’m a terrible liar. Every time I talked to my mom, she’d ask me if I was dating someone. I couldn’t date, like, the hipsters that played Frisbee outside of the dining hall and deny it. She would see through my lies instantly.”

  He nodded, but I wasn’t sure that he really understood.

  “Also, it gets lonely when everyone is coupled up and you’re the only single one. Gia and Sam have been together for ages, and Sasha always had a boyfriend. What was I supposed to do, stay home and knit?”

  “I suppose not.”

  “Did you love any of the girls you dated?” I asked.

  “Not really. I really liked a few, but there was always something missing.”

  “They probably liked waking up in the morning, naked and confused,” I said.

  “Are you still upset over this?” he asked. “What is it that gives you such mistrust of men?”

  I had never talked to anyone about this, besides Sasha. I didn’t know if I wanted to talk about it now, but he could tell that there was something I was hiding.

  “What happened?” he coaxed.

  “A few years ago, I went to the lacrosse formal with one of the seniors on the team. His parents knew my parents and my mom urged me to go. He was pretty cute, but he was kind of a douche bag. I didn’t drink a lot then, but he kept giving me drink after drink. He kept telling me to go with him to his hotel room.

  I didn’t want to go, but it was getting hard to refuse after drinking so much. I wanted him to like me, because I knew my mom would be thrilled.”

  “Did you have sex?” Martin asked, with a terrified expression on his face.

  “No, but not because he didn’t try. Luckily, the cheer captain was there and saw me trying to push him off of me. She knew he was a creep and called a cab to take me home.”

  “Oh my God.” he said, his mouth hanging open.

  “So you can understand why it’s upsetting to me when I wake up, not knowing if I had sex or not,” I continued. “I know I shouldn’t drink so much, I should know better by now. I just need to know that if I’m sleeping with someone, it’s because I want to.”

  “Of course,” he replied. “I want you to know that I would never dream of hurting you like that”

  “Thanks,” I smiled. “That really means a lot to me.”

  “Does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked hopefully.

  “No,” I hesitated. “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad because of you.”

  “What does that even mean?”

  “I think I’ve finally forgiven you for everything from our past. It’s silly for me to keep holding on to this anger for so long. I’m mad because every time I finally feel like I’m over you, I see your stupid face and I’m drawn back to you.”

  “Wow, thanks,” he said sarcastically.

  “We just aren’t good together. We will always fight about stupid stuff and be too stubborn to work out our problems,” I explained.

  “We’re working out stuff now,” he countered.

  “Yeah, but it had to take getting locked in a room to do it.”

  “You have money, you can hire someone to lock us in,” he said.

  I smiled, but I wasn’t sure if I even had money anymore. That was the real problem.

  “My family would never accept you. And I’m just not ready to be estranged from the people who raised me and gave me everything.”

  “So where does that leave us?” he asked. “If we can’t be together, how do we prevent this from happening again?”

  “There’s only a few months left before graduation,” I said. “Can we avoid each other for the rest of our college career? We’ll both move out of here, and never see each other again. All temptation will be gone.”

  Just the thought of never seeing him again made me feel empty inside. I didn’t want that, but I didn’t think there were any other realistic options.

  “I don’t think so. We have classes together and too many mutual friends. We would both have to stay home alone on the weekends and I’m not willing to do that,” he said.

  “I could limit my drinking. A three drink maximum. I’ll give everyone full permission to send me home if I try to drink more. I’m not as handsy when I’m sober.”

  “We could be friends with benefits,” he suggested.

  “How does that work?” I asked skeptically.

  “We can be intimate with each other,” he said slowly, “but we aren’t ‘officially’ dating. We leave romantic feelings out of it.”

  I wasn’t sure I could do that. Not because I didn’t want to have sex with Martin, but because I don’t think I could detach myself emotionally if we did.

  “I’ve never heard of one instance where it worked out for both people,” I said.

  “We could try,” he said, inching toward me.

  “I’ll try,” I said after a moment of hesitation, “as long as you promise that you won’t fall in love with me.”

  “Deal,” he said, placing his hand on mine. “You have to promise that you won’t fall in love with me, either.”

  I laughed. “I promise.”

  We kissed and I wrapped my arms tight around his neck. I gently pulled his s
hort hair between my fingers. He pulled me in close to him, his arms wound around my waist. We broke apart, caught our breath and looked each other in the eyes. We both knew we were about to find out if the benefits were worth it.

  Martin

  I was a little hesitant to even bring up the idea of being friends with benefits because I didn’t know how she would respond. There was a good chance that she would be furious with me for even suggesting it.

  For the record, I didn’t want to be just friends with benefits. But if that was my only other option besides never seeing her again, I was going to take it.

  Each time we kissed it felt more and more electric. The first time, I was so nervous. The second time, she was sloppy drunk. Both were enjoyable, but nothing like this. This time, it was so right. There had been nothing but tension between us all day, and this was like a release.

  After a few long moments, she looked me hard in the eyes.

  “Take your shirt off,” she ordered.

  I quickly obliged. She ran her fingers down my abdomen. I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her black lacy bra. She pushed my shoulders down, so I was laying flat on the bed. She straddled me and her long hair draped down into my face.

  She leaned down and started kissing me again. My hands slid down her waist until they reached the top of her jeans. I unbuttoned them, and she kicked them off onto the floor.

  “I suppose it’s time to finish what you started last night,” I teased. She flicked me hard on the nipple in return.

  She easily unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off in one tug. I pulled her flat onto me, our bodies tight against each other. She kissed my neck from my chest to my ear, pausing for a moment to nibble on my earlobe. Her breath was hot on my ear.

  “I want you so bad,” she whispered directly into my ear.

  I rolled her onto her side so we were facing each other. She wrapped her outer leg around mine. I reached around to her back and unhooked her bra in one smooth motion.

  “You act like you’ve done that before,” she giggled.

  I kissed her breasts, soft and perky. I thought back to all of the times I imagined what they looked like. They were much better in person. I fondled them, tracing my finger over her erect nipples. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

  This made me even more turned on. She could tell. She teased me, running her fingers over my underwear, feeling me out.

  “How badly do you want me?” she cooed.

  Two could play that game. I hiked her leg up higher around me and slowly slid my hand past the waistband of her matching underwear. I gently stroked her, watching her mouth drop open. She let out a soft moan.

  I moved my fingers faster and she grabbed onto my hair and kissed me hard. I stroked her even faster, wanting to see how far I could take her. She bit my lower lip and reached for my package.

  Now she was touching me, and I didn’t know how long I could last. It became a race, who could get the other to the edge of orgasm fastest. I think I won because at one point, she grabbed my wrist.

  “Take your underwear off,” she panted.

  She slid under my covers, completely naked this time. I pulled my underwear off and reached for a condom from my nightstand drawer.

  “You better check the expiration date on that thing,” she teased.

  “You laugh,” I retorted, “but all of my other lovers have been quite satisfied.”

  “Where do you think I’ll rank among them?” she said seductively.

  “I’m betting you’ll make the top five for sure,” I joked. “Maybe even the top three.”

  “I play to win,” she said, unwrapping the condom and rolling it on me.

  I rolled her on her back and kissed her. When I entered her, she gave a quiet gasp.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Yes, just don’t stop.”

  I picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs around my back, digging into my upper back with her fingertips. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last. I kissed her neck and her breasts, listening to her panting get breathier and louder.

  I reached down with one hand and started rubbing her clit again. This put her over the edge.

  She closed her mouth to try to stifle her moans. For all we knew, the others were still standing guard near the door. My ministrations were too much for her and she let out a loud moan, which completely set me over the edge. I closed my eyes in complete ecstasy, not wanting this moment to end.

  When our breathing had slowed, I leaned down and gave her a kiss, then rolled over on my back. We lay there, without saying anything, for a few moments. I couldn’t help but smile. I had waited so long for this moment.

  “That was amazing,” she gushed.

  “We could have been doing that for years,” I reminded her.

  “I don’t think it would have been the same. There was a lot of tension between us, and I think that made this even sweeter.”

  “You’re probably right,” I conceded.

  I traced the curves of her body with my index finger. She was everything I ever wanted in a girl. She was smart, funny, a little fiery, and sexy. So incredibly sexy.

  My phone buzzed again. It was Reg.

  I haven’t heard any arguing in a while. Is everything okay? Did you work things out?

  I showed Alexa the text. She took my phone and wrote a response:

  Everything’s fine, but I think we need a little more time to talk things through. Send food.

  I laughed. It was crazy to think that just a few hours ago, I would have done anything to get out of my room. Now, I would do anything to get her to stay for as long as possible. We had nowhere to be, and I wanted to take my time to get to know her.

  I know I said that I wouldn’t fall in love with her, but I didn’t mean it. Not one bit.

  Alexa

  “What time is it?” I asked, pulling the thin sheet around my body.

  “I think it’s nearly three,” he responded with a mouthful of crackers. All of that lovemaking had worked up an appetite.

  “Are we going to stay in here all day?” I asked hopefully.

  “That’s fine with me,” he responded.

  It felt nice not to be fighting for once. I lay on the bed and watched him move around the bedroom. His body was like the sculptures I’d seen during trips to various European art museums. When he moved, I could see each individual muscle through his smooth skin. When he laughed, each square building block of his abs popped.

  When he squatted down to pick up our forgotten clothes off of the floor, I could see each quad muscle in his thigh. When he pulled me in close, his biceps bulged.

  I’d spent so much time around football players, that the male body didn’t even faze me. The team had a penchant for walking around the athletic department in minimal clothing.

  They wore cutoff t-shirts during practice that hardly covered anything. They waked through the trainer’s office in nothing but their spandex shorts. Thinking back, I couldn’t remember a time where I saw even remotely this much of Martin. I couldn’t stop looking at him.

  In my experience, when guys have great bodies, they’re lacking in some other aspect of life.

  I’d met bodybuilder types who were rude to people, jocks that weren’t smart enough to string two sentences together, and models who took themselves way too seriously. I wasn’t sure what Martin’s deficiency was. He was pretty smart, funny, and nice—once you got to know him.

  He wasn’t the kind of guy my parents would want me to marry, that was for sure. I didn’t know much about his life, but I guessed he was fairly middle class. That was his deficiency, that he was perfectly normal.

  “I think Reg and Sasha will be back with the food soon. Do you want to borrow some clothes?” he asked.

  I nodded. I had been putting on and taking off the same outfit, and I didn’t want to put unwashed clothes back on. He gave me one of his t-shirts and practice shorts. They were baggy, but incredibly comfortable. They smelled clean, but also like Ma
rtin. It was like being in his embrace.

  “Did you realize,” I started, “that Sasha and Reg have been out there, together for as long as we’ve been stuck here in this room?”

  “I didn’t even think about that,” he said.

  “I’ve been so preoccupied with other things that I haven’t even had the chance to talk to Sasha about him.”

  I felt a little guilty. There was something big happening in my best friend’s life and I hadn’t even asked her about it. She knew about everything I was going through, and always listens to everything I have to say. In any other instance, I’d be texting her immediately if I had hooked up with a guy. Especially when the sex was that great.

  “I think they’re good together,” Martin said.

  “I agree. I’ve always liked him,” I said.

  “He’s a good guy. We’ve lived together all four years. He’s had some tough breaks with girls recently, so I’m glad he’s found a good one.”

  “Really?” I said incredulously. “He’s cute. I can’t believe he has a hard time getting girls.”

  “He’s the type of guy that would rather have a serious girlfriend, rather than sleep with whoever he can. You’d be surprised how many girls aren’t looking for a relationship.”

  “I can believe it,” I said. “Relationships can be a lot of work. Sometimes it’s easier to have fun instead.”

  Martin smirked.

  “So are you telling me that Sasha is the first girl he’s slept with?” I asked.

  “How do you know they slept together?

  I laughed. “I don’t, I just know Sasha.”

  “No, he had a pretty serious girlfriend a few years ago. She cheated on him, though, and it broke his heart. He’s sworn off women since.”

  I felt bad for him. He was a nice guy. I was glad that he had Sasha.

  I felt a pang of loneliness in the pit of my stomach. They could go out in public and hold hands. They’d probably visit each other’s parents over the summer. I didn’t have that option with Martin.

  Just then, the door opened a crack and a few takeout boxes of Chinese food appeared. I could hear soft voices, a giggle, and the slam of a bedroom door across the hall.