by Kat T. Masen
“That’s funny, Bakers like your surname,” I pointed out.
“Yes, like my surname and my auntie’s.” He grinned.
It took a moment for the shoe to drop. Holy shit! “Your Aunty owns Bakers in Brooklyn? Julian, I could marry you right now!” I leaned over and positioned my body so I was straddling him. Grabbing the cupcake, I took a bite, closing my eyes and immersing myself in the different flavors. As I licked my lips, I felt Julian’s hands on my hips. He slowly grinded himself against me. I didn’t know what felt better, the taste of him or the cupcake. Then he slowly pulled my dress above my thighs. His kisses moved to my neck as he cupped my ass which made me moan, my eyes closed. Then the image of Lex plunging his fingers inside me flashed before me, breaking me from the moment as I started to remember last night.
Oh fuck, I couldn’t have let him do that to me.
The sound of my cell vibrating in my purse interrupted us, a distraction that couldn’t have been any more welcome. Julian pulled away like a gentleman and asked me if I needed to get that. I came up with an excuse about waiting on an important text from a client. I just needed to dissect the image, how every part of me had begged for Lex to fuck me hard against the cold refrigerator door, but now was not the time. The ring almost jumped off my finger and punched me in the face reminding where I was, who I was with, and most importantly that I had said yes.
I pulled myself off Julian, guilty for my wandering thoughts. Could he sense it? His facial expression seemed normal. I was just paranoid. I obviously didn’t have ‘I got fingered by my ex last night’ tattooed on my forehead. I grabbed my cell. I didn’t recognize the number that had come through but after reading the text my heart stopped. How did he get my number? One name, I thought to myself: ERIC. OK, just breathe. So he had my number, it didn’t mean I had to respond.
Good evening, Charlotte,
I want a chance to explain to you what happened last night. Please, it’s not what you think. Just let me explain.
Lex
Julian took a call that came through on his cell and walked to the kitchen to answer. I sat there numb for ten minutes wondering what I would say. I couldn’t come up with anything so I sent him a text asking him to explain.
I haven’t seen Samantha in 6 years, not since I left her. Adriana told me she is going through a nasty divorce and her ex is fighting for custody. She was drunk last night and wanted entry into the club but I refused and so she made a scene.
I didn’t know what to believe. He told me he wouldn’t lie to me, yet this whole situation was one big clusterfuck. Part of me wanted to believe it was true but it still hurt like hell. I asked him to check in the mirror to see if his nose was getting bigger. He responded quickly and turned it around as usual. Typical Lex.
My nose looks fine to me, can’t say that about other parts though.
I chuckled to myself. That was part of him that obviously hadn’t changed. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t want to encourage him but of course my sadistic inner self was telling my fingers to type. I quickly responded as I heard Julian finish his call. He walked back in the room and apologized. There was a last-minute press conference tonight at town hall for a political scandal that had exploded. This was the life of a journalist: chasing the lead. I assured him I was fine. We’d have plenty of other nights to enjoy each other’s company. He kissed me deeply and thanked me for being so understanding.
We walked out of the apartment and said goodbye, then I caught a cab home. I grabbed my cell, wanting to ask about the kitchen but I didn’t want him to know that I had no clue what happened. I wanted the upper hand. I didn’t want him to make me feel weak, and if he wanted to be a tease I would show him what it feels like to suffer.
I sat there squirming in the cab. I don’t think I could have run up to my apartment any faster. Shutting the door behind me, I headed straight for my room and changed into my nighty. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. It was only eight-thirty but I was exhausted and horny as hell. Turning on my lamp, I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out my good friend, Mr. Rabbit, relaxing myself as I gently rubbed my pussy, and the slow swirls slowly ached more. I slid my hand further and felt how wet I was, which only added to the pleasure. I moved faster, imagining Lex fucking me, hard and fast against the wall. I remembered how his cock would throb inside me, how intense his thrusts were. It was enough to push me over the edge. I tried to catch my breath, Mr. Rabbit lying helpless beside me. What a waste, bringing him out. My eyelids became heavy and I drifted into peaceful sleep, the first in days.
Chapter 14
Lex
It was a cloudy day, mirroring my mood. I didn’t know how to approach the Charlotte/Samantha situation yet, so instead I ran through Central Park. I knew I pushed myself hard but it was the only way I knew how to deal with shit like this. I stopped at a playground to catch my breath. I looked at the kids playing, so happy, not a care in the world. An attractive blonde sat on the chair, and a small boy ran into her arms. I recognized her. It was that chick at the charity ball—Nikki, I think. I walked over to her.
“Hi. Nikki, is it?”
She looked at me, obviously aware of who I was. Suddenly she looked pissed. “Yes it is, Mr. Edwards,” she sarcastically answered.
“Please call me Lex.”
“Whatever.” She looked at the little boy who began to speak.
“Are you a friend of Mom’s?” he asked politely.
“Actually, I’m a friend of her friend,” I answered.
“He is Charlie’s friend,” Nikki said.
“Oh, how cool! Do you know Cha Cha takes me to baseball every Saturday morning? It’s totally awesome. She can play some mean baseball and the coaches love her!”
Charlotte plays baseball? I laughed at the irony. She always hated sports.
“Honey, can you go play with Bailey while I speak to Lex?” The boy nodded, then kissed Nikki goodbye and ran off. “Stay away from Charlie, Lex. You’re no good for her.”
“You don’t even know me.” I tried to answer as politely as I could without telling her to fuck off and mind her own business.
“No I don’t, Lex. I don’t know the history you have, though I’m pretty sure it was more than just a high school crush. I do know that while I shared a room with Charlie in college, she would cry herself to sleep every night and wake up asking for you.”
I was rendered speechless, forgetting how much I hurt her. So this is why Nikki was such a bitch to me. I hadn’t stopped to think about what happened after I left. I didn’t want to bring it up with her because I didn’t want to drudge up the memories or the fact that I was one hell of a jerk.
“She’s better off with Julian,” Nikki continued. “He treats her how she deserves to be treated. I know enough about your type to know you would only hurt her again.”
It was déjà vu. Someone telling me she was better off without me. This time I was not backing down. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. “My type? You might want to let Charlotte decide that for herself. Goodbye, Nikki.”
I started jogging away, thinking about what Nikki had said. I didn’t care what Nikki thought; Charlotte and I had history. After what happened last night I knew she would go to Julian’s place. I needed a plan. I ran back to the hotel. Feeling frustrated, I hit the gym. My body thrived off the pain.
Back in my room I decided to take a hot shower. The water felt amazing, soothing my muscles. My mind began drifting to last night. Caressing her on the dance floor, feeling her body tighten as I sang to her. I grabbed my cock, slowly stroking it. Pushing her against the cold fridge, watching it melt as her skin burned. Sucking on her beautiful tits, feeling her wet pussy all over my fingers. Her body had changed. She had become a woman. Her hips were curvaceous, her ass nice and tight. I started stroking faster, imaging her lips on my cock. The way she used to take me in deep, the way she screamed my name as I fucked her. I came all over my hand, wishing it was in her mouth.
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nbsp; I finished washing up before getting changed. I hadn’t eaten all day. I seriously needed a plan. First thing I needed was stamina. I ordered room service which didn’t take long. After I finished my meal I looked for my phone. I scrolled down, and there it was: Eric Kennedy. He had given me his number at the charity ball in case I needed anything. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if he wanted in my pants or he was trying to set up Charlotte. So I texted him.
Eric,
Has Charlotte recovered? I haven’t been able to get a hold of her.
Lex
He immediately responded.
Hi Lex,
She’s alive and well. In case you have the wrong number it’s 1-212-555-6060. She might be busy tonight though.
Eric
I never had her number. She had refused to give it to me and I hated smiley faces or emojis whatever the hell they were. It was six o’clock now. I was going crazy playing this waiting game. I needed to tell her that last night with Samantha was not what it looked like, so I decided to text her.
Good evening, Charlotte,
I want a chance to explain to you what happened last night. Please, it’s not what you think. Just let me explain.
Lex
I waited, my anxiety growing as the clock ticked by. What the fuck was she doing that she couldn’t respond straight away? My mind wandered. Don’t go there. I was ready to punch the wall by the time my phone buzzed.
Explain
She was brief and I didn’t blame her. She needed to know the truth.
I haven’t seen Samantha in 6 years, not since I left her. Adriana told me she is going through a nasty divorce and her ex is fighting for custody. She was drunk last night and wanted entry into the club but I refused and so she made a scene.
I sent the text, hoping she would hear me out.
How do I know you aren’t lying, Lex?
I wanted her to trust me. I knew where she was and I needed to play cool. The last thing I wanted was her to be upset with me and run to him.
Because I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m sorry she was there, I had no idea.
Not knowing what else to say, I hoped she would respond.
Check in the mirror. Your nose may be growing bigger.
I laughed at her text knowing all too well it wasn’t my nose she should be worried about. She loved that fucking movie Pinnochio. I remembered how she made me watch it the first time. I only did it because it meant I could spend time with her. The blow job afterwards was just an added bonus.
My nose looks fine to me, can’t say that about other parts though.
She took a while to respond and I was hoping I hadn’t pushed her. I heard the cell buzz.
I didn’t know you and the mirror had a thing for each other. Get a room!
This was the Charlotte I remember, feisty and witty, with a comeback for everything.
I tried but turns out it prefers it in a dark kitchen, against the cold fridge.
I didn’t know what she remembered of last night since she drank so much. I felt myself harden again. I definitely had to go for round two shortly. Twenty minutes passed before my cell buzzed again.
Ha! Funny! I could have sworn it was an elevator.
Well, fuck me, she remembered. I had told her once about a reoccurring fantasy that she was wearing fuck-me boots, a short pleated skirt and nothing underneath as we rode an elevator. Everyone would exit and I would push the stop button, fucking her into oblivion. There were no high-rise buildings in Carmel so unfortunately it could not be fulfilled. I responded to her, praying that in the city that never sleeps, with thousands of elevators all around us, maybe my fantasy would come true.
It still is, baby.
…
The next morning, I sent her a text hoping she would meet up with me for coffee. My flight back to London wasn’t until five.
Are you free today for a coffee? I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.
I had back-to-back meetings that morning with stakeholders and agents. I emailed Kate asking her to send me today’s schedule. My cell buzzed; it was from Charlotte.
That depends. Do I get a chocolate brownie as well?
I had forgotten what it felt like to smile, to look forward to something, or should I say someone, to feel those damn butterflies that women always ramble on about.
Depends on what you’re wearing
I couldn’t help myself. Maybe they were horny butterflies since they had been kept in captivity for so long.
Behave, Mr. Edwards. 11am at Café York on 5th Ave
Fuck, here we go again. My cock throbbed as she called me Mr. Edwards. The image of whips, kinky shit and a librarian came to my mind. It did nothing to ease the tension.
See you then, Miss Mason.
…
I couldn’t focus during my first meeting. I had stakeholders talking my ear off about profits, revenue, budgets. Thankfully I had Kate there to take down notes.
“I have a quick catch-up with an old friend,” I advised Kate.
“That’s fine, Mr. Edwards. Your next meeting is a lunch meeting at midday.” She emailed me the details and we parted ways.
I took a cab to Café York. It was a small coffee shop, very cozy and intimate. It was eleven when I got in. She wasn’t there yet. I checked my cell to see if she had texted me. She hadn’t, so I quickly flicked through the dozens of emails I had received.
“Sorry, it’s been one of those crazy mornings.” Charlotte walked in, out of breath. She was wearing a black pinstripe shirt with a high-wasted skirt, a thick black belt, black Louboutin pumps, and glasses. She looked unbelievably hot. She needed to wear those glasses the next time I fucked her. Don’t get ahead of yourself, Edwards.
I stood up and leaned in to kiss her cheek, and I felt her body stiffen. We sat at a table towards the back and ordered coffees and of course her brownie.
“Charlotte, about last night—”
“Can we just drop the subject?” she said. “Adriana explained the whole Samantha thing to me.”
“You spoke to Adriana about last night?”
“Well, no, I mean yes. I had lunch with her yesterday. She mentioned Samantha and explained what happened which I can only assume she heard from you since she wasn’t at the club. I was pretty wasted. I don’t recall much of the night.”
“Would you like me to refresh your memory?” I teased.
She smiled, only slightly. “How about we keep that a secret?”
I changed the subject, not wanting to push her any further. “So you’re a lawyer?” I wanted to get to know her again, as the woman rather than the girl.
“Yes. Nikki and I opened our practice about a year ago.” She sipped her coffee as she spoke.
“Wow, that’s quite an achievement. Where did you study?”
“Harvard. I pretty much worked my ass off to get where I am.”
Her ass. Don’t. Fucking. Go. There. “So you came here after…” I didn’t want say the words.
“No, I went to live with my grandmother in Connecticut. She passed away about five months after I arrived.” She looked down at the table, reliving the sad memory. “She was an amazing woman. She taught me a lot during that time. After she passed, I wanted to make her proud. So I got into Harvard, studied hard then moved here with Nikki and started my career.”
“I’m sorry about your grandmother.” I reached out to touch her hand.
Her phone started vibrating on the table. “Sorry, I need to take this.”
“Michael,” she answered. She continued to listen, obviously irritated with what he was saying. “Fine, I’ll be there but I’m telling you, we won’t settle for that amount,” she demanded.
This was not the Charlotte I knew. This chick was a hard-ass. Fuck, it was turning me on. She hung up the phone.
“I’m so sorry,” she said again.
“It’s fine. I get it, the whole work thing.”
“So what is it you do, Mr. Edwards?”
Oh no, there she goes agai
n. I adjusted my pants. “Too much, I can’t keep track anymore. I’m a workaholic.” Call me Mr. Edwards again, pretty please with a cherry on top… She took a bite of her brownie, licking her lips as she did. Was there a restroom in here? My pants felt like they were two sizes too small. “Delicious?” I asked.
She licked her lips again. “I’ve had better.”
I took the fork off her plate and tasted a piece. “Tastes perfect to me.”
We sat there, I could see the lust in her eyes. I looked at her chest, her cleavage apparent, and her tits… Oh for fuck’s sake, they were staring at me. I wanted to taste her but I needed to give her the space she asked for if we stood any kind of a chance. I broke the tension. I wanted her to know my intentions.
“I’m heading back to London tonight.” Her demeanor changed, her face turning to what looked like anger. It caught me off guard so I quickly followed up. “I expect to be back in New York next Friday.”
“As in, two weeks away?” she asked quietly.
I felt terrible. Suddenly she was back and I was leaving again. Good ole’ Lex just couldn’t get his shit together. I wanted to stay with her but I had a meeting on Tuesday which had taken months to plan. We had a lot riding on this and I knew what it would do for Lexed.
“Yes.” I was about to lean over when she started grabbing her things.
“I’ve really got to go. My next meeting is in twenty minutes.” She stood up, averting her eyes from mine.