I still need to figure out his…situation. His apartment didn’t scream family man. There were no pictures, no child’s playroom, or rogue stuffed animals left across the floor. It was barren, dark. Maybe it was just a fuckpad.
I don’t care if he’s married with five fucking kids—just don’t lie to me about it. That’s where I draw the line. I may have a fucked up moral compass, but at least I’m consistent.
And the other thing that’s consistent? I get what I want. Him pushing me away will only make me chase him harder.
My phone rings, pulling me away from the memory of yesterday’s session and halting my plan of attack.
“Hey, girl.” Lying on my stomach on my bed, my feet kick in the air behind me. I inspect my nails, noting how desperate I am for a fresh manicure.
“What’re you doing tonight?” Dani’s voice is a rasp through the phone as if she was mid-puff on a blunt when I answered.
“You tell me.”
“Pécher at eleven.”
“Perfect. I’ll text ya in a bit.” We hang up and I run to the bathroom to grab my nail polish remover and my favorite blood red polish. It’s time for a new look.
I threw on a skin-tight red mini dress with a U-neckline and cinched fabric hugging my hips. My black thigh-high boots are killer and have me feeling ready to take on the town.
I’m already high enough to give Willie fucking Nelson a run for his money, and yet I down my third shot of the night before the Uber even arrives.
“Slow down, Champ, or you may do something stupid like sleep with Damon again,” Cara tells me and she’s one to talk. I’m surprised she’s not slurring yet with how much she already drank.
“All bets are off tonight. If Damon wants to fuck me, I might just let him.” Both of my best friends stare at me dumbfounded. “Don’t look at me like that. A girl has needs only a dick can scratch.”
“Bitch, I don’t know how many chicks you slept with, but I know that’s not true. It’s not any dick you want; it’s a certain dick you can’t get out of your head.” Dani smirks. She’s got a point, so I flip her off.
“Well, tonight it might be Damon’s dick.” I shrug, but she’s right. I don’t want Damon. He’s just an easy fuck and I’ll do anything to stop thinking about Liam and the perfect cock I can’t have.
We arrive at our usual club with our usual crew. My mind isn’t in it tonight, but anything is better than staying home.
The place is electric. Music is thumping, lights are flashing, drinks are sloshing. Bodies cover the dance floor grinding to the beat.
Being here gets me excited. This is my element. This is what I live for.
I beeline for the bar and order a round of drinks for me and my friends. A handsome guy is sitting on one of the stools, but for once, I ignore him. I’m not here for a random hookup tonight because the last stranger I fucked threw me for a bit of a loop when he turned up as my therapist.
I grab the tray full of shots to take back to my friends. Damon is sitting with Dani’s boyfriend, Jace, and I squeeze in between them.
“Damon, I got us some drinks. I pick up two shots, keeping one and handing my ex the other. “Cheers.” I down the tequila, not even feeling the burn.
“I got us something too.” He pulls a small vial from his jeans pocket, only high enough so I can see the white powder before shoving it back down.
“Dance with me.”
Damon’s gaze roams over my body. The skirt of my dress is riding high and the neckline doesn’t hide much.
My skin is on fire as I lead my ex away from the booth. We detour to the bathroom for a hint of snow and the powder helps me forget where I am and who I’m with. If I close my eyes hard enough and focus on the drugs and alcohol in my veins, I can pretend it’s not Damon rubbing up against me. They’re not his hands gripping my hips and pawing at my ass. It’s not Damon at all. It’s all Liam.
Seven
Liam
It was a risk coming here in the first place. This is where I first met Flynn a week ago. Yet, in an even riskier move, I asked my buddy Trevor to come with me. I thought if I brought him along I’d be on my best behavior and not try to fuck Flynn again should I run into her.
Flynn. My fucking patient.
I knew I might see her, but there was also a chance I wouldn’t. I didn’t expect she’d be the first thing I saw after sitting down at the bar. She’s already testing me and she doesn’t even know I’m here.
Watching her dance with that fuckwad from last week ignites red-hot fury within me. He shouldn’t be touching her the way he is. From what I witnessed last week, she doesn’t even like him. Yet tonight, she looks ready to let him rip her clothes off when I should be the one doing the ripping.
But I can’t and I need to get that thought out of my head.
“You look like you’re ready to shatter that glass in your hand. You good, man?”
I place the glass down on the bar in an instant. “Yup, just thinking about Miranda.” It’s an easy lie seeing as my ex-wife has consumed my thoughts daily anyway.
“What’d she do this time?”
Ever since the divorce was finalized a mere week ago, she’s messaged or called me daily asking for money or forgiveness or fucking anything. Anything to manipulate and wrap me around her finger once more. If you found my last fucking nerve, you’d find her smiling and dancing on it.
“She’s still reaching out constantly. She’s making it impossible to forget about her.”
“You need to move on, man. Block her number and pick up one of the girls in this club tonight.” He looks around and his face falls a bit. “Well, maybe not here. These chicks seem pretty young. What are we doing at a college bar anyway? Is this your midlife crisis?”
“Dude, I’m not that old.” I down my drink. When I turn back around, I easily spot Flynn in the crowd. She’s a fucking sexpot and I can’t help but be drawn to her.
She doesn’t know I’m watching her, but if she did, I’m sure she’d put on a show. She can do whatever she wants. Who am I to stop her or be jealous? We had a one night stand. It’s not like my ring is on her fucking finger.
I order another drink and I down it as fast as it’s placed in front of me. Flynn has spun in the prick’s arms and they’re standing face to face. His hands trail down to grope and grab her ass in her tight as fuck dress. She’s wrapped her arms around his neck and next thing I know she plants her lips against his and I see red.
My only saving grace is that she barely looks into him despite her tongue being very much in the douche’s mouth. An eternity passes as I watch them kiss. When she finally pulls away, she leans in to whisper something in his ear. With a smirk, she heads in the direction of the bathroom and I swear to fuck, if he follows her for a quickie I’m going to break something.
I don’t give him a chance to follow her. “Be right back. Gotta piss.” I don’t know if Trevor responds and I don’t care.
I stalk toward the restrooms and there’s a line for the women’s room, which is where I find Flynn. I grab her arm without a word and drag her into the men’s room.
“Damon, what are you—oh. Liam?” There’s one dude taking a piss who barely gives us a second glance. He’s drunk as fuck and I don’t care if he urinates in his cargo shorts.
“Get out,” I tell him. The frat bro stumbles out of the bathroom and I lock the door behind him.
“What are you doing here, Liam?” I swear my cock jerks just at her tone. My gaze cascades over her body. I remember every moan she made as she took my cock. I remember her mouth vacuum-sealed over my erection; how her sweet pussy clamped down on me.
I. Remember. It. All.
“Your lipstick is smeared. You left some on that dickhead’s mouth.”
“If you’d gotten here five minutes later it’d be smeared all over his cock.” My hands curl into fists and my jaw might snap from being clenched. I make a mental note to see my dentist for possible tooth damage.
She smirks as she reads my f
ace. My reaction pleases her. She’s a sadistic little vixen.
Her chocolate eyes bore into mine, a silent challenge in them. “Why are you here, Dr. Whitmore?”
God, when she calls me that… I adjust the bulge that’s growing in my slacks. Seeing how she’s affecting me makes her even more aggressive and brazen than she was before. She saunters to me, her heels clacking against the tile floor. I don’t move and she’s right under me, breathing in my space. She smells like pure sin and there’s nothing I want to do more than push her up against the wall and fuck her until she can’t stand.
“Flynn.” Her name is decadent on my lips. It’s full of temptation and need and pure, unadulterated desire. I step toward her and notice her pinpoint pupils, likely from all the booze, dilate with desire. “I want to fuck you in ways you didn’t even know existed. I want to stain your skin so you can’t think of fucking anyone else without burning for me. If I touch you again, I’ll ruin us both. There’s no coming back from that.”
Both her exhale and her legs are shaky. “What are you waiting for?”
I lean down to whisper in her ear, though she tilts her head as if I’m going to kiss her. “For you to not be my patient.” I back away and her eyes narrow into slits. “I can’t touch you while I’m your doctor. I won’t.” I don’t know if I’m trying to convince her or me.
“Do you expect me to wait for you? You were a one night stand, Liam. And I have needs.” Her sigh taunts me. She’s acting desperate and I’m playing right into her game and eating out of the palm of her hand. “I guess Damon will have to do.”
A growl escapes my lips and I grab her shoulders and slam her back against the bathroom door. I search her needy eyes before pinching mine shut. I’m trying my damnedest not to cave because once I do this, I can’t go back. But seeing her with that prick and having her dangle him in front of me has pushed me over the edge.
I open my eyes and they automatically scan over her. Every one of her pores oozes sex.
And she wants it with me.
I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse.
Fuck it. I kiss her the same way I want to fuck her. It’s rough and bruising. It annihilates me from the inside out and I know it burns her too. I want the flames of this kiss to lick their way up her throat and mar her forever.
I tug her lip between my teeth and cause her to moan. Fuck, how she moans. I grind on her, pushing my cock against her. She spreads her legs and I place a knee between her thighs. She rubs against me, chasing a release I’m desperate to give her. Her panties are fucking soaked and I’d bet she’ll leave a stain behind on my knee.
“Fuck me, Liam. No one has to know. No one saw us. Shit, I need you.” Her voice is pained with her admission and it brings me clarity. I take a step back, pumping the brakes and her gaze turns murderous.
“I want to, but, dammit Flynn.”
“Then leave. Fuck you, Liam. I’ll see you in therapy.” I open my mouth, but it’s pointless. I don’t have a rebuttal. She’s right—I should leave, yet I can’t help but stare at her.
She spins and grabs flips the lock before grabbing the knob. I slam my palm against the door, desperate to stop her, searching for any way in my mind I can fuck her here. Now. Tonight.
My head drops moments before my hand drops as well. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life. It might be the rush to sin and temptation of the forbidden, but one taste of her and I was obliterated.
She throws open the door and storms out. When I get back to Trevor, he’s both pissed and confused.
“I thought you left. I was ready to kick your ass.” I order one more drink and down it.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Eight
Flynn
My vibrator is broken. I had to resort to masturbating with my hand like I live in the olden days or some shit. My wrist and fingers are sore. If it weren’t for Liam, I wouldn’t even need to get off, but his kiss was nearly orgasm-inducing on its own. The fact that he deprived me of climaxing was somehow both infuriating yet arousing.
I couldn’t even fuck Damon and trust me, I tried. I even went back to his apartment with him but I couldn’t get it up—metaphorically speaking, of course.
He, on the other hand, was roaring and ready to go, but when I pulled back and saw his face and not Liam’s, it was a real lady-boner killer. He was less than thrilled when I pushed him away and told him I was leaving. As I was leaving, he called me a tease, unhappy that I bruised his ego, but I can’t find it in myself to care.
Now, this morning, as I’m trying to start my day the right way—with an orgasm—I discover I wore out my battery operated boyfriend last night. Dammit, Liam.
He admitted me wants me, but not while I’m his patient. That might’ve been fine if I hadn’t already worked my way through every therapist in a thirty mile radius. He’s my last hope, which only gives me one choice. I’ll have to find a way to seduce him on the clock.
It’s either that or get better and no longer need therapy, but that sure as shit ain’t happening.
My next appointment isn’t for another five days, which gives me a couple of options. I can either use this time to meticulously plan my next move or I can find an excuse to see him sooner.
I have his office number and email…but I also have his home address. Showing up at his place seems a bit stalkery even to me with all my issues. If I email his office, there’s a chance someone else will have access and read what I say, which would be majorly problematic. Could I demand an emergency appointment? For what though? My mom would never believe that I want another appointment for no reason. She’d get suspicious and everything would fall apart. Fuck.
God, is this what girls go through all the time? The obsessing and stalking—online and in real life. No wonder men think women are nuts.
It’s not like I’m in love with the guy. I’m not crazy. Well, maybe a little crazy. His cock sure as shit is making me nuts. It’s not like I can’t get laid whenever I want, but there’s something else about him that I can’t put my finger on.
Or maybe he just has a magic cock. What do I know?
I know he lives downtown where there’s plenty of shopping I can do. I may have to accidentally run into him outside of his apartment. Liam? Oh, wow, I forgot you lived here. What are the odds?
I roll my eyes at myself. Yeah, right. I couldn’t pull off the dumb bimbo look if I tried. One look from me and he’d know it was a planned attack.
Of course, he’d be right.
Regardless, I’ll need reinforcements. It would be extra stalkery to show up alone.
Flynn: Meet me downtown in 30 at Bottomless. My treat. No excuses.
I throw on my favorite black silk tank top with my black leather skirt that zips up the front. I fasten my black pumps onto my feet and clasp my black choker around my neck. After grabbing my white blazer and black clutch, I’m out the door.
Cara and Dani are waiting for me in the restaurant at one of the first tables by the door. This is my favorite place to brunch because, come on, the name is Bottomless, referring to my favorite state of dress as well as the way I like my mimosas. Unfortunately, they only reference the mimosas in their name, but I like it nonetheless.
The restaurant is in the middle of downtown and always packed, between the ideal location as well as the excellent food and décor. It’s very chic and modern; everything is white-washed with live plants for a pop of color throughout the place, both indoors and outdoors. There’s a white brick fireplace in one corner adding to the charm. Booths line each side of the establishment with separate tables scattered throughout. The restaurant is shaped like an L, wrapping around the back with more private seating.
As soon as I open the glass doors, Dani whistles from her seat. “Didn’t know this was fucking fashion week. I might’ve worn something a little more impressive if I knew you were gonna show up like that.” She runs a hand through her shoulder-length brown hair.
I roll my eyes as
I take my seat in the chair beside Dani. I make sure I’m facing the door in case my hot therapist happens to walk by the place.
“So, why did you drag us all the way downtown? Oh! Did you stay at Damon’s last night? Are you two back together?” Dani has been dying for Damon and me to reconnect so we can double date.
“Nah, he’s not worth my time or worthy of my pussy.” That shuts them both up. “I’m kinda stalking Liam.”
“You’ve graduated to stalking now?” Dani says at the same time Cara asks, “You mean your therapist?”
“Stop judging me, both of you.” Our waitress comes by and places three mimosas in front of us. We didn’t order them, but they’re basically the entire point of this brunch bar. No one comes here without ordering the bottomless breakfast booze. Plus, we’re here all the time and she knows us.
We place our usual orders, avocado toast for Cara, acai bowl for me, and a blueberry muffin for Dani. The waitress scurries off while my besties scrutinize me. I take a long sip of my drink, but neither one of them breaks the stare.
“What do you want me to say? I saw him at the club last night and things got…heated.”
“I thought you were with Damon the whole time?” Dani asks with crinkled brows.
“No, I went to the bathroom, and truthfully, I thought he was going to follow me back there. I expected him to and I was lit enough to let it happen. But instead, I got yanked into the men’s room by Liam, not Damon.”
“Oh my God, so you fucked Liam last night and went home with Damon?” Cara isn’t usually one to slut shame me, but I don’t like her tone today.
“Fuck you, Cara. No, I didn’t fuck either of them, thank you very much. Liam was a tease and Damon’s a bore. But I know my Hot Doc wants me as much as I want him, so I’m here for a little recon. He lives in the apartment building down the block. I’m hoping to accidentally run into him.”
Our food comes and we discuss what I’ll do if I don’t see him today. I have options, but I’m praying to the God above that I see him so I don’t have to resort to drastic measures. As if this isn’t drastic enough.
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