A Reckless Night

by Van,P. G.

  “Kevin, I miss the gang. I miss them all. We promised to celebrate our big birthday’s together.”

  “Well, it was kinda nice that we were able to celebrate our 25th birthdays together.”

  “But so many broken promises, all because of me.”

  “Well…not entirely,” he said smiling at her and looked past her at the table set up in one corner of the restaurant.

  “Turn around, Varsha.”

  She looked in the general direction and saw a group of people sitting at the table. Every single person at the table was looking in their direction and smiling at the two of them.

  Her mind went blank for a moment and then she recognized the faces, the faces of her friends who were with her through thick and thin as they worked on launching their product, the friends she abandoned for a marriage she had hoped to save many years ago. She leaned onto Kevin’s shoulder unable to process the sight in front of her as her friends stood up and walked towards her.

  She clung to Kevin’s arm, tears of joy running down her cheeks as her friends hugged her one after the other. Her friends cheered and calmed her and settled in at their table the way they did five years ago.

  “Cheers to getting back together and cheers to the mastermind behind the plan,” Kevin said winking at her.

  “Thanks, Kevin.”

  “Don’t thank me, thank the guy who is home babysitting.”

  “What? Kris planned this?”

  “Every bit of it.” Kevin winked.

  “We flew in on a private jet, Varsha,” one of the girls said with sheer excitement.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Nope, you hold on to that dude real tight, I just got used to riding on private jets.”

  “You guys haven’t changed a tiny bit, and I am so sorry I broke up the group.”

  “I think you’re forgiven for that Varsha, your boyfriend made it up to us.” Kevin nodded in agreement to what one of the guys had said.

  She spent the evening with her friends with her mind wandering to Kris every few minutes. Every minute of laughter was his gift to her, the best gift anyone had ever given her. She laughed, wiping tears of joy to the silliest comments made at the table.

  “Varsha, I told you. Kris gave you back your smile,” Kevin observed and the group acknowledged.

  “He is a good guy, and it’s pretty bizarre how we met.”

  “We are all ears!!”

  It was quarter to midnight by the time they realized it.

  “Anything you want to do while you are still twenty-nine?”

  “Don’t be silly…actually, yes.”

  “What?” her friends asked in unison.

  “I need to get back home. Don’t hate me, but I want to be with the man that gave you guys back to me.”

  The girls let out sounds of endearment as she grabbed her clutch and dashed out. Kevin followed her to the door. “You are crazy.”

  “I know!! I’m crazy about Kris. You make sure you bring everyone to Meena’s house tomorrow.” She reached up on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek as she ran out to hail a cab.

  She made it home three minutes before midnight and went straight up to their bedroom. She stood at the doorway and looked at the man in the dimly lit room as he slept with two baby monitors in his hand. She smiled as she walked towards him on the other side of the bed.

  She sat on the edge of the bed and placed her palm on his cheek. He winced slightly and looked at her, his eyes filled with surprise and then they smiled at her. He sat up in bed bringing his lips to hers. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”

  “One more minute to go, but I need to ask you something before I turn thirty.”

  “Why didn’t you stay back for the celebration?”

  “Shhhhhh…my celebration is right here with you.”

  “But you wanted to be with your friends.”

  “I am allowed to change my mind.”

  “Yes, I know.” He smiled framing her face with his palms.

  “Kris, will you marry me? Will you be the father of our children?”

  “Yes, and that’s my line sweetheart,” he said pulling her into her arms and feeling the thrill of going with his heart the day he landed in New York. He knew she was different the moment he saw her.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you,” she said smiling.

  “I do.” He reached out to open the side table and pulled out a container that looked like a thick battery. He flipped it open and reached in and pulled out a ring.

  “Will you marry me?” He slipped the solitaire ring that glittered even in the dim light. She stared at the behemoth square diamond that flashed back at her.

  “I didn’t need a ring to say yes,” she smiled nuzzling his neck teasing his skin with her tongue.

  “Happy Birthday, Varsha!!” His breath hissed as she moaned her gratitude making her way down his neck slowly swirling her tongue over his skin. She ran her palms under his t-shirt, her palms coming up to cup his hard muscles as she pushed him flat on to the mattress.

  She kicked off her shoes and moved on top of him to bring her knees to his sides, her lips never leaving his skin.

  “Don’t tease me like that, make a dent on my skin,” he said through gritted teeth unable to handle the growing need to fill her.

  She chuckled making him shudder as she pushed up his t-shirt covering his eyes with it.

  “Don’t, leave the t-shirt over your face, and I will do whatever you ask me to do,” she rasped nipping on his skin. He growled, digging his fingertips into her bottom pulling her weight over him.

  “I want to taste every inch of you just like you taste me,” she declared pulling her dress over her head. She rubbed her bra-clad breasts that were ready to burst out on his chest in circles barely touching him.

  He lay in partial darkness as he felt the silky smooth lips worshipping his body like no woman ever has, and as she nipped her way to the throbbing beast, he was sure he would blast off prematurely like a teenager.

  She got close to the waistband of his lounge pants and found him ready for her. She licked her lips wanting to taste him but wanted to tease him just a little more so it was more impactful. His face was fully covered by the thin cotton material, and she could see the dip and rise of the fabric as he breathed through his mouth.

  She moved slowly towards his face and went down on his lips gripping his lower lip between her teeth through the fabric. He cried out making her wiggle as she tried to ease the ache that was stirring to life between her legs.

  “Geez, you are in so much trouble,” he grunted.

  “What are you going to do? Spank me? If you want to spank me, you need to find my booty first in one shot.”

  “Yes,” his voice was a muffled groan that drove her nuts.

  “Do you feel like rolling me over and teaching me a lesson?” she teased moving her teeth to his ear digging into his outer ear.

  He cursed and reached out to grab onto some of her flesh and found her delectable breast caught between his fingers. He pulled her breast to his mouth as he pushed away the t-shirt to expose his mouth. She yelped when he sank his teeth into her bra cup and moaned when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She went on her all fours letting him devour one nipple after another until they were sucked swollen.

  She moaned pulling her nipple away from his mouth and felt the pleasuring burn on her ass cheek as his palm found it in a swift sweep. She cried out enjoying the burn creeping up her body. “More,” she begged.

  Kris pulled off the fabric that blindfolded him in a swift moment and before she knew it, he was throwing her to the mattress as he came down onto her with a wild need to ravish her.

  “I hope you had fun, babe, coz I’m done playing.” One flick of his wrist, her panties were shred open and her lacey bra had no fighting chance.

  He spread her knees opening her up to his assaulting mouth. She tossed her head grabbing on to his hair as he sucked her clit into his mouth with so much f
orce she was left with no power. He sucked, soaked, nipped, and stroked her clit to the point where she was so close to her release.

  “Kris, I want it. I want it now,” she begged.

  He dipped a lone finger into her that teased her further.

  “I want you inside me.” It was a command. She gasped when he started stroking her inside making her hips circle as her body was filled with the need to be filled. Her clit ached and the need for him grew exponentially deep inside.

  “Now!!” he hummed biting down on her clit, and she felt the eruption surge through the walls of her inner cavity. Lost in a haze of desire, she drew in a deep breath and let the pleasure tornado sweep its vortex over her as it sucked her into a world of never-ending fireworks.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Kris re-read the reports on his computer. He had hired a private investigator in India to get the scoop on Rahul. He knew enough to confirm that his initial instincts about him were right. He was a good person underneath the acidic layers.

  He was confident his plan would work. He picked up the phone to execute it and dialed the long international number. “Rahul, this is Kris.”

  “Hey…Kris, thank you so much for calling me back. How are you?”

  “Do you have time to talk to me?”

  “Absolutely!! Anytime.”

  “I am willing to reconsider extending our contract if I can have one of my teammates work very closely with you over the next two months.”

  “I am in as long as it increases the chances for an extension.”

  “Sounds good. This person is my teammate but also part of my family, and he will work out of India.”

  “Kris, don’t worry about your teammate. I will take personal interest in making sure everything is right.”

  “Good. Rohan will be in India in a week and will work out of your headquarters.”

  “Rohan? Your cousin?”

  “Yes…hang on. I’m sorry I completely forgot you guys knew each other.”

  “Well, yes and no. We weren’t that close,” Rahul said his voice wavering, and Kris took that as an encouragement.

  “Okay, I’m sure you guys can catch up on old times.”

  “Oh, I like to keep business and pleasure far away from each other,” Rahul declared sternly.

  “I’ll leave it up to you guys to figure this out.”

  “We got this.”

  “Okay, I will check in with you in a few weeks to see how you guys are doing.”

  “Talk to you soon, Kris.”

  Kris ended the call hoping his master plan would work and everything would be aligned for him to have everything he so badly wanted in life.

  His phone beeped a few notifications.

  Varsha: hey…looking for my workaholic fiancée.

  Kris: No idea where he is ma’am…I am busy being a workaholic.

  Varsha: not funny.

  Kris: will be home shortly hon.

  It was two weeks since they got engaged, and Kris was working late in the office to be able to talk to his contacts in India as he executed his best-laid plans.

  It was thirty minutes past nine when Kris finally left the building and headed home. He missed seeing Varsha in meetings and longed to get home as soon as he could. He put the Ferrari engine to work as he drove home. He pulled off the street into the community entrance and opened his garage door to find Varsha’s SUV parked next to his bike.

  Running low on energy, he opened Varsha’s garage door and pulled his car into it. He put the roaring engine to rest and took a few minutes to gather himself. He made it home in record time, and his mind was still catching up.

  He slid out of the beast as it emitted heat from its hood and looked up when the door leading to the family area opened swiftly.

  Varsha stood at the top of the small flight of stairs, her eyes narrowed and breathing out fire.

  “I’m sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” he said walking up to her.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she snarled.

  Kris walked past her chuckling, refusing to react to her huffing and puffing.

  “Kris!!” she hissed, and he knew he was in trouble.

  ‘What am I missing here?”

  “You drive your big ass car around and into the garage right below the nursery. What do you think might have happened?”

  “Hey…it’s your favorite car.”

  “I give a rat’s ass about the car when it wakes up a sleeping baby,” she barked and turned away from him to head upstairs.

  He grabbed her by her hand and pulled her to him and held her immobile against him.

  “You are one hot dictator!!”

  “I am one pissed mommy right now, do not mess with me.”

  “I want to eat you when you’re fuming hot.”

  “Stop it Kris. It’s not funny.” She wiggled her body to get out of his hold.

  “Who said it’s funny, love? I adore you for being pissed off at me.” His tone calmed her down.

  “It’s so hard to get her to back to sleep once she wakes up,” she said sheepishly.

  “I know.” He trailed feather-light kisses along her shoulder making her twitch.

  “Are you hungry?”

  He nipped on the skin over her shoulder blade. “You know I am.”

  “What took you so long to get home?” She turned around in his arms to face him.

  “I needed to talk to Rahul, and I didn’t want to do it at home,” he said softly.

  “I haven’t heard from Rahul in a while, and I’m worried he is up to something.”

  “He isn’t, he is busy trying to figure out how to save his contract.”

  “Does he know we are together?”

  “I suspect he will find out soon,” he smirked.

  “I’m not worried, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

  “Don’t be mad at me for saying this, but I don’t think he is a bad person,” Kris said with slight hesitation.

  “What the heck, Kris?”

  “Sit down, please.”

  She sat at the dining table watching him fix a sandwich and bring it to the table.

  “Can you imagine living a lie?” She shook her head in response.

  “Rahul had to live a lie every step of his life. He was so caught up in other’s expectations that he refused to acknowledge his true identity. All the pain, all the suffering he caused you was in hopes of making you leave him.”

  “I disagree.”

  “Why?”

  “Why get married to begin with?”

  “Remember the situation you were in after Meena eloped, his situation was similar. Invisible pressure from the family and community.”

  “Interesting.”

  “I’m pretty sure he was burnt by his own guilt every time he turned you down or hurt you. I think he secretly hoped you would leave him because it wasn’t an option for him.”

  “Why wasn’t it an option?”

  “You may know something about your ex-family, but over the past few weeks I found out so much, I feel sorry for the guy.”

  “Okay, stop saying that.”

  “Every time he pushed you away, you came back to him. You gave up your job and friends for him, and he had nothing to offer, and all that guilt turned to frustration.”

  “Why didn’t that idiot tell me?”

  “He did in his own stupid way.”

  “How?”

  “He did by declaring your affair with Kevin.”

  “What?”

  “He was planting a seed and hoped you would leave him for Kevin.”

  “What the fuck? How do you know all this?”

  “Some theory, some facts.” Kris shrugged.

  “Why the heck is he torturing me now?”

  “He is doing it so his father doesn’t disown him. He can’t imagine his life without his family inheritance.”

  “Just like my parents abandoned me for keeping good terms with his family when I applied for a divorce,” she snarled.


  “Exactly right.”

  “Why does he need Myra?”

  “Myra is his, two birds with one stone approach.”

  “I want to kick him in his balls,” she snarled.

  “Easy, mama bear. Not worth losing your cool over it.”

  “Why does he need Myra?”

  “Other than the publicity stunt for the campaign, he needed to prove to his now wife that left him that he isn’t impotent.”

  “Holy shit!!”

  “That’s what I found out. His wife has been spreading rumors about how he wanted to use tools and not his own tool.”

  “Holy mother of god, this is absurd.”

  “I know it is, but I’m counting on Rohan.”

  “Rohan? Your cousin, Rohan?”

  “Yup.”

  “Is Rohan a lawyer?”

  “He is not, but he has the background to bring some change in Rahul.”

  “What kind of change?”

  “Rohan is going to help Rahul come out of the closet.”

  “I think I’m just too sleepy to understand this.”

  “It is a bit convoluted. Rohan and Rahul engaged in group sex in college and …”

  “That’s enough, I get it.”

  “I know…there’s a reason I wanted you to stay away from this murky stuff.”

  “Please spare me the details.”

  “I need you to do something tonight.”

  “What?” she asked suspiciously.

  “I need you to talk to Rahul and tell him you are engaged.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes, it’s time, and he needs to hear it from you.”

  “What should I tell him if he asks me who you are?” She was nervous.

  “Tell him everything he needs to know.”

  “Kris…I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

  “He needs to know. Myra is his daughter, and he needs to know anything that impacts her life.”

  “Fine.”

  “You need to tell him why you are not angry with him anymore.”

  “What? You want me to tell him I know he is gay?”

  “Yes.”

  “No way, not happening.”

  “He needs to hear it, and it’s best if he hears it from you.”

  “I can’t, Kris.” She shook her head and stood up.

  “Sweetheart, I will be right by you when you have the conversation with him. You owe it to him for Myra’s sake.”