She shrugs, “I’ve got to pay my bills somehow; what’s wrong with working in Starbucks?” She’s back to her fiery ways. She loves an argument, I can see it in her eyes, the way they light up whenever I say something she doesn’t agree with.
“Nothing wrong with it, I was just wondering why you’re working there. That’s all.” Why do I feel as though I’m apologizing to her constantly?
She laughs, “Relax, asshole, I’m joking. I’m working there while I’m at college. Thankfully I have roommates to split the bills.”
I lift my glass to my mouth, “So we’re going back to my hotel then.”
Her eyes widen as does her mouth. “I’m sorry, what?”
There’s no way that I’m not going to have this woman, she’s gorgeous, perfect, and I’m sure she’ll ignite under my touch. I want to fuck her senseless and then let her do the same to me. She’s unlike any other woman I have encountered. “Buttercup, I’m going to show you the best night of your life.”
She raises her brow, “That confident are you?”
“Only one way to find out.”
She smirks, “It’s going to be fun watching you fail.”
She never said no, which means she’s into this just as much as I am. The waitress comes over to take our order, when she leaves, we talk about everything, except personal things which I like. This is only going to be a one night thing and getting personal only complicates things. I can’t help but stare at this beautiful woman in front of me, the way she flicks her blonde hair behind her shoulder as she talks, the way that she bites her lip as she listens to me talk. What makes me want to forget about dinner is the way her eyes fill with lust whenever I flirt with her.
Things between us are easy, we’re able to change topics at the blink of an eye and still manage to keep the conversation flowing. She’s knowledgeable in a lot of areas and hasn’t once missed a beat to talk. She’s confident when she speaks but yet whenever I show her interest she’s shy and unsure of herself. If there’s one thing I’m going to show her tonight it’s just how fucking amazing she really is. The drinks have been flowing and both of us are tipsy but aware of what’s happening.
“Would you like dessert?” the waitress asks as she clears our dinner plates.
My gaze goes to Buttercup who’s looking at me as though I’m her dessert and I’m fucking pleased. “No, thank you.” She tells the waitress not once taking her eyes off of me and then mutters under her breath “Not yet anyway.”.
“Just the bill please,” I say as I reach for my wallet. “You ready to get out of here?” I ask once the waitress is out of earshot.
Her cheeks heat, and she bites her lip. “Hell yeah,” she replies huskily. Once the waitress is back with the bill, I pay and tip well. Tonight has gone better than I could have planned. Getting to my feet, I help Buttercup to hers.
Once we’re outside, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her toward me. I can’t wait another moment. My mouth crashes against hers and she melts into me, her arms go around my neck and she responds to the kiss, her tongue sweeping into my mouth. Damn, she’s a great kisser.
“It’s up to you, Buttercup, you want to come back to my hotel room?”
Her eyes narrow, she hates it when I call her Buttercup, but too late, it’s stuck. “Sure—” she says softly and I smile. “Asshole.”
I laugh, and kiss her again. I have a feeling that this woman is going to be something else. The only issue I have is, will once be enough?
6
Mel
He hails a taxi and I’m drunk on lust and maybe alcohol. I’ve softened toward this man, I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol talking, but I actually like him. He sets my body alight with just a touch, he makes me smile just as much as he infuriates me. Yet, I have no idea what his name is. When he went to introduce himself, I was annoyed and angry, and called him Egotistical Executive. His eyes lit up like the fourth of July and I realized it’s due to the anonymity of it. I’m not sure if I’m okay with not knowing who he truly is.
He helps me slide into the taxi and tells the driver the name of the hotel where he’s staying. I’m grateful that we don’t have far to travel, otherwise I may change my mind. As the driver pulls into the LA traffic Mr. Executive pulls me closer to him, just being this close is driving me crazy.
“When do you go home?” I ask, wondering how long he’s in town for.
“I return tomorrow. We have tonight and only tonight.” His voice is deep and soft, his breath hot against my skin.
“You promised me the best night of my life.” I remind him. “Are you going to disappoint?”
He flashes me his smile, the one that makes butterflies form in my stomach, “Buttercup, you’ll barely be coming up for air. There’s no way you’ll be disappointed when I’m finished with you. I doubt you’ll even be able to walk straight.”
I roll my eyes but my pussy clenches at his words. “Sure, whatever you say.”
His eyes narrow, “Oh, Buttercup, just you wait and see.”
“It suits you.” I remark, and he frowns, “Egotistical Executive. It suits you perfectly.”
He smiles, “Trust me, Buttercup, you’ll be begging for more.” The taxi driver pulls up out front of the hotel. Mr. Executive pays the driver and pulls me out of the taxi behind him. His hand goes to my ass as he leads me into the hotel lobby.
As soon as the hotel room door closes behind us, we’re pulling at each other’s clothes. Our mouths fused together, I didn’t think it would be this intoxicating; he’s consuming me and I’m letting him. I need more. I kick off my boots, needing him to touch me.
My fingers go to the buttons of his shirt and I slowly start to undo them, loving getting peeks of his skin from underneath. He pulls my tank top over my head once I get his shirt off, and I take my jeans off, leaving me standing in my bra and panties. Thank God, I wore my lacy ones, I had thought about wearing my comfortable set but in the rush I was in this morning, I put my pretty ones on.
He undoes his pants and I can’t help but stare as a smirk creeps across my lips. “Commando?” He shrugs, “Had I known that, we’d have skipped dinner.” His cock is thick and erect, begging for me to take it into my mouth. I drop to my knees and do just that, his cock’s huge and it takes me a little bit to adjust. Reaching up, I take the base of his cock into my hands and start to move. His gaze is more intense as he watches me pleasure him. I try my hardest not to gag as I take more of him into my mouth. I start a slow and steady rhythm with both my hand and mouth. I’m so turned on by watching him watch me that I moan against his cock.
His eyes close. “Christ,” he growls as his hands tangle in my hair.
I suck a little harder, loving the hiss that escapes him. His green eyes are wild with lust and need. His fingers tighten around my hair as he pulls it, his cock goes deeper into my mouth and I gag slightly.
I’m soaking wet, I never thought I could be so turned on by sucking a man, but watching him watch me is erotic as hell and I’m squirming, I need him inside of me and soon. I’m not sure how long I can last without having him touch me. I continue to suck him, loving the wildness he has in his eyes, I’m affecting him and I’m reveling in it.
Suddenly he pulls away from me, and I instantly feel the loss. He wastes no time in lifting me into his arms and walking us into the bedroom. I nuzzle into his neck, trying my hardest to remember everything as I have a feeling that after tonight my life’s going to be changed. He’s making me feel things I shouldn’t. Hell I don’t even know his name and I’m dreaming about the what ifs already. He throws me down and gets to his knees. “One good turn deserves another...” He grins as he slowly peels my panties from my body. My eyes glued to him, watching his every move. I moan as he places a kiss against my pussy.
I squirm as his lips touch me again, I’m starting to get self-conscious. “Relax—” he growls. “Relax and enjoy what’s about to happen.” This time he licks my pussy and I groan, it feels so good. “That’s it, just en
joy it. Let the pleasure take over.”
His hands grip hold of my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he worships my pussy, licking and sucking. It’s not long before I’m grinding against his mouth, wanting more, needing to come. When he inserts a finger I know that it’s not going to take much more before I detonate. I’m grinding hard against his mouth and he licks my clit and that’s all it takes to have me lifting off the bed, as I scream out my release.
Just as I come down from my orgasm I see him positioning himself at the entrance to my pussy. I stare at him as he thrusts into me, he’s so big it hurts a little but I’m so turned on I wrap my legs wrap around his waist. I can’t help but moan as he continues to thrust into me. He slowly withdraws, before thrusting deep inside of me, the walls of my pussy clenching around his cock.
My legs tighten around his waist as my fingers claw at his back. His movements become erratic and I love the look he has on his face. Intense and full of passion. He’s thrusting harder and harder with each inward move, I’m pushing against him trying to match him, my breathing labored. But I have to give it to him, this is the best sex I’ve ever had. “Please, God, please,” I beg as he grabs hold of my hips, pounding into me.
“Not God, Buttercup,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Give it to me, asshole,” I fire back, my fingers clawing at his back. “Ahhhh,” I cry as I detonate, my pussy contracting as I orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he growls as he explodes inside of me; he buries his head into my shoulder, I keep my legs around his waist holding onto him. I don’t want to let go, I don’t want this to be over yet. “I’m not finished with you yet.” He pants. “You’re addictive.”
I laugh, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He lifts his head and looks at me, the cockiness he had is gone; he’s staring at me with such sincerity. “It is. I don’t do more than one night with anyone, Buttercup. Ever. I can’t get addicted to you.”
I smile, even though I’d love to have more than just the one night with him. I know that it’s never going to happen. “Well then, it’s a good thing you’re only here for one night.” My pussy clenches around him again. “Or are you finished for the evening?”
His eyes flash, “Oh, Buttercup, I’m just getting started.” His cock growing thick inside of me again.
I grin, unable to hide my excitement. “Best get to it then, huh?”
A soft snore filters through my sleepiness, opening my eyes, my entire body freezes. Crap, I fell asleep. I had intended on sneaking out in the middle of the night, but whenever I woke he did too and we’d have sex again; amazing sex. The man is freaking lethal, he sure knows what he’s doing but I’m not complaining. Last night was probably the best night of my life. I quickly get out of the bed and tiptoe through the room, picking up my clothes as I do. They’re spread around the hotel room, it’s evidence of our lust filled night. I dress as quietly as I can; I don’t want to wake him up. I’ve never had a one night stand before, so this is all new to me but I do know that I don’t want to have an awkward conversation with him this morning. I mean the walk of shame is going to be bad enough.
I glance at my cell and see that it’s almost seven in the morning. I have five missed calls from Cass and just as many messages. What happened last night, never happens to me and I’m sure that Cass is going crazy with worry. I also see I have a message from Zoe. I quickly read them and smile, I was right, Cassie’s worried about me and Zoe just told me to have fun. They’re the complete opposites and I love them both dearly.
I find the hotel complimentary notebook and pen and leave him a note then turn and look back at the beautiful man asleep in the bed. I blow him a kiss knowing that this will be the last time I’ll ever see him again. I quietly sneak out of his hotel room and make my way to the elevator. I feel lost, and I’m not sure why.
A yawn escapes me as I make it out of the hotel lobby and into the fresh air. I need sleep, and lots of it. Mr. Executive was true to his word and I barely came up for air. I’m shattered with the lack of sleep from the night before I’m ready to fall into bed and not wake for at least a week.
I hail a taxi and climb into the back, my mind whirls with the memories of last night as the taxi drives through the streets of LA. I never intended on sleeping with him when I took him his briefcase. In fact, he had enraged me so much by his rudeness, demanding people to move out of his way that I honestly thought that I’d hand him his briefcase and never see him again. He was cocky as hell but he also knew all the right things to say.
As the taxi pulls into my apartment complex parking lot, I realize how glad I am to be home. My entire body aches and all I want is a hot shower then crawl into bed. I give Henry a quick smile, he returns it with a warm one of his own. “Good morning, Miss Melanie.”
My smile widens, he’s the sweetest man ever, he’s old enough to be my grandfather and he treats us girls like we’re his family. “Good morning, Henry, how are you today?
“Can’t complain, thank you, how are you?” he says pressing the elevator button for me.
“I’m good, thank you.” I give him a nod as the elevator doors open. “I’ll see you later.” I step in and hit the button to my floor, the doors close and I lean against the wall as my body sags. I’m drained, emotionally and physically. While I understand why I am physically, I don’t get why I’m emotionally. I know that Mr. Executive was a one night stand and yet I feel as though I’ve lost a huge part of myself.
When I walk into the apartment I’m surprised to see both Cass and Zoe asleep on the sofas. Cass jumps to her feet when the door closes behind me. “You’re home!” she practically yells waking Zoe in the process.
I take in her appearance, she’s usually so put together, but now, she’s got bags under her eyes and her hair’s a mess. I feel a twinge of guilt that I didn’t let her know that I wasn’t coming home. “I am, I’m sorry I worried you.”
Zoe pushes past Cass and pulls me into her arms. “I’m so proud!”
I give her a quick squeeze before releasing her. “Zoe, you’re crazy.”
She smirks, “Tell me about it.”
My heart sinks, I don’t want to talk about it. I can’t. Instead I just shrug.
Her eyes narrow, “Oh no you don’t,” she warns me. “I’m just happy that someone besides me is doing the walk of shame. But, Mel, you’ve got to give me details.”
“Who was it, do we know him?” Cass asks and finally smiles.
“He was a guy who came into work,” I say trying to avoid talking about this too much, just thinking about never seeing Mr. Executive again makes me choke up.
Cass’ eyes narrow, “What guy?” A smirk forms and of course she’s figured out, or at least thinks she has. “Him?” she questions. “It is him!”
“Him, who?” Zoe demands.
Cass’ smirk grows. “There was this jerk that came into Starbucks this morning. He called her, Buttercup.”
Zoe’s eyes widen and I groan, so much for trying to escape this. “Was he hot?”
Cass nods, “Extremely so.” She turns her attention back to me, “How did it happen?”
“I don’t know, it just did. Do we have to talk about this?” I walk past them both and into my room. I’m shattered and need to sleep. I don’t have the energy to shower, hell I don’t even have the energy to get undressed. I crawl into bed and close my eyes.
“Mel, are you okay?” Zoe’s soft voice calls out.
“Melly?” Cass whispers.
I open my eyes and a lone tear falls, “I don’t know why I’m so upset.” I whisper, “It was such a good night. I had the best time, but I feel empty, like something’s missing.”
Cass looks at me with a blank expression whereas Zoe’s staring at me as though she sympathizes with me. “You caught feelings, hon.”
I shake my head, “I can’t have.”
She nods, “Yeah, you did. It’s okay, it happens to us all at some point. Just leave it a few days and
see him again.”
“I can’t,” I whisper, and saying those words hurt.
“Why?” Cass asks.
“He’s leaving this morning. He was only in town for a few days.”
Zoe smiles. “Have no fear. I’ll get my stalk on. Tell me his name and where he’s from and I’ll find him.”
“I don’t know either,” I confess and Zoe’s features soften. “He said it was just one night.”
She crawls into bed beside me and holds me tight. I rest my head against her chest. “His loss, Melly, his loss.”
Warmth hits me from behind me as Cass hugs me too. “You’ll be okay.”
I nod as tears slowly fall.
“Go to sleep, we’ve got you,” Zoe whispers and I relax, knowing that my girls are here.
7
Eli
I sit down at my desk in my office and do what I’ve done every day since I got home from LA. I open my drawer and pull out the note. I stare at it, my chest restricts when I think back to that night. Fuck. I need to stop doing this shit. It was one night, and yet, she’s all I’m able to think about. I’ve vowed never to step foot in LA again, as I know that I’m not strong enough to stop myself from finding her.
I glance at the note again.
You kept your promise.
Buttercup xx
“Good morning, Mr. Devon.” Juliette’s soft voice calls out and I put the note back into my drawer and shut it closed. I really need to get over that woman, we had one night and yet she’s left her mark on me.
“Eli!” Devon yells as he walks into my office and I groan. Christ, what’s up his ass this morning? He’s been stomping around the place since I returned from Los Angeles eight days ago.
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