Authors: Michelle, Aubrey
Do It Well
Good Girls Do It Well
By Aubrey Michelle
Copyright 2016 Aubrey Michelle
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Everyone always tells me that I need to put myself out there more. I feel like every other day, someone is telling me that I’m never going to find a man by keeping myself holed up at home all the time. Regardless of how many times I insist that I’m not even actively looking, I get the same responses. I’m always told that the best man will come along when you’re not looking for love. That’s a term I’ve heard thrown around at least a hundred times but it never really sits well with me. What if I’m not actively looking because I’m really not interested in finding love? I’ve had too many bad experiences with men that have promised me the world only to leave when they find out that I’m not the social butterfly everyone expects me to be.
Lexi is my sister and, although we are identical twins, she is pretty much the opposite of everything that I am. While people are often referring to me as shy and sweet, I frequently hear people call my sister the black sheep of the family. She is confident and outspoken. If she has something to say to you, she’s going to say it regardless of how her words make you feel. If you’ve ever seen the movie Mean Girls starring Lindsay Lohan, Lexi is exactly like the Regina George character that’s played by Rachel McAdams. I’ve often speculated whether or not the movie was actually based on my sister’s life.
My friends always ask me why I put up with her. They love to tell me that, as an adult, I don’t have to deal with the things she says to me. A lot of people have said that they wouldn’t blame me if I stopped talking to her and completely cut her out of my life. Although putting a stop to all of her nonsense once and for all by completely ceasing contact sound nice sometimes, I could never do it. The two of us have been through way too much together. There were times when she was the only person there for me and vice-versa. We helped each other through the darkest times in our lives. She wasn’t always the person she is now.
When we were thirteen years old, my sister and I went off to teen travel camp. We’d attended summer camps ever since we were in kindergarten but being able to go to travel camp was a big deal. It meant that you were one of the big kids and you got to do a lot more exciting things. Instead of doing normal camping stuff, we had a summer full of trips and experiences. That year, we were able to go deep sea fishing, speed boating, and tubing on the Delaware. On top of that, we were taken to a New York Yankees game, a New York Liberty WNBA game and Camel Beach water park. I never wanted it to end and neither did Lexi. It was stacking up to be the greatest summer of our lives but that changed in the blink of an eye.
There was only about a week of camp left and we had just woken up. We were getting dressed when we got called into the counselor’s office. When we walked in, we were greeted by two police officers and a woman who worked for Westchester County social services. Overnight, our home had burned to the ground and neither my mother nor father were able to make it out. We went from enjoying a fun summer surrounded by our friends to being orphans in a matter of seconds.
We were turned over to social services immediately and placed in a temporary home. That home became the first of many that we would land in as we were shuffled around in the system. Many times, the state of New York tried to separate Lexi and me but we fought hard to prevent it. We were fed plenty of excuses about how the only places the state had available didn’t have room for both of us. Each time we heard those words, we fought with all we had to make sure we had each other. We kept telling ourselves that we only had to make it through until our 18th birthday. Our parents had been successful entrepreneurs and had left us both hefty inheritances. As soon as we were legal adults, we would be able to claim the money and start new lives for ourselves. I tried to make the best of a terrible situation and kept a positive outlook no matter what. Lexi found that much harder to do. The experience changed her and I wondered if she would ever be the same.
Out of the system for five years, I was determined to make sure that everything my parents built continued to grow to match their vision. After their deaths, a consulting group that had worked closely with them stepped in and made sure the business ran smoothly. Again, the business had been left to my sister and I but neither of us knew anything about the business world. My parents kept home life and business life separate and we were too young at the time to learn anything from them anyway. I was amazed to see that the consulting group was able to not only keep the company afloat, but they made it thrive in ways that my parents would have loved. Once I was of legal age, I attended business meetings to see if I could get a handle on what was going on. Instead, all I saw was a group of young professionals that loved the business just as much as my mom and dad did. In the end, we worked out a deal that would allow them to license the name LexiBelle Ventures, which my parents chose because it was a combination of me and my sister’s names. On top of the licensing agreement, my sister and I would both retain a total of 25% of the company but would not be active in the day to day business. This ensured we would always have income and could focus on what we were going to do with our lives next.
Even at 23 years old, I still didn’t have a clue about what I wanted to do. I’ve thought of becoming a doctor or a lawyer but neither of those really piqued my interest as much as I would have liked. I really thought I might enjoy being a social worker and using the experiences I saw within the system as a blueprint for what not to do. It sounded good but, even with my heart in it, how much would I actually be able to change? When I started thinking that way, I realized I was back to square one, which was having no clue what to do with my life. I did know, however, what I was going to do on that particular night. After much prodding and begging by one of my best friends, I was going to be attending the annual Scarsdale Gala. I’ve never been to one before but everyone around here says that everybody who’s anybody attends the gala. I don’t think I’m one of these everybody’s who’s a somebody but I was talked into going regardless.
“What are you going to wear to the gala?” Lexi asked me early the week before.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I responded. “I’ll probably just pull something out of my closet. I’m sure I’ve got a dress in there somewhere.”
Lexi looked at me as though I had two heads.
“Sarabelle, don’t you know that the Gala isthesocial gathering of the year? Just pulling out some old dress from your closet isn’t gonna work. Besides, I’ve seen the clothes you keep in there and, trust me, you’d get laughed out of the building.”
“What? I would not. Besides, what does it matter what I wear? It’s just a dance.”
“Just a dance? Are you kidding me right now? Do you even know where this event is taking place? Come here, let me show you.”
Lexi grabbed her laptop and came over to sit on my bed. She opened it up and brought up the website of the Grand Roosevelt Ballroom. It was gorgeous. The whole place looked like it was straight out of Cinderella. Of course, Lexi would be the one who would get the attention as the princess. I wouldn’t be noticed at all. I may as well have been the fairy godmother in the background saying bibbdy-bobbidi-boo.
“It’s beautiful,” I said. “What am I going to do? I don’t even know how to start shopping for something that would look good for this gala.”
“What is wrong with you? One of these days you’ll wake up and realize that you’re rich and can do whatever the hell you want. Take your ass down to The Best Dressed of Westchester and pick out a damn ball gown. I don’t know why you have to make everything so difficult.”
She was right. There was nothing in my closet that would even come close to being good enough to wear into that ballroom. I swallowed my pride, called Best Dressed Westchester and spoke with Michelle. She asked me a bunch of questions and when she realized that I needed a dress for the gala, she made an appointment on the spot. By that evening, I was hoping I would have my dress.
When I got to the shop, I was surprised to see that I was the only customer there. Michelle explained to me that they only do private appointments when selecting dresses for the gala. I didn’t know what all the excitement was about and wasn’t particularly fond of that big of a deal being made for me but I was already there so I went with it. Several racks of dresses had been selected for me and I spent the next three hours trying on a variety of dresses. I have to admit, it made me feel like a princess and for a little while as I allowed myself to escape into that fantasy world. By the time I walked out of there, I had agreed to buy a beautiful dress made by Jovani. The dress even had a name. It was labeled as “The Belle of the Ball” which I thought was corny and amazing all at the same time. Michelle told me that it would be taken in and adjusted for my exact measurements, ensuring I would look fabulous.
“When do I come to pick the dress up?” I asked.
“Honey, we have so many orders for the gala right now and my tailor is working as fast as he can. I can only promise you that it will be ready the morning of the gala. If it’s any earlier than that, I’ll be sure to call you and let you know.”
I’d been pacing around the morning of the gala hoping that I’d have something to wear that night since my dress still hadn’t been tailored for me. I called the shop and Michelle said there were a couple dresses that were still ahead of mine. She kept promising me that it would be done in plenty of time and that she’d call me when it’s done. Now, it was almost noon and I was still waiting. A friend of Lexi’s was coming over to do our hair and makeup but it was important that I be in my dress when she got here.
“Will you sit down, Sarabelle? You’re annoying the shit out of me with all of your walking back and forth,” Lexi griped.
“I’m sorry Lexi! It’s just that if this dress isn’t ready in time, I won’t be able to go tonight. As much as you’ve all been on me to get out of the house, I know I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t show up.”
My phone started ringing as soon as I had finished my sentence. My dress was ready and waiting for me to pick it up.
“Do you want to come with me to pick it up, Lexi?” I asked my sister, excited to show her what I had picked out.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll see it whenever you get back. Besides, I can only imagine what a dress you picked out must look like. If I go with you, I probably wouldn’t let you leave the store with it.”
I couldn’t believe how mean and hateful she was being to me. While it was true that she hadn’t been overly kind to me for quite some time, she usually stopped short of being mean to me directly. On the other hand, I could kind of see where she was coming from. I don’t really have the greatest fashion sense in the world. I’m not like the rich and famous people we’re constantly surrounded by; I’m more of a homebody who likes to kick it in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Maybe it’s because when we were battling to stay together in foster care, I didn’t really care what I looked like. I’ve never been a materialistic person, unlike my twin. That didn’t change the fact that I thought the dress I had picked out was gorgeous and I didn’t care what she said. I was happy with it and that’s all the mattered.
When I got back home, I was relieved to find out that our friend was going to be later than we expected. It left me plenty of time to take a shower and get dressed before she arrived, which was good because I needed to shave my legs before I even thought about going anywhere in a dress. It was nice to be able to enjoy the shower instead of having to rush around like I thought I was going to have to do. I closed my eyes as the warm water ran over my body. I allowed my mind to wander and I started daydreaming about what the dance was going to be like. Public events like this are not my thing but I promised myself that I’d do my best to enjoy it.
As I got out of the shower and began drying off, I spied Lexi messing with my dress out of the corner of my eye. At first, I thought she was just looking at it while I was out of the room since she claimed to not care what I picked. It wasn’t until I saw her taking it off the hook I had hung the hanger on and started walking towards her room that I realized something wasn’t right.
“Lexi, what are you doing?” I yelled down the hall right before she went into her door.
“There is no way you picked this dress out for yourself Sarabelle. Who did you take to the dress shop with you?”
“Nobody. I picked it out by myself.”
“Bullshit, you don’t have an eye for fashion to be able to pick out something like this. I actually love this dress and I’m going to wear it to the gala tonight. You can wear the black dress I picked out for myself. It will probably look better on you anyway. It doesn’t show nearly enough cleavage for my taste.”
I couldn’t believe she was going to take my dress and think I wouldn’t have a problem with it. That was my dress and I’ll be damned if she was going to steal it from me. I stormed down the hall and into her room, which she had just walked into.
“That’s my dress Lexi and you need to give it back to me right now.”
“Or else what? Are you going to get mad? Are you going to beat me up? Give me a break,” she said, knowing that I get extremely emotional when I get angry.
“Just give me the dress. I paid for it and I really want to wear it,” I said, my voice breaking a couple times as I tried to fight back tears.
“Did you hear what I said? It’s not going to look good on you. I’m only trying to save you from embarrassing yourself.”
“You know what, Lexi? You get all your little friends to do whatever you want and they follow you like some kind of cult leader. You don’t get to do that with me. You and I went through too much together. I’m tired of you always getting your way. I’m putting my foot down when it comes to the dress.”
The look on Lexi’s face changed. While she was being a sarcastic smart-ass before, I managed to make her infuriated. She was so mad that she grabbed the dress and slammed it hard into my chest.
“Here bitch, just take your damn dress and get out of my room.”
I tried to avoid it but I started crying by the time I made it to my room. She calls everyone a bunch of different names but she never calls me anything. The fact that she called me a bitch cut a little deeper than it should have.
“Are you sad, bitch? Why don’t you go cry to that gay boyfriend of yours? That’s what you always do anyway.”
The gay boyfriend she is talking about is Liam Bane. Consequently, he is neither gay nor is he my boyfriend. He was someone I met while I was going through the system and managed to stay in touch with ever since. My sister liked to call him gay because he spent so much time with me but never tried to date me. The truth is that we’ve always been great friends and have never really had an attraction to one another. He was different than any other guy I’d ever met. It was nice to be able to get a male perspective on things without him assuming I was giving him signs that I wanted him in my panties. With Liam, I felt safe. That was why I was taking him to the gala as my date.
I managed to pull myself together before our friend Becca arrived to do our hair and makeup. Becca worked at one of the most exclusive salons in New York and was the go-to girl for celebrities when they were in town. Lexi grabbed her as soon as she got there and pulled her into her room to do her hair first. I had a feeling she called her in there out of spite, hoping that she wouldn’t get a chance to do mine which would lead me to going to the gala looking like I’d just rolled out of bed. I had news for her, though. As much fun as it is to have someone do your hair and makeup, I was more than capable of doing my own. Since I already knew what she was up to, I grabbed my stuff and headed for the bathroom.
Under usual circumstances, I am not your typical girl who primps and preens in front of a mirror for ages when getting ready to go somewhere. This, however, is one of those nights where it’s absolutely necessary. My dress is gorgeous; it’s long and silky and the cutest shade of powder blue I’ve ever seen. The strapless gown had sequins around my cleavage, yet it wasn’t meant to draw attention to my breasts. My dress is beautiful and classy.
After getting into the dress, I spent nearly two hours getting made up to go to the dance. For a while, I was asking myself what I was doing. I was going to the dance with Liam and I knew I didn’t have to get made up for him. Who was I trying to impress? I was able to answer my own question quickly. I wasn’t attempting to impress anyone. I missed out on proms and homecomings and this was my way to make up for lost time. I wanted to look like a beautiful princess and dammit, that’s what I was going to do.
Liam arrived early to pick me up and had to wait until I was finished. This was new territory for him. He was used to my beauty regimen consisting of pulling my hair back into a ponytail, grabbing my purse and walking out the door.
“I’m sorry, Liam. I won’t be too much longer. Just have a seat on my bed and I’ll be right out,” I yelled from inside the bathroom. I learned that day that he didn’t like to wait. While I was rolling the curling iron through my long hair, I could hear the sound of his knuckles cracking. Looking through the crack in the door, I could see that he was nervous and fidgety. His leg bounced up and down as his eyes darted around the room. I’m pretty sure he even sighed and let out a low whistle as he waited.
When I finally made my way out into my room, he jumped up off the bed to meet me. He was raised to be old-fashioned and believed a lady should never be greeted by a man in a seated position. Sometimes I wonder why I wasn’t into him. He was literally everything I wanted in a guy. The feelings weren’t there, though, and we both knew it. We’d debated giving it a go a couple of times while we were younger but it was too weird. We’re best friends and that’s the way we like it.
“Wow, you look beautiful,” he complimented me as I did a little spin so he could see my dress.
“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself,” I responded as I looked his black and white tuxedo up and down. He really did clean up quite nice.
Just as I had suspected, Lexi and Becca emerged from her room with only minutes to spare. She had a smirk on her face that I would have loved to have slapped off. Instead, I bit my tongue as I usually do and rolled my eyes.
“You ready to go?” Liam asked, holding out his hand, instructing me to walk ahead of him.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
And with that, it was time to head to the gala. Liam held the passenger door of his blue Ford Mustang while I got in. I was used to riding in his SUV but this was the car that he brought out for special occasions. I thought it was cute that he considered this dance to be one of those times. I really hope to meet a man like him.
As we pulled up to the Grand Roosevelt Ballroom, I was taken aback by how beautiful it was. While Liam was busy giving his car keys to the valet driver, I looked in awe at the stunning pillars and charm of the building. The building was white but purple spotlights were placed on the ground, focused on the structure, causing it to glow in a shade of lilac. I had been relaxed during the drive over but suddenly my nerves were getting the best of me. My mouth was as dry as the desert and I could feel my anxiety rising. Just as I thought I was about to lose it, Liam held out his arm to me.
“Shall we?” he asked in a fake British accent, breaking the tension, causing me to laugh.
“Let’s,” I replied in a horrible attempt at matching his accent. I probably sounded more French than anything.
There was a long line of people making their way inside. Each person was stopped to make sure their name was on the list before being allowed entry to the event. I knew that it was an exclusive gathering but I had no idea what lengths they would go to in order to keep out people who did not have invitations. The line moved quickly but not fast enough for several of the women standing in front of us. For the next five minutes, Liam and I listened to the complaining and moaning about how one person thought that, since they were a VIP, they shouldn’t have to wait in line while another whined about the event organizers for not having a better solution in place. Personally, these women were everything I vowed to never become. How someone can be so miserable all the time is beyond me.
After checking in at the door and making our way inside, I was amazed by the beauty and elegance of the interior. With a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and Victorian-era crown molding, the inside was even more beautiful than the outside. We were led to a table, which had our names etched on a placard on top of a solid white linen tablecloth. We would be sharing our table with Robert and Vanessa Anders, two people whom I was not familiar with.
Not long after we had been seated, a jazz band took the stage and started to play. The music was beautiful and it didn’t take long for a few couples to make their way to the dance floor. I had no doubt that I would end up out there at some point, although I was going to have to consume a few drinks first. As we stood up to mingle, I noticed several people were staring at me and immediately became self-conscious.
“Liam, I think I’m just going to stay at the table,” I nervously mentioned to my date.
“What? Why? What’s the matter?”
“There are so many people staring at me. What’s wrong? Did my makeup smear or something?”
“No, not at all,” he laughed. “People are looking at you because you are absolutely stunning this evening. Come on, let’s go get a drink so you can loosen up a bit.”
The two of us walked to the bar and got a flute of champagne, which would be my drink of choice for the evening. When we turned away from the bar, Lexi was standing behind us.
“Two Jack and Coke’s,” she ordered, pushing past us without acknowledging our existence. She was still in a mood; I guess because I wouldn’t let her wear the dress I had just bought. When she’s mad, she likes to drink Jack and Coke. Her drink order showed me that her intention was to get wasted.
After walking around and talking to the few people we knew, all the while consuming several glasses of champagne, Liam finally talked me into dancing with him. We danced awkwardly as we stood about six inches apart, his hands on my waist and mine on his shoulders. From the corner of my eye, I spotted my sister making out with some guy I had never seen before. I had no idea how many drinks she had already gone through but watching the way the two of them were groping each other publicly, she’d had plenty. I told Liam that I wanted to go talk to her but he convinced me to stay on the dance floor until the song was over.
Once the band was done playing, Liam kissed me on the cheek and we made our way back towards the tables where my sister was heading. The sound of my heels clicking on the floor reminded me of when I was a little girl and loved hearing my dress shoes click whenever I walked across the kitchen floor. I was taking a sip of my champagne when I noticed that my sister was not only clearly intoxicated, but she was being helped out the door by the man she had been making out with. I looked over to Liam with concern on my face, his face mirrored mine.
“I’ll follow them out and stop them before he gets her into his car. She may not like it but I’ll take her home before she does something she regrets,” Liam assured me. “Are you going to be okay here until I get back?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine,” I replied, realizing that the champagne was doing a fantastic job of making me much less socially awkward.
I finished the champagne in my glass, the bubbles tickling my nose as it went down. Since I didn’t want to look like a loser sitting alone, I figured I might as well go back up to the bar and get another drink. I’d seen quite a few people I knew so I’d just join in on their conversations until Liam returned. As I was ordering my drink, I felt a tingling on the back of my neck as my Spidey senses kicked in. I went to scan the room and almost ran right into the chest of a tall, handsome man.
“Oh, excuse me,” I said embarrassed as I tried to make my way past him. He stopped me by grabbing my arm, turning me back towards him.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice deep and attractive.
Surprised by the sudden situation I’d found myself in, I looked up at the man I was talking to. It only took me a moment to realize who he was. His name is Christian Wilde. With his gorgeous eyes, amazing smile and perfectly chiseled facial features, he may have been the most attractive man in the entire Scarsdale area. He is also well known for being the biggest playboy around. He doesn’t even try to hide out. He’s almost famous for playing the field and I couldn’t even guess at the number of women who have been in his bed. Men like that disgust me, yet for some reason, I was feeling butterflies stir in the pit of my stomach. I was sure the feeling was a result of how much alcohol I’d been drinking because I knew I shouldn’t react to him.
“I’m Sarabelle,” I replied, only realizing that I sounded like a gushing schoolgirl after it was too late.
“Sarabelle, huh? Why don’t you join me at my table and we can get to know one another?”
My mind told me to say no, to make a run for it and surround myself with anyone at the party but him. Yet, there I was, making my way towards his table.
She had no idea what she was about to get herself into. To her, running into me at the bar was nothing more than a chance encounter but in reality, the move was perfectly planned and orchestrated. It had been nearly a month since the first time I laid my eyes on Sarabelle. There is a charity auction that I attend every year and this was her first year on the committee. I like to pop into charity events from time to time. It helps keep my name out there and can only look good for my investment company. We like to throw our money at a few charities. I mean, it’s a tax write-off, after all, so what could it hurt? If it helped send a little good karma my way, that’s even better.
I was watching the silent auction when I first laid my eyes on her. She was sitting at a table to the side of the stage with the other committee members. I was scanning the room to figure out which ladies were available. I’d already screwed most of the women in the room and wasn’t particularly interested in a repeat performance. It wasn’t a hard rule and I’d broken it a few times in the past but the sex would have to be exceptional for me to sleep with the same woman more than once. When I saw her laughing with one of the other girls, I noticed that she had a single dimple on her right cheek. She was beautiful but that wasn’t what I was attracted to. What made me want her was her innocence. I didn’t know her personally but I could tell she was a good girl. The only thing I wanted to do was take her innocence and leave her ruined for all the other men she might encounter later in life. Just thinking about all the dirty things I could do to her made me ache for release.
After the charity event, there was a dinner held to honor everyone who donated their items and time to the cause. That was where I had planned to make my move but it wasn’t meant to be. She left early and my opportunity to turn the good girl bad was lost for the time being. I ended up taking someone else home that night. Even as I screwed her, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Miss Innocent straddling me.
I asked around to find out who she was. Getting her name was easy. She was relatively well-known around Scarsdale, or, at least, her parents were. Their tragedy was plastered all over the news when it happened. It looked like she did okay for herself, though. I looked her up online but every social media profile she had was set to private and I wasn’t about to send her a friend request. I didn’t need her seeing the lewd comments from women wanting to see me again. I knew I had to bide my time and wait for the right opportunity. When I saw her name on the guest list for the gala, I knew my time had come.
The whole damn night, I had to watch as this guy she brought refused to leave her side. He was like a dog who walked alongside their owner no matter where they were going. If she went to the bar, he was right there with her. If she went out to the dance floor, he was right there with her. I could be wrong, maybe it was her following him around but I doubt it. They were there together but they didn’t seem like a couple. I was patient and wanted to wait for the right opportunity. That opportunity came as I watched her date stroll out the front door.
I approached her cautiously. I knew she wasn’t going to be an easy lay like the girls I was used to. I would have to move slowly at first if I was going to get what I wanted out of Sarabelle. Before I had a chance to say hello, she swung around and smacked right into my chest. Obviously embarrassed, she looked up at me, flashed a nervous smile and started to walk away. Once again, that dimple of hers stood out to me. I realized that it was what made her look so innocent. Realizing she was about to get away, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to me, maintaining eye contact as I spoke to her.
After she had told me her name, she accepted my invitation to join me at my table. I had my own spot near the back of the room. It was a private VIP section of sorts. I had a waitress with full bottle service and I wasn’t above convincing this girl to have a drink with me. She seemed apprehensive so I pulled out her chair to show her I could be a gentleman. I began pouring her a glass of wine, which she waved off immediately. I finished pouring anyway and sat the Chateau Lafite in front of her.
“My name’s Christian. I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these things before.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Christian,” she said as she scanned the room. “I don’t attend a lot of events. A lot of people I know are surprised to see me here tonight.”
“Why is that?” I asked. “A beautiful girl like you should use any excuse she can to get all made up and come out to the parties.”
“That’s what my friends tell me. The truth is, I’m not much of a partier. I’d rather keep a low profile. My weekends usually consist of sitting at home with a good book.”
“That’s a shame. The scenery would be a lot better if you came out more often,” I said, trying to lay it on thick but not seem too obvious about it.
“That’s very sweet,” she said as her face turned crimson. “It’s just not something I can get into.”
“I may be mistaken, but didn’t I see you at that charity thing last month?”
“Yes, but that’s only because I do a lot of work with that charity. I lost my parents when I was young so I feel strongly about charities that help orphans find permanent homes. Even then, I left as soon as the silent auction was over. Do you support the charity as well? I’m guessing so if you were there.”
“I give to a number of different charities. I feel like, with as much money as my company makes, it’s important to spread some of that wealth around for good deeds.”
She gulped down her wine in an attempt to calm her nerves. Her nervousness made her that much more attractive to me. I also knew she was not the kind of girl I’d usually go for. Typically, I would give my attention to girls that I could tell would be a sure thing. For some reason, I was in the mood for a challenge. It would be a different kind of conquest. She would be a trophy of sorts.
“You know Sarabelle, it’s kind of loud in here. Why don’t I have my driver bring the car around and we can go back to my place?”
“No, I don’t think so. I need to wait here for my date. He was going to take my sister home and come back for me.”
“Oh come on, I can have someone watch for him and let him know it’s okay to go on home. It’ll be fun. We can have some wine in my hot tub and you can tell me what you’d like for breakfast in the morning.”
She nearly choked on the wine she was drinking as my comment caught her off guard. I know that it’s a good line. It’s worked on plenty of women. It didn’t appear to be working on her, however. She wiped her mouth with the napkin lying on the table, excused herself and left my table, heading straight for the door. I lifted my glass in a toast to her as she left. This wouldn’t be the last time I would see her. She would soon find out that I can be a patient man when it comes to something I want.
Tell him what I’d like for breakfast in the morning? Was he serious? The man has a reputation as one of the biggest players in the world. I’d heard about the breakfast line from several people but I thought it was one of those urban legends because it sounded so ridiculous. I must have been completely wrong because he had just used the line on me. What’s worse is that it must actually work if he keeps using it.
I left his table and ran out the front door as fast as my heels would take me. The cool air caught me by surprise as I descended the stairs. Autumn was arriving early in New York. The evenings were turning colder and the leaves on the trees were starting to turn various shades of orange and yellow. As I breathed in the fresh night air, I wondered what types of women actually fell for those lines. It didn’t take me long to realize that I knewexactlywhat kind of women were falling for those lines. I’m nothing at all like those women and he was crazy if he thought a sleazy pickup line like that was going to work on me.
All I wanted to do was go home but Liam’s phone was going straight to voice mail. Knowing how my sister could be, I figured she was being stubborn and putting up a fight. I didn’t want to stand in front of the building looking like an idiot so I walked into the gardens located behind the ballroom. I’ve loved gardens ever since I was a little kid when my mom and I used to plant flowers out in the yard.
The garden that I had just walked into was huge. There were colorful and fragrant roses, azaleas, daffodils and a variety of other flowers. What caught my eye, however, was a massive archway right in the center that led into some type of maze or labyrinth made from tall bushes and shrubbery. I figured I had some time to kill so I decided to check it out. This thing was amazing and was much larger than it appeared. As I made my way deeper into the maze, I could hear voices talking from just outside. They were discussing Christian Wilde, the man that had just been trying to pick me up. I couldn’t understand their entire conversation but I did learn that Christian himself was the sponsor of the gala that I had been attending. He also donated large amounts of money to the charity that was hosting the event. I was a little surprised by what I was hearing. Was it possible that I had judged Christian wrong? After all, the information I’d heard about him all came from second-hand sources. Maybe the things I’d heard weren’t actually true. Maybe Christian Wilde wasn’t such a bad guy after all.
Wandering further into the huge maze in the garden, I stopped every so often to smell some of the flowers I came across, especially some that I was not familiar with and hadn’t ever seen before. My favorite was these purple flowers that resembled a rose but didn’t have the perfume smell that roses were known for. Instead, they smelled sweet, almost like a honeysuckle. It made me sad to think that the cold New York weather would soon be swooping in, leaving all of those flowers frosted over, most of them dying until spring came along to revive them, starting the process all over.
As I walked and took in the beautiful scenery, I tried to call Liam again to let him know I was no longer at the gala. When he came back, he would be looking for me and I didn’t want him to worry that something was wrong. Once again, his phone went straight to voicemail. I was going to leave him a message but who does that anymore? I know when someone leaves me a message, I’m more likely to call them back to see what they wanted before I’d ever listen to it. The only time I ever actually check it is when I get tired of seeing the little envelope icon in my notification bar. After not being able to reach him, I tried calling my sister, hoping Liam had been able to get her home safely so that she could let him know where I was. Her phone rang and rang before her voice mail picked up as well. Hanging up my phone and tossing it into my purse in disgust, I realized that I’d been walking aimlessly in this giant maze and hadn’t paid any attention to where I was going. No matter where I turned, I seemed to run into a dead end. When it kept happening, my palms started to get sweaty and my heart began to race. Being lost in the labyrinth was beginning to freak me out.
I continued to try to make my way through one way or another. If I couldn’t find my way back to the entrance, hopefully I’d be able to make it out the other side. The thing that bothered me was how dark it had become inside the garden. The front of the maze was illuminated from the lights outside but none of it was able to penetrate the significant growth within. Turning a corner, I jumped in surprise when I realized I wasn’t alone. Straight ahead was a man with his back towards me. He was well-dressed and had likely been at the gala as well. I was about to speak up to ask if he knew how to get out when I realized that he was with a woman. She was wearing a black dress with the top pulled down, exposing her breasts. They weren’t having sex but it looked like they weren’t far off from starting. The two of them were making out pretty heavily when the woman looked over his shoulder and saw me standing there.
The girl was either on something or freaked out for some reason because her eyes turned wide and her face went white as she pushed them man off of her, pulled her dress up and took off running out of the maze. If I had been in my right mind, I would have followed her as she looked like she knew where she was going. Instead, shock took over me and I was frozen in place as I realized I knew who she was. She was an older woman who is married to Benjamin Eager, a man who was one of my dad’s best friends when he was alive. I saw them together at the party so I knew they were still together. I didn’t know who she was making out with but I knew it wasn’t her husband.
“Hey, you know she’s a married woman, right? Don’t you have any respect for the vows her and her husband took?” I asked, disgusted by what had been happening.
“Yeah, I know she’s married. It’s not me she’s cheating on so it’s not my problem,” replied the very familiar voice. I wasn’t able to put my finger on it at first but as soon as he took a few steps out of the shadows, I realized who I was talking to. It was Kade Nichols.
Kade was my age, so the fact that he had been making out with a woman much older than him should have been surprising, but in reality, it was what everyone had come to expect from him. He had a thing for married women and had ruined several marriages with no regrets whatsoever. Sometimes I wondered what went wrong with him.
It would probably surprise many people who’ve only met me in the last few years to know that Kade Nichols and I used to be very close. In fact, the two of us had been best friends ever since we met in kindergarten. We did everything together and had lots of play dates. We even used to make sure we napped next to each other in class. Our friendship continued as we got older and was going strong all the way up until I was placed in state custody. Kade and I lost touch but I thought about him often. As soon as I was back out on my own, he was the first person I looked up.
Unfortunately, the Kade that appeared at my house did not match the person that I used to know. The boy who used to come over to watch movies and had me cracking up with laughter had become a chauvinistic pig who thought he was God’s gift to women everywhere. After hanging out with me a few times, he developed some sort of crush on me and decided that he had to have me. I had to tell him over and over that he was a best friend to me and that’s how I saw him. Besides, I had to work on getting my own life in order before I’d be ready to date anyone, let alone think about starting a relationship. Nothing I said mattered to him. All he wanted to do was pressure me to do something I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want to be with him and he wouldn’t get it through his head. I tried to look past the way he was acting, hoping he would get the hint and things could go back to the way they used to be but it never happened. In the end, I had to stop hanging out with him. He called and sent text messages like a mad man for a couple weeks but he eventually took the hint and I hadn’t heard from him since.
“Do my eyes deceive me?” he asked in a sarcastic tone. “Is that Sarabelle Williams I see before me?”
“Hi, Kade. How are you?”
“I was a lot better a few minutes ago before a certain someone ran my lady friend away.”
“Sorry about that. I got lost in this thing and you guys kind of caught me by surprise. Besides, don’t you know she’s married?”
“Yes, I do. I wasn’t exactly trying to come in between their marriage, Sarabelle. I was just attempting to cum between her legs.”
“Ugh, you’re disgusting Kade.”
“Is that any way to talk to an old friend?”
“Look, you seem to know you way around in here. Can you show me how to get out of this maze?”
“Of course, I can but why should I help you? I’m the one who needs a little help here,” he said as he started to approach me.
“Kade, what are you doing?” I asked as he inched his way closer to me.
“You need my help and I’d like to help you. But since you ran off my date, I was thinking that you could finish what she started.”
Before I could protest any more, he stepped up to me, wrapped his arms around me and tried to force his tongue down my throat. The taste and smell of alcohol on his breath was overwhelming. I could feel my entire body starting to shake and my pulse raced as I used all the strength I had to try to push him off of me. With our size difference, it seemed like it was going to be useless but I did manage to wiggle away, temporarily putting a little distance between us. Using all the breath I could muster, I started screaming for help as loud as I could. Kade started laughing.
“You can scream all you want Sarabelle, but nobody is going to come back here looking for you. Everyone is too busy with the gala and besides, that noise is drowning out anything happening in here. I’m not sure why you’re trying to fight this. I know you’ve wanted this for years. Just relax and let it happen.”
I hate to see you go but I love watching you leave. That’s one of my favorite old sayings. I have no clue where it originated but I’m jealous I didn’t come up with it. It’s clever, very clever. The saying was especially true as I watched Sarabelle walking away from me and out the front door. The way she filled out her dress from behind was delicious. I wanted to unwrap her like a gift on Christmas morning and spend the entire day playing with her. I’d get my chance. I always get what I want. With her, it was going to take a little bit of patience and even more creativity. She seemed to be too smart to fall for my regular lines, I was going to have to use my charm to win her over if I ever wanted to see what secrets lay beneath that dress.
Watching her walk out the front door, I knew the gentleman that had accompanied her to the gala was no longer there. Nonchalantly, I pulled out my cell phone and called Bobby, the man I had hired to work as head of security for the event. He picked up almost immediately.
“Bobby, did you see the girl that just walked out the front door?” I asked.
“I think so. Long blue dress?”
“That’s the one.”
“Yeah, she just walked past me.”
“Do me a favor and keep an eye on her for me, would you? Don’t make it obvious that you’re watching her. Don’t follow her or anything. Just make sure nothing happens to her until her date comes back to pick her up.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
I hung up the phone and decided to go back to the party. I never went home by myself and I didn’t intend to start. It was time to work my magic on the dance floor and find out which women had been hitting the booze a little harder than they intended. Finding a woman to sleep with was much easier in a bar or club. At functions such as this one, many of the women came with dates, most of whom were their significant others. My target for that particular evening would be any single mothers that were in the house.
Single moms almost made it too easy for me. These are the women who are the most desperate for someone to show them a good time. Most of them spend their days at dead-end jobs that they hate and can’t leave because they need to be able to make ends meet. Their evenings were spent picking up kids, cooking dinner, helping with homework, giving baths, putting children to bed and then turning in themselves so they could wake up and do it all over again.
When a single mom gets a chance to go out without her children, she’ll tend to really let loose and let her inhibitions fly. That’s because these are the women who are most in need of a break from their reality and I am more than happy to be the person to give them one. I’ve also found that they are the ones most likely to experiment in the bedroom. Some of the kinkiest shit I’ve ever done have been with single mothers. I began to wonder what might be in store for me tonight.
I made my way around the room, saying hello to the people I knew and trying to become acquainted with the beautiful women I didn’t. Glancing down at their left hands, if I didn’t spot a rock on their ring fingers, I assumed they were fair game. I would never mess with a married woman. It’s kind of a code that I have. I may be an asshole but some lines are not meant to be crossed. That’s not to say I haven’t screwed around with a married woman, but I wasn’t aware of the marriage until after the fact.
The selection of available women wasn’t very abundant at the gala. Most of the attractive women had brought dates of their own. I’d already had my way with most of the women who were there alone. That’s not to say that it would be hard to set up a second round but I wanted something new and exciting. The biggest problem I have with single moms is that they tend to get attached too easily. They think that if they give it up, the person they’re sleeping with is going to magically fall in love with them and want to be part of their ready-made family. That wasn’t for me and, although I made it clear from the beginning, that didn’t stop them. Does that make me an asshole? I don’t know but at least I didn’t go around making promises I had no intention of keeping.
After several trips around the room, I spotted a woman who must have been hiding in the corner all night. She was a leggy blond with gorgeous blue eyes, large breasts and curves right where I liked them all wrapped up in a tight dress. By the way she was wobbling around the dance floor and laughing non-stop, I could see she was pretty tipsy, which would only serve to make my job easier. I grabbed a shot of whiskey from the bar and downed it quickly as I made my way over to the woman. Before I had a chance to introduce myself, my cell phone began to vibrate in my pocket and I had to move away from the music to answer it.
“Yeah Bobby, what is it?” I asked after looking down at my phone to see who was calling me.
“Boss, that girl you were having me keep an eye on for you. She went into the garden about a half-hour ago and has never come back out.”
“Okay, she’s allowed to hang out in the garden. What’s the problem?” I said, annoyed that Bobby had interrupted me with something so trivial just as I was about to work my magic.
“Yeah, I know she’s allowed to be in there, boss. It’s just that there was a woman who came running from the garden about five minutes ago. She looked like she was pretty upset. Something doesn’t feel quite right. You want me to go in and check it out?”
“No, you stay where you are. We need you at the door. I’ll go out to the garden and make sure everything is okay.”
I put the phone back into my pocket and took another shot before looking back at the dance floor. I hated to leave before I had a chance to introduce myself and make my move. The gorgeous blond was going to have to wait a few minutes before she would be able to get her first experience of Christian Wilde.
Making my way outside, I met Bobby at the door. The girl who had come running out of the garden had disappeared around the corner before he had a chance to ask her what was going on. Again, he confirmed that he watched as Sarabelle entered the garden well before the woman came running out in distress.
“Do you know who she was? Was she someone attending the gala?” I asked, hoping I could get a little more information so I would have a better idea of what I could be walking into.
“No clue, boss. It all happened pretty fast. I didn’t even get a very good look at her.”
He was about as useful as a one-armed trapeze artist with an itchy ass. Fortunately for him, I didn’t hire him for his intelligence. He’s big, strong, and intimidating, which is everything you could ask for in a security guard. As long as I remembered that I kept him around for his brawn and not his brains, I would be okay.
I dialed Bobby’s cell phone as I started to walk into the garden maze. This would allow him to listen in and give me a hand in case things got hairy. Making my way through the twists and turns, I wondered why anyone would want to put such a thing in the garden. Sure, it may be fun for kids but for an adult who had no idea where he was going, the constant dead-ends and false starts were maddening. Eventually, I heard some muffled voices and I was able to listen in order to follow in the correct direction.
Turning the last corner into the center of the maze, I was surprised to find Sarabelle there with her back firmly against the shrubs and a young man pressed up against her, kissing her hard and deep.How much had she had to drink?She didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would be making out with a random guy in public but what did I know? All I knew was the persona she put forward. Maybe I had been wrong about her and the innocent thing was all a ploy. I decided to give the two lovers their privacy and started to exit quietly, hoping neither of them would realize I was ever there. Before I made it out of earshot, I heard something that made me stop.
“I told you no! Get off of me you creep!”
Looking back around the corner, I could see that Sarabelle wasn’t enjoying what was happening at all. In fact, she appeared to be struggling to get away from the man, who was apparently her attacker. I walked over to the man, grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him around and landed a right hook straight to his jaw. Stunned, he fell to the ground but popped right back up ready to fight. My adrenaline was pumping and I was ready to go.
He swung at me but missed as I ducked out of the way. My high school wrestling training came in handy as my instincts kicked in. I grabbed both of his legs and took him down to the ground. Climbing on top of him, I rained fists down onto his face and head over and over. I was connecting with his mouth, nose and chin. I kept punching and didn’t stop until Bobby, who had heard the altercation through our open line, grabbed me from behind and pulled me off the guy.
“Come on Christian, you’ve given him enough. He’s bleeding everywhere,” he yelled as he stepped in between us. He was right, the guy had blood coming from his mouth and nose. I’d beaten him down to a bloody pulp.
“Get him out of here,” I said to Bobby as I turned my attention to Sarabelle. She was shaking in fear as her legs gave out from under her and she slid down the bushes and sat on the ground. She looked up at me in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. She tried to say thank you but only managed to mouth the words as Bobby brought her attacker back to consciousness and led him away.
“Bobby, before you cut him loose, make sure he knows that if he ever messes with this girl again, he’s going to end up even worse the next time.”
Bobby nodded before disappearing into the maze of shrubbery, leaving Sarabelle and me alone.
I’ve always known that Kade was a creep after we had our reunion but I didn’t think he would stoop so low. His aggressiveness while trying to get me to date him was the main reason I stopped hanging out with him several years ago. Still, I didn’t think he would ever go to the kind of lengths that he tried to go to with me. I’d hate to think about what would have happened if Christian Wilde wouldn’t have shown up to save me. I’d like to think that Kade wouldn’t have taken things too far but the look in his eye and the way his breath reeked of alcohol told me I was just fooling myself.
Of all the people who could have come to my rescue, Christian was the last person I expected to see. The perennial playboy, I figured would have his mind strictly on who he was going to bed that night. Instead, he ended up in the garden with me, saving me from what could have become a dangerous situation. How did he even know I was in the garden? It didn’t really matter. I’m just grateful that he showed up when he did.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he straightened out his tuxedo, brushing the dirt off of it.
“I, I think so,” I replied meekly, my mind not wanting to cooperate and pronounce the words I was trying to say. I felt like I couldn’t get control of my own body. I was shaking from head to toe. All attempts to stand up were futile as my quaking legs were in no condition to support my body. Seeing me in a weak position, Christian stood over me and offered me his hand.
“Let’s get you out of here. Come with me.”
I put my hand in his and allowed him to help me to my feet. He made sure to support me, wrapping one arm around my body to hold me upright and using the other to keep my balanced. Slowly but surely, we made our way out of the garden. With each step, I realized more and more that my scary predicament was over and I began to allow myself to relax. I knew I was going to be okay.
Once Christian could tell that I didn’t need as much support, he let go with one hand but left his arm wrapped around me. He pulled out his cell phone to make a phone call.
“Bobby, can you have the car around front in the next two minutes?” he queried into the handset. I couldn’t hear what was said on the other end but he must have liked the response because he said thanks and hung up.
After another couple of minutes of walking, we finally made it to the outside of the labyrinth. I felt a great relief to be free from the twisting maze. I hadn’t realized the amount of anxiety I had been experiencing inside until I was out of it. It was as if I had been suffocating and could now breathe again. Almost as if it were on cue, Christian’s limousine pulled up right in front of where we were standing.
“Here, get in,” he said. “I noticed the guy you were with left earlier and I don’t want you to be by yourself in case that creep comes back. Come with me and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
I hesitated outside of the limo. Did Christian have ulterior motives? It wasn’t even an hour ago that he was trying to pick me up and get me to spend the night at his house. Now, he was putting me into his limo? I really didn’t want to spend the night with him, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to think that I wasn’t appreciative of what he had just done for me. I ended up getting in the limo with him following right behind me.
“Where are we headed tonight, Mister Wilde? Your place?” his driver questioned.
“No, not yet. We’re going to take Miss Williams home first. What’s your address hun?” he asked.
His question took me by surprise. I figured he felt I owed him something for saving me and would try to use it as leverage to get me into his bed. I had to think for a moment and allow my address to come to me.
“I live at 17 Heathcote Road in Scarsdale,” I finally replied.
“17 Heathcote Road it is.”
Christian tried making small talk on the way to my house but I was much too shaken to be a very good conversationalist. Each time he would ask a question, I would simply shake my head in agreement or give short one or two-word answers. I hoped he didn’t think I was rude or stand-offish, the events of the evening had left my mind flustered. He seemed to understand and was an absolute gentleman to me the entire ride. He even accompanied me to my door to make sure I got inside safely. He didn’t try to come in with me or anything else that would lead me to believe he had something else in mind.
I couldn’t get into my room fast enough. Taking a shower wasn’t even a priority. The only thing I wanted to do was slip out of my dress and slide right into bed and that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t even bother hanging up my expensive dress. Instead, it was left lying in a crumpled heap next my bed as I surrounded myself with my blankets and laid my head down onto my pillows. I expected to lay there thinking about the attack all night but, much to my surprise, I was able to fall right asleep. It wasn’t a restful sleep, however. I tossed and turned with images of Kade forcing himself onto me. Every single sound in the house seemed to wake me. Each small creak or groan of the house appeared to be amplified, making me sure there was an intruder in the house. Eventually, the dreams stopped and I was able to drift off into a regular sleep.
Around four in the morning, I woke up to the sound of my sister opening my door and creeping into my room to check on me. She was still in her dress from the gala, which surprised me. I was under the assumption that she had been home sleeping off the alcohol the entire time I’d been there.
“Are you just now getting home?” I asked, sitting up in my bed to greet her.
“Yeah, it’s been a long, strange night,” she replied with a wink.
“Did you go home with that guy from the gala?”
“Oh hell no. He was just someone to have a little fun with for the evening.”
“Well, where the hell have you been? I thought you’ve been home this whole time?”
“Where have I been? That’s not really important. The real question is: how did you get home? I ran into Liam not long before I got home. He said he had been out looking for me.”
“Yeah, he thought you were going to do something stupid with that creep from the party so I sent him to make sure you were okay. Unfortunately, a lot of crap happened before he made it back. Christian Wilde brought me home in his limo.”
“Christian Wilde? Do you mean THE Christian Wilde? The notorious playboy Christian Wilde? What in the world did you have to do for him to give you a ride home in his limo?”
“It’s not even like that. I didn’t have to do anything.”
“Bullshit. Guys like Christian Wilde don’t just give girls a ride home with nothing to show for it. Come on, spill it, sister.”
“I’m serious. I mean, he did hit on me at the party after Liam left but I shut him down pretty quick and left. He ended up coming to my rescue a little later, though.”
“Your rescue? What happened tonight, Sarabelle?”
“It’s really hard to talk about and I don’t want you telling anyone, okay? You have to promise.”
Lexi nodded in agreement as she impatiently waited for me to spill my guts.
“Okay, after I turned down Christian’s advances, I decided to go into the garden behind the building the gala was in. You know how I love flowers. Anyway, there is this maze thing back there made with huge bushes. I went in to check it out and got lost inside. I know that sounds crazy but I was honestly lost. I ended up running into Kade Nichols and a woman in there making out. Well, the woman is married so she ended up running out as soon as she saw me. Kade was pissed that she took off and he felt that I should take her place since I was the reason she ran away. He started kissing me and, even though I kept trying to push him away, he was way too strong. He overpowered me and was determined to have his way with me. I tried screaming but he put his hand over my mouth and told me that nobody was going to come for me. Thank God Christian showed up from out of nowhere. He pulled Kade off of me and beat the shit out of him. I mean, he literally beat the shit out of him. It was crazy. He knocked him out and one of Christian’s security guards had to come and carry Kade out of there. Christian helped me up, led me out of the maze, put me in his limo and brought me home.”
“And that was it? He didn’t come in with you? Try to get you to thank him for being your hero?”
“That’s the thing, he didn’t. He walked me to the door and that was it. It was like the total opposite of everything I’ve ever heard about the man. Aside from his lame pickup lines at the gala, he was a perfect gentleman to me. I’m sure it had something to do with what I went through, but still. It was a surprise to me.”
“I’ll say. I’ve known about Christian Wilde for a long time and this is the first time I’ve ever heard something good like this about him. Anyway, enough about him. How are you? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I mean, I guess I am. Honestly, I’m pretty freaked out. If he hadn’t shown up, I really think Kade was going to rape me. He had a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen anyone have before. He looked like a monster. I was so scared.”
Lexi wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in close to her. I started crying as she rocked me in her arms, playing with my hair in an attempt to get me to feel better. I always loved seeing this side of my sister. It was a small glimpse of the person she used to be and it gave me hope that we could once again become best friends like we once were.
She let me cry and cry until I didn’t have any more tears to give. Once I was done, Lexi grabbed some tissues from my nightstand and handed them to me, allowing me to wipe my eyes.
“You know, Lexi, I thought Christian Wilde was nothing but a lowlife pig but after the way he treated me tonight, I kind of feel something for him even though I know I shouldn’t. Please tell me I’m crazy.”
“You’re not crazy. Tonight, he was as close as you’re ever going to get to having a real life knight in shining armor coming to your rescue. Does that make him less of a pig? I don’t know. That’s a question that only you can answer. It does seem like you may have gotten to see a side of the man that very few people get to see. That has to mean something, right?”
“I guess so. Anyway, enough about me. I want to hear about your night. What in the heck happened to you after you left the gala? I tried calling you a couple times but could never get through.”
“Yeah, I ended up getting a little caught up as well. You aren’t the only one who ended up catching some feelings for someone tonight. There’s a guy that I’ve got a thing for as well.”
“The dude who was all over you tonight? He seemed like a creeper to me.”
“No, not him. He got ditched pretty quickly after I left the gala.”
“Who is it then?” I begged, dying to know who it could be.
“That’s not important, at least not right now. I don’t know if anything is going to come of it and I don’t want to look like a fool if it doesn’t. If it ends up working out, you’ll be the first one I tell.”
Lexi gave me a kiss on the forehead, proving once again that she was capable of being a caring, loving sister when she wanted to be. It also convinced me that she had two very distinct personalities. She sat on my bed with me for another minute or two before leaving to go to her room. I stared at the ceiling for a little while thinking about everything that had happened that evening, both good and bad. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep, passing out soundly until the late the next morning.
Six weeks. That’s how long it’s been since the night of the gala. I haven’t heard a single word from Sarabelle or anyone else involved in the events of that evening. I’m not sure what I was expecting. I did everything the way I was supposed to. I played the good guy card exactly the way it needed to be played. I would have thought I would have heard from the girl since then. I don’t know what she was waiting for. Maybe I had come on too strong when I introduced myself to her. Even if that was the case, I figured I had proved something to her by not trying to make a move on her after I saved her from the attack. Perhaps I was overthinking things.
I knew where she lived. It would be easy to stroll up to her house and ring her doorbell. We also know plenty of the same people. If I wanted to, I could make a couple phone calls and have her number within an hour. I had my ways of being able to contact her easily but I wasn’t going to do that. I wasn’t going to make an effort to contact Sarabelle. I knew that when the time was right, she would come to me. She wasn’t the kind of girl that you could pressure to do what you wanted. I would have to be patient if I wanted to get her into my bed. Much more patient than I would have been willing to be with anyone before her.
Not the type of guy who would ever sit around pining for a woman who I may or may not ever see again, I went back to living my life the only way I knew how. I worked hard during the day and played even harder at night. My evenings were filled with parties in exclusive VIP rooms, where I talked with envious men and danced with beautiful women, several of which ended up spending the night with me. Something was different, though. Before setting my sites on Sarabelle, taking these women home would leave me feeling like a stud but I wasn’t feeling it any longer. These conquests that used to leave me feeling so full of life were now leaving me feeling hollow and empty. I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that I didn’t like it.
As the holidays approached, I set out to do some Christmas shopping for my mother and sisters. When it came to gifts for them, I never had any clue as to what I should buy them. Normally, I would have my assistant pick something up for them but I wanted this year’s gift to have a more personal touch. Not wanting to deal with all the people in a busy mall, I decided to shop at Pamela Robbins, a beautiful little boutique store in the Scarsdale shopping district.
I walked into the store with no idea as to what I was even looking for. I didn’t know what my mother or sisters liked or have any clue what they may have needed. I decided the best thing to do would be to walk around the store and watch to see what others were buying for the women in their lives. If there was something that seemed to be more popular than others, I’d pick it up for them. I was only strolling around the store for about ten minutes when I looked up and saw Sarabelle and her sister standing right in front of me. They were shopping and didn’t notice me so I decided to make my presence known.
“Good afternoon, ladies,” I said in a voice that was much more booming than I had intended it to be. Both girls looked up at the same time, Sarabelle looking as though she had seen a ghost and her sister smiling once she saw me, giving away that Sarabelle must have said something to her about me.
“Hey, I’m Lexi,” the twin said to me. “And I’m pretty sure you already know my sister, Sarabelle.”
Sarabelle started to blush as she looked down at the jewelry in the display case.
“Yes, the two of us have met. So what brings the two of you out here today?”
“We’re just looking around,” Lexi told me. “Trying to kill some time. What about you? Doing some Christmas shopping for a special lady?”
“Yes, several special women actually. I’m shopping for some gifts for my mother and sisters. The problem is, I don’t have any idea what I should be looking for.”
At that point, Lexi looked at me and shot me a wink. “That's a shame,” she said. “I need to run to the restroom real quick but Sarabelle is excellent at picking out presents. I’m sure she can help you choose something they’ll love!”
Sarabelle looked at her as though she was begging Lexi not to leave her but didn’t want to actually say the words out loud. Her sister just smiled and walked away, leaving Sarabelle alone and looking nervous.
“So here we are again,” I said to her in an attempt to break the ice a little bit.
“Here we are,” she replied. It was apparent that she didn’t have much to say to me. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“At least this is under much better circumstances than the first time we met.” I joked.
“Which circumstances were those?” she asked. “When you came onto me with one of the worst pickup lines in history or when you helped me in the garden?”
“I was referring to the garden but, wait, the worst pickup line in history? Do you really think it’s that bad?”
“You can tell me what you’d like for breakfast? Really?”
“Okay, so maybe you didn’t like it but I always go for what works.”
“That really works? Women really fall for that?”
“Well, you didn’t so I guess the smart ones must not go for it but yeah, it definitely works.”
Sarabelle rolled her eyes and went back to looking at the items in the display case.
“So, was your sister right? Are you really good when it comes to picking out Christmas gifts for people?” I asked her.
“That depends. I’ve always been able to pick out fantastic presents for my friends and loved ones. Of course, I know them all very well. I don’t know a thing about your mother or sisters so the results may not be as good. Why don’t you tell me about what they like so I can help you narrow things down a bit.”
“That’s a good question. I’m not really sure what they need or what they would want. I want to get them something that they’ll actually use on a daily basis rather than something that’s going to get shoved into a closet or put on a shelf never to be seen again. I love my mother and sisters to death and really want to be able to give them something thoughtful and useful this year.”
“Hmmm, that doesn’t really make things easier. Can you tell me about what types of things they like to do? Is there anything they do on a daily basis?”
“Let me think. Oh, I can tell you that my sisters love going into the city. They don’t go every day but they go as often as they can. They hate driving through the city so they take the bus or subway. That keeps them outside quite a bit during these freezing winter months. They are always buying beautiful coats so they don’t need anything like that.”
“What about a nice pair of gloves and a scarf? Are those some things they might need?”
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of them wearing gloves or a scarf.”
Sarabelle nodded and led me away from the jewelry counter and over to the area that held the winter clothing. Never in my life would I have thought about buying them gloves or scarves but they made sense. They would be practical gifts that would get plenty of use. It would also show that I had been paying attention to them all these years. Sarabelle pulled out a few different pairs of gloves but none of them really fit my sisters styles. I thought she would become frustrated but she was very patient and kept looking. She must have gone through thirty pairs before coming across a pair of black Diane von Furstenberg gloves that were perfect for my oldest sister. After a little more searching, she also found a purple pair of the same style for my youngest. I realized that she and Sarabelle were about the same size.
“Would you mind trying on the purple glove so I can get an idea of what it might look like on my sister?”
“Sure,” she replied as she took one of the gloves and slid it onto her hand before doing the same with the other glove. I have to admit, the gloves were stylish and looked like something that both of my sisters would wear. I’d still have to find something for my mother but this was an excellent start. “So what do you think?” she asked.
“I think my sister will love them,” I said as I took her hand, still inside the glove, and brought it up to my mouth, kissing it lightly. Sarabelle blushed and looked away from me in embarrassment. “I want you to know that I appreciate your help today. I’d love to thank you by taking you out to dinner tonight. What do you say?”
Talk about putting me on the spot. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. He seemed like he was being sincere. Maybe he really did want to take me to dinner for no other reason than to thank me for helping him out. My heart wanted to believe that but my brain was telling me to get real. This was the same man who had tried using his sleazy tricks to get me into his bed just a few weeks ago. He is notorious for being a player and saying whatever he has to say to get what he wants. I know that I shouldn’t fall for the tricks of a playboy but I couldn’t help it. Looking into his eyes, I could see no hint of deception whatsoever.
“Fine, you can take me to dinner tonight. Just don’t go throwing any of those cheesy pickup lines around this evening, okay?”
“You have my word,” he promised.
We continued looking around the store, picking out a few more items for his sisters before looking at some jewelry pieces for his mother. I loved the way he spoke about his family. He didn’t have a bad word to say about any of them. I could tell that he loved them very much and they were very close and tight-knit. It was exactly the way my family used to be. I longed to be a part of that type of dynamic again. One day, it would happen, I just didn’t know when.
My sister had to have been watching our every move because she managed to stay away until the very last moments of our shopping, only popping up as Christian was about to check out the items he was purchasing.
“Oh, there you two lovebirds are. Looks like the shopping went well then?” she asked sarcastically.
“It was fine,” Christian responded. “Your sister has a knack for knowing what other people will like, even if she doesn’t know them personally. She could probably make some kind of business out of that type of skill.”
“I told you she knew what she was doing. My sister might not be good at much but she can shop for other people like it’s nobody’s business.”
“I agree but I have to get going now. I’ll see you tonight, Sarabelle. Will 7:00 be good for you?”
“7:00 will be fine,” I replied as my sister turned to me, her eyes full of questions. “I’ll explain later,” I whispered into her ear to prevent her from asking any more questions.
As we drove home, Lexi would not shut up about the fact that Christian Wilde said he would see me at 7:00 and kept asking what that meant exactly.
“Lexi, it’s really nothing,” I protested. “I helped him find some presents for his mom and sisters and he’s grateful for it. He wants to take me to dinner as his way of thanking me for my help.”
“Yeah right! Guys like Christian don’t just take you to dinner to thank you for your help. Guys like him take you to dinner as the appetizer before taking you back to his place to use you as the main course.”
“I assure you that’s not the case here. He knows that nothing is going to happen. I made that perfectly clear inside the store. This is a dinner and nothing more. I’d appreciate it if you’d stop trying to make something out of nothing.”
“Fine, I’ll shut up. I still say you’re wrong but whatever.”
Back at home, I paced in my room debating what I was going to wear. I didn’t think the evening would count as a date so I didn’t want to get too dressed up. At the same time, I couldn’t imagine him taking any girl someplace that wasn’t entirely upscale, which would require me to dress as nice as possible. I didn’t want to but I yelled for Lexi to come in and help me.
“I have no idea what to wear. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea, you know?”
“Well, where is he taking you Sarabelle?”
“I have no idea. He just said dinner. I know he’s going to try to impress me by taking me somewhere super nice. I don’t know what to do.”
“Let me ask you a question Sarabelle. What would be so bad about giving him the wrong idea?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what if this guy actually likes you? What would be so bad about him being the one you finally decide to give yourself to? You know you can’t play the sweet, innocent girl forever.”
“But I am innocent. There’s a reason I’ve never had sex. I’ve always said I wanted to wait for someone special to come along and I’m not going to just spread my legs for the first guy that tries to charm them open.”
“I get that, but I could think of a lot of guys who would be a worst choice for your first time that Christian.”
“Maybe so but it wouldn’t be special. I want it to mean something. If I had sex with him, what would I be? I’d just be another number in his list of conquests. I’d be nothing more than another notch to add to his bedpost. That sounds really sweet and romantic, doesn’t it?”
“Sounds like a pretty good time to me.”
I rolled my eyes and kept looking through my closet for something to wear.
“It’s pretty obvious that he just wants to sleep with different girls every night. I want my first time to be with someone I marry and can start a family with. It wouldn’t work.”
“That’s fair. I don’t want to pressure you into having any kind of fun or anything. Even if you aren’t going to sleep with the man, wouldn’t it at least be fun to drive him a little crazy?”
“What do you mean? How am I supposed to drive him crazy?”
“Let’s be honest. You don’t have anything in this closet that you’re going to be able to wear in any restaurant that he is going to take you to. Why don’t we go into my room and find something for you to put on.”
“Um, no offense, but I’ve seen your clothes. I don’t want to advertise that I’m open for business, especially when I’m not.”
“Are you trying to say my clothes would make you look like a slut?”
“A little bit, yeah.”
“Okay, I was just making sure. Anyway, what’s the problem with flashing a little skin at the man? You don’t have to do anything with him. It’s like having an appetizer before dinner because you’re so hungry but by the time all is said and done, you’re much too full when the dessert tray comes around.”
“You literally have an analogy for everything, don’t you?”
“It’s one of my quirks. Come on, let’s find you something to wear.”
In Lexi’s room, I sat down in a chair in the corner of her room while she walked into her closet and started throwing dresses onto the bed. As I watched what she was picking out, I couldn’t help but think she wanted me to dress like I was about to walk the streets looking for a sugar daddy. Each dress that flew out showed more skin than the last. At one point, the amount of fabric on the clothes was becoming so little that I feared she might decide to wrap a ribbon around my breasts and send me on my way.
“Lexi, I don’t think I can wear any of these dresses you’re throwing out here. They aren’t really my style.”
“Don’t be stupid Sarabelle,” she yelled at me from the closet. “Obviously, none of those dresses are going to work with your prude ass. I’m getting them all out of my way so I can find that little red dress I bought last year.”
I knew the red dress she was talking about and realized she knew me a little better than I thought she did. Yes, the red dress is not something that I would have ever bought to wear myself, but out of all the clothes she had in her closet, it was the one that most matched my style. When she finally found it, she pulled it out, brought it over and held it up against me.
The dress was much shorter than any dress I ever wore. I didn’t like to show my legs off even though everyone always tell me that they are one of my best features. It was also very low cut, showing off a lot of cleavage, which I wasn’t particularly comfortable with.
“This is going to look damn good on you,” Lexi boasted. “Christian is going to have a hell of a time trying to keep his hands off of you in this thing.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. What if he spends most of his night wanting to find out what it looks like crumpled up on his bedroom floor?”
“Maybe you should show him. If you decide not to, you can always tell him that the dress is mine.”
“Okay? Why would I want to do that?”
“Because I wouldn’t have any problem with him taking it off of me.”
“Lexi Williams! You stop it right now!”
“Oh, did I strike a nerve? I think you like this guy a little more than you’d like to admit. It’s okay, you know. It’s not that big a deal to give it up. You have been kind of uptight lately. Maybe it’s time for you to have a mind blowing orgasm and see what the fuss is all about. I hear that Christian knows what he’s doing in the bedroom.”
“If I ever decide to find out, it will be on my terms,” I said blushing, wondering if maybe my sister was right. I wasn’t a little girl anymore. Maybe it was dumb to be hanging onto the fantasy of the perfect man sweeping me off my feet.
I decided I had nothing to lose and was going to wear the dress. I grabbed it from my sister and went back to my room to start getting ready. I felt like I had an enormous ball in my stomach and thought I may actually get sick on a couple of occasions. My nerves were getting the best of me. I don’t even know what I was so afraid of. He was just a man taking me to dinner. It wasn’t like I was going out for a job interview or anything like that. I was being ridiculous and I knew it. There was a part of me that wouldn’t let the nerves go and that only served to make me even more anxious. It felt like something was happening and I didn’t have a clue as to what it is.
I looked at the clock and realized that I didn’t have a ton of time. I still had to shower and get dressed before doing my hair and makeup. I was going to have to hurry if I was going to be ready when he got there. Prioritizing my time, I took a quick shower and got dressed just as fast, leaving most of my time for my hair and face. I wasn’t even close to being done when I heard the doorbell ring. Looking at my watch, it was only 6:30. Was he really here so early?
“I’ll get it,” yelled Lexi as she started running down the stairs towards the foyer where the front door was. After a minute or so, she yelled up to me that Christian had arrived.
“I’m still getting ready. I’ll be right down,” I yelled, embarrassed that he was going to realize how much I went through to get ready for the evening. I wanted him to think that I was coming into the date casually. I wanted him to think that I didn’t care about being there one way or another. The fact that I had about a half-hour of getting ready to do was going to throw that facade straight out the window. I wondered if this was one of his ploys to see if he could get me to hurry up to appease him. I decided I was going to do the opposite. I was going to take my time and he was just going to have to wait.
Once I was completely ready, I looked at my watch again and it was approaching 7:15. I found it kind of funny that he had been downstairs waiting for me the entire time. I could almost guarantee that it took him out of his comfort zone as most women would probably never dream of making the great Christian Wilde wait for them. Hopefully, it would be a little bit of a wake-up call for him, making him realize I am not one of the typical girls that he usually goes out with.
After I was completely ready, I slipped on my shoes and looked at myself in the mirror. With so much leg exposed and my cleavage sticking out, I looked like an entirely different person. Much to my surprise, I didn’t hate it. I didn’t usually make an effort to try to make myself look sexy but apparently I was able to do quite a good job of it. I took a deep breath and decided I was ready. Walking slowly, I descended the steps looking absolutely stunning.
As Sarabelle came walking down the stairs, I had a hard time believing that what I was seeing was real. Was this the same girl that I had saw for the first time at that silent auction? Was this the same sweet, innocent looking girl that I first spoke to the night of the gala? If her sister hadn't been standing next to me, I would have sworn that Sarabelle had decided to back out of the date and convinced Lexi to be a stand-in. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was truly a sight to see. Never being able to pass on the opportunity to crack a joke, I opened my mouth against my better judgment.
“Wow Sarabelle, you look fabulous. As good as you look, I think I should have my driver just take us back to my place. We can skip dinner and move straight on to dessert.”
Lexi started laughing instantly but it only took a few seconds of studying Sarabelle’s face to realize I shouldn’t have said anything. Regardless of the fact that I was just kidding, the smile she had been wearing on her face had suddenly turned into a scowl. The comment had apparently left her feeling uncomfortable.
“You know what, I’m not sure if I’m feeling up to this after all. Maybe going out with you tonight isn’t the best idea,” she said, desperately searching for a way out. I would have to think quick if I was going to be able to salvage the evening.
“Oh no, you’re not getting out of our date that easily. What if I promise to be good? Will you go out with me then? I promise I will be on my best behavior.”
Sarabelle looked down at the floor and started to giggle. When she looked back up at me, her face had turned a deep shade of crimson. I’m not sure what I said that was so funny to her but whatever it was had been enough to make her blush. I considered that a success, especially when she continued down the stairs and walked to my side.
“You kids be good and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Lexi said as we started to walk out the door.
“Lexi, I don’t think there is anything you wouldn’t do,” Sarabelle replied.
“Whatever, Sarabelle. Don’t be jealous of me just because I’m not a prude. You guys have fun. I won’t wait up.”
Sarabelle rolled her eyes and walked out the door, closing it behind her. Much to my surprise, she accepted my invitation to take my arm, interlocking hers with mine, allowing me to lead her to the car. The limo driver was standing at the rear of the car, waiting to open the door for us. As we walked, I gave a subtle motion with my head for the driver to get back into the car, which would allow me to play the role of the gentleman who would open the door for the lady.
I held the door open and winked at Sarabelle as she entered the limousine. She looked uncomfortable as she slid in, continuously fighting with her dress to make sure it didn’t expose any more skin than she intended to show. Once she was situated, I got in and sat directly across from her. I wanted to slide into the seat beside her and let my hands explore every inch of skin that her dress wasn’t covering before making my way to the rest of it but I knew I had to bide my time. To make sure I was on my best behavior and kept my wandering hands to myself, I figured it was best if I sat opposte of her. If I played my cards right, I was sure it would happen.
“So where are you taking me?” she asked as I poured her a glass of champagne.
“Nowhere special,” I lied. “Just this little French place that I know in Tarrytown.”
The part about going to a French restaurant in Tarrytown was true. The nowhere special comment, on the other hand, was not so accurate. I was good friends with the head chef of the restaurant and had called ahead to make sure the evening would go smoothly. I don’t know what had gotten into me. I’d never felt pressure to impress anyone I’d taken out before but Sarabelle was different. I wanted to show her a different side of me. The problem was, I wasn’t sure whether or not that different side actually existed.
The ride into Tarrytown was only about 20 minutes long but most of the trip was made in near silence. I made attempts at small talk and got a few answers here and there but I could tell she was uneasy so I backed off a little bit. I hoped there would be plenty of time for conversation during dinner and maybe even after it.
As we walked into the Equus restaurant, we were immediately greeted by Victor Bailey, the Maitre D’.
“Mr. Wilde, it’s very good to see you. We’ve been expecting you and have your table set up for you in the back. You’ll be dining at the chef’s table this evening. Please follow me.”
“Nowhere special, huh?” Sarabelle asked as we followed Victor towards the back of the restaurant and into the kitchen where a special table had been set up. I shrugged my shoulders at her, acting as though I had no idea what was happening.
The kitchen had the best seat in the house. You’d never know how crazy and hectic a kitchen is until you’ve been inside one to see it with your own eyes. Sarabelle looked like she was in awe as everyone was running around, yelling times to one another and coordinating every move to ensure that tables were served at the exact same time. Sarabelle couldn’t believe how many different people it took to make the kitchen run smoothly. When most people order their food, they only think of a single cook preparing their meal. In reality, there is not only the head chef but also a saute cook, fish chef, roast chef, grill chef, fry chef and vegetable chef.
We’d only been seated for about five minutes when Lawrence King, the head chef of the restaurant, came over to greet us. I stood up as I saw him coming.
“Christian, it’s been a long time! It’s so good to see you,” he said as he shook my hand. “We are going to take such good care of you and your lovely date tonight. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Sit tight for just a second and we’ll get some wine over here for you. The food won’t be far behind.”
“Thanks, Larry,” I said. “This is her first time here and I want to impress her with your finest dish.”
“I only deal in perfection, you know this!”
I sat back down just in time for Sarabelle to lean over towards me.
“What are they bringing us to eat? We haven’t even seen a menu?”
“We don’t need a menu. I already ordered our food when I called ahead and spoke to Larry.”
She seemed concerned because I didn’t know much about her, much less what she liked to eat. Little did she know that I had done my research. Not only had I spoken in-depth with her sister but I had also searched through her Instagram account, where she loved to post photos of the food she prepared. I found it a little shocking that my prude Sarabelle hashtagged everything as FoodPorn.
Sarabelle was quite a bit more health conscious than I was so I went a little healthier on her options. For appetizers, I started her off with warm winter vegetables tossed in sweet and sour Arbequina oil, toasted hazelnuts and mustard frills while I had butter poached Maine lobster with kumquats, Roman style polenta and a side of vanilla brown better. Her main course consisted of striped bass with cannellini beans, chorizo, Meyer lemon confit and Nicoise olives and I had dry aged sirloin with crispy onion rings, Tuscan kale, baby turnips and beurre rouge. There was no real way to go healthy with dessert so I had the chef bring something for us to share. We ended up with chocolate hazelnut dolly cake with Manjari chocolate mousse, marzipan, candied hazelnuts, and meringue.
Throughout the meal, Sarabelle seemed impressed by the fact that she enjoyed everything the chef brought out for her. I never told her that I’d looked into what she liked but I didn’t have to. I could tell she figured it out for herself. As we ate, she became more relaxed and the conversation came easier. That may have been because of my charm but if I had to guess, it was more likely the wine that managed to loosen her up. In the end, we both ended up having a fantastic time at dinner. The date went much better than I expected it to and I could tell that she felt the same way.
“I’m having a lot of fun with you Sarabelle,” I said as she finished off the last of the wine in the bottle. “It’s a shame that dinner is almost over. I don’t want this night to end.”
“This has definitely been a surprise,” she replied. “I expected tonight to be a disaster. Instead, this has been one of the best dates I’ve ever been on.”
“It doesn’t have to end, you know. I’ve got some great wine in my cellar. We could move this party to my place.”
“Christian,” Sarabelle sighed. “Please don’t ruin this by turning into a swine at the end of the night. I know your story and I know what happens when you take girls back to your place.”
“I know that I have a reputation with the ladies and most of what you heard was probably true but don’t get the wrong impression of what I’m asking you. I’m not going into this with any expectations. I’m just having a good time and now that I’ve been able to bring you out of your shell a little bit, I’d like to continue getting to know you. Come back to my place with me. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you can leave and I won’t try to stop you.”
“I have a feeling I might end up regretting this. Fine, we can go back to your place but don’t put your hands in places where they don’t belong!”
“You have my word. I’ll be a complete gentleman until you give me the signal not to,” I replied with a wink.
“Don’t push your luck Mister Wilde,” she said with a laugh.
It was kind of strange bringing someone like Sarabelle back to my house. When I’m just trying to get a piece of ass, the types of women I target aren’t typically the most wealthy ones I can find. That’s not to say that they are broke, homeless hags but they simply aren’t as well off as the girl I was currently hosting. When it came to things that would usually make one of my other girls swoon, Sarabelle wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Neither my money nor any of the other things I owned would impress her much. She didn’t care about my collection of sports cars or fine art. She had enough money that she could have bought any of those items for herself.
Instead of trying to impress her with my wealth, I had to rely on just being myself, which scared the shit out of me quite frankly. I’d been a womanizer and a player for so long, I wasn’t sure that I knew how to be a genuine person. I wasn’t sure what to say when the immediate endgame wasn’t to get the girl into my bed. That’s not to say I didn’t want her here, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t going to happen tonight. As we walked around the grounds of my property, I suddenly found that I was the tense one. My heart rate was the one increasing for a change. Usually, a man who always has plenty to say, I suddenly found myself at a loss for words and decided the best course of action would be to allow Sarabelle to take the lead in the conversation. Fortunately for me, it didn’t take her long to start asking me questions.
“When I ran into you in the store, you were buying some Christmas gifts for you sisters and mom. It seems like you are really close to them.”
“I really am. When I was growing up, my mom took care of my sisters and me all on her own. She didn’t have any help from anyone and no matter how much she needed it, she refused to accept any assistance that was offered. There were nights that she went without food so that us kids would have something to eat. There were times when she would go without necessities so that us kids would have things we needed for school. My sisters and I helped whenever we could. She worked two jobs to make sure we were taken care of so we stepped in to make sure the chores were done around the house. We would have cooked meals so she wouldn’t have to do that but she would never let us. She was so paranoid about us using the oven. She swore that we would burn the house down or something.”
“That’s really sweet. It’s pretty surprising actually.”
“It is? What’s so surprising about it?”
“Well, if everything I’ve heard about you is true, I’m surprised to learn that you’re close to any woman, let alone multiple women.”
“Why? Because I enjoy the company of women? I don’t see what that has to do with my family in any way,” I said, getting annoyed at what she was insinuating.
“Never mind, I didn’t mean anything by it. So how come your mom had to raise you by yourself? What happened to your dad? Did he pass away when you were young?”
“No, unfortunately, he’s still alive and well. He’s a piece of shit that took off on my mom when she refused to stop taking care of him. She worked so hard to provide for us and he wouldn’t get off his ass and help her at all. The only time he felt like he had to work was when she started threatening to kick him to the curb. Even then, he would only get a job long enough to get her off his back. One of his favorite things to do was to go to landscaping companies at the beginning of fall. He knew that the work wouldn’t last long and by the time winter would come along, they’d have nothing for him to do. He’d have a built in excuse for why he wasn’t working.”
“It’s worst than that. On the rare occasions when he would work, he wouldn’t give my mom his check to pay bills. He would give her some but keep most of it for himself. Every night, he would bring home a case of beer and drink it all in one go. If my mom complained, he would say something stupid. His favorite line was that he worked hard and he deserved to be able to kick back with some beer at the end of the day. My mom got sick of it and one day, he was just gone.”
“I’m really sorry I brought it up. It must have been hard for you.”
“I don’t care that he left. I actually preferred that he wasn’t there. It was just hard to see my mom struggle all the time.”
“I bet it was. I can’t imagine seeing someone you love having to go through that. Was that the last time you saw your dad?”
“Hell no, and I don’t call him dad. He’s just Jessie as far as I’m concerned. He stayed far away during the rest of my childhood but you can be damn sure he popped his head up as soon as I started to become known around New York. As soon as he found out that I had built my investment company into a multi-billion dollar empire all by myself, he wanted to come back into my life. He wanted to apologize and start fresh. I called my sisters to see what they were going to do only to find out they hadn’t heard a word from him. He was just trying to get close to me for my money. I was smart enough to see right through him. I told him to fuck off and that was the last I heard from him. Now, I use my money to take care of my mom and sisters. My mom doesn’t like handouts but that doesn’t stop me. She sacrificed so much for us when we were kids and I don’t want her to ever have to worry about anything ever again.”
“That’s really sweet of you. You know, if anyone had told me that you had a soft side, I would have thought they were lying. It’s nice to see.”
“There’s a lot about me that would probably surprise you,” I admitted, even though I had no intentions on sharing anymore of my personal life with her; at least not yet. I’m not sure how she even got me to talk about my childhood in the first place.
“Listen, do you want to move this conversation inside? I’m freezing.”
“Sure thing. Besides, I promised you some great wine and I’m gonna keep that promise.”
We made our way inside, continuing our conversation as we went. I grabbed a bottle of 2008 Haut Brion, which is one of my favorite wines. It’s a combination of Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, and Cabernet Franc. It’s sweet with a long finish. At about a grand a bottle, I would never dream of wasting it on a girl that I would typically bring back to my place; that’s what the hard, cheap liquor is for—one-night stands. After pouring us each a glass, we moved our conversation to the living room.
While we sat on the couch talking about our pasts and I listened to what she wanted for the future, I realized how much I was enjoying the conversation. I never sit and talk to any of the women I bring home. Why would I? They’re there for sex and nothing but sex. I could give a shit less what any of them had to say. This was different. This was nice. Sarabelle was mid-sentence when she stopped talking and looked like her eyes were going to bug out of her head.
I swung my head around to see what had caught her eye. She was watching as a woman walked out of my bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of my dress shirts.
“Christian,” she whined. “I didn’t think you were ever coming back. I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
“I’m not even sure what you’re doing here. You’ve apparently been drinking. Why don’t you go to bed and we’ll talk in the morning.”
I turned my attention back to Sarabelle to try to explain what she had just witnessed but I was too late. She was already running out the door, moving as fast as she could to get away from me.
I can’t believe how stupid I am. I never should have let him talk me into going on a date with him. My instincts were screaming no at me and I ignored them. That’s the kind of person I am. I’m always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, regardless of how many bad things I’ve heard about them. It’s always been my biggest weakness and always seems to get me hurt. If anyone ever wonders why I choose to remain single, it’s because I seem to have no common sense when it comes to judging the character of others.
The sad thing about what had just happened was that I really wanted to believe everything he was telling me. Every word that came out of his mouth was so convincing that I thought there was no way he could making any of it up. He literally had me hanging on to his every word, thinking that I was getting a rare glimpse of a side of Christian Wilde that he never allows anyone to see. Instead, all I was doing was falling for the tricks of a playboy. I wondered how many other women he had tried this exact same method on. When his original pickup line failed to work on me, all he did was move to plan B. I should have known better.
As all of these thoughts entered my mind, I started to cry and that made me even angrier. This guy is nothing but a creep and here I am crying over him, balling my eyes out. I was crying so hard that I was having trouble seeing where I was going. I wiped the tears out of my eyes as fast as I could but I never stopped moving. I felt like I couldn’t get away from Christian or his house quickly enough. The problem was that I had no clue where I was and since we had used his limo for the evening, I had no way to get back home. I planned on calling my sister or Liam to come get me but I wanted to be far enough away that Christian wouldn’t know where I was if he came looking for me.
While his attention was on the half-naked woman who emerged from what I could only assume was his bedroom, I decided to make my escape. I wasn’t going to put up with someone who would disrespect me so much that he would still have one of his sluts at his home when he brought me over. I don’t know if he was hoping for a threesome or what but he should have known better. I moved quietly through his kitchen and den and was probably out his front door before he even knew I was gone. I ran down so many stairs and wished I wasn’t wearing heels. When I finally got to the bottom of the steps, I looked around and made my way towards the massive gate that the car had to drive through to enter the property. The gate was closed but fortunately, there was a way out just to the side.
Outside the gate, I had no idea where I should be going. There weren’t any houses around and he lived far from any type of businesses. His entire estate was surrounded by park-like areas. They may have actually still been a part of his property but I had no way to know for sure. Still crying, I made my way into the park that was straight ahead of me. On an average night, I would have thought that it was beautiful with the way the moonlight shone through the trees. Rather than taking in the sights, I suddenly realized that I had left my coat in his house and was freezing. I can’t believe I forgot it but was glad I had enough sense to grab my purse on the way out.
When I thought I was far enough away from his house, I found a bench and sat down. It was so cold that I could see my breath in front of me every time I exhaled. I wrapped my arms around myself as I shivered to try to retain as much of my body heat as I could. The fact that I was so cold pissed me off. My sister convinced me to dress in the tiny dress and I was paying the price for it. Shaking, I opened my purse and started searching through it to find my cell phone so I could call for a ride home. I let out an audible scream when I looked up and Christian seemed to appear out of nowhere. As I jumped, my phone went flying into the air, saved from destruction when he reached out and grabbed it before it could hit the ground.
“Christian, just leave me alone. I don’t have anything to say to you and I sure as hell don’t want to hear anything you have to say to me.”
“Please Sarabelle, just listen to me for a minute. It’s not what you think.”
“It’s not what I think? How did I know you were going to say that? Of course you would say that. What else could you possibly say to try to save some kind of face? Look, I realize I was an idiot for falling for your tricks but I’m done. There’s no way you’re going to be able to con your way into my pants no matter what you do so save whatever bullshit excuse you’re going to try to throw my way. Besides, it looked to me like there was a half-naked woman inside your house. I don’t think that could look like anything else. How are you going to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like?”
“Okay, so there was a half-naked woman in my house. I guess that part was exactly what it looked like.”
“See? What kind of stupid bimbo do you take me for? I can’t believe you would bring me to your house when you already have a woman there. What were you hoping to accomplish? What kind of sick, twisted fantasies were you expecting to play out?”
“Oh boy,” I ran my hand through my hair. “Calm down. You really need to listen to me for a minute. Yes, there was a half-naked woman in my house. The thing is, that half-naked woman is my sister and I had no clue she was going to be here. Had I known, I would never have brought you back here.”
“Your sister? So you’re telling me that was one of your sweet sisters that you’ve been going on and on about all night? Why would your sister be in your house dressed like that? She was wearing what looked like one of your shirts.”
“Yeah, well apparently she decided to get into my wine and my closet before I got home and helped herself a little too much. I’m not sure what to do with her.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she is only sixteen years old. I only got to hear a little bit of what was going on before I noticed you were gone. From what I could understand through her slurred speech, she got into a fight with my older sister over something stupid and decided to run away and come to my place. I’m not sure what I should do. I know my mom is going to be worried about her soon when she doesn’t come home but I also know my sister will be in a lot of trouble if my mom finds out she’s been drinking. Hell, I’ll be in a lot of trouble if she finds out my sister was drinking at my house. It won’t matter that I wasn’t home. I’ll get lectured about keeping my alcohol locked away so things like this don’t happen.”
Suddenly, I was feeling very self-conscious and completely embarrassed by the way I had just acted. Maybe I should have given him the chance to explain himself but I am pretty sure there isn’t a woman in the world who wouldn’t have come to the same conclusion I did if they were to see a woman dressed like that coming out of a guy’s bedroom. Even though I felt guilty for jumping to conclusions, I wanted to help him and help his sister.
“Why don’t you call your mom and let her know that your sister is here. Tell her about the fight they had, if she doesn’t already know, and leave out the part about her drinking. Tell her that she’s going to spend the night with you and will be home tomorrow after she calms down. That will give your sister the chance to sober up and give her some time to chill out. It will also prevent your mom from finding out that she was drinking your booze.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. When I get inside, I’ll tell my sister to keep quiet and I’ll give my mom a call. Maybe I’ll even talk to my older sister and find out exactly what happened. Hopefully, I can smooth things over a bit so they can hash things out tomorrow.”
I stood up off the bench and started walking over to Christian. Even though I had every right to feel the way I did, I was embarrassed about the way I had reacted and wanted to apologize.
“Listen, I’m really sorry for running off like that,” I began. “I’ve been hurt so many times in the past and you don’t exactly have the best reputation when it comes to women. I hope you can forgive me.”
“Forgive you? You don’t even have to apologize to me. I know exactly what it looked like and I can’t think of another woman in the world who wouldn’t have reacted the exact same way you did. There is nothing to forgive you for. How about you give me a hug and we’ll call it even?”
That sounded good as cold as I was. He opened his arms and I pressed my body against his. With his arms wrapped around me, I could feel his warmth, which was a welcome contrast to how cold I was. His embrace was sweet and had a comforting feel to it. He didn’t let go and I didn’t want him to. I was going to let him hold me for as long as he wanted. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I felt him kiss the top of my head. I don’t know what came over me but I raised my head towards his and leaned in for a kiss. Before I knew it, he was bending down to kiss my plump, willing lips. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling as we shared our first kiss but it was unexpected and not at all bad.What am I getting myself into?
The evening was turning out much differently than I had anticipated. What was initially turning out to be one of the best dates I’d ever been on had quickly deteriorated to one of the worst. The thing that sucked the most about it was the fact that it was by no doing of my own. Believe me, I’ve ruined plenty of dates on my own but none of them were any significant loss. Most of them consisted of me trying to get my dick wet and the girl deciding at the last minute not to go through with it. Those situations were easy to deal with. The girl just had to get the fuck out of my place and was replaced by a new woman within the hour. My night with Sarabelle had been different. This was the first date in a long time that I really wanted to work. Why I wanted it to work so bad was still a question in my own mind, but all I wanted was for things to go well with her. Originally, it would have been a major victory and stroke to my ego to get her into bed. Somewhere along the way, though, I started to feel a connection to her and that was some scary shit because there was only room in my heart for the three women already in my life. A woman capture Christian Wilde’s heart? Not in a million years, but something about Sarabelle enthralled me.
Feelings? What in the hell are those? I’ve never been one to catch feelings. On the rare occasion that I thought feelings may be starting to develop between me and someone else, I backed off quickly and brushed them to the side. There wasn’t time for feelings in my life. Whenever I met a woman, there were only three things for me to do: get in, get off, and get out. Did that piss off a lot of women? Yeah, it sure did. That wasn’t my problem. I was getting what I wanted and, at the time, what I wanted was the only thing that mattered.
Let’s be honest here. When it comes to women, I’ve always been a dick. The thing is, being a dick is nothing that I’ve ever been ashamed of. It’s just who I was and it was what almost everyone expected from me. Sarabelle was doing something to me. She was stirring up all these feelings inside of me that I had no clue existed. Suddenly, the thought of getting the good girl into my room and fucking her brains out was a complete afterthought. That’s not to say I still didn’t want to make that happen but there was more to it this time. This was the first time in as long as I can remember when I could honestly say I liked the girl I was pursuing. So much so that when we kissed, I got all of those warm and fuzzy feelings. I always thought those feelings were bullshit, but there I was, feeling every single one of them.
“I can’t believe I kissed Christian Wilde,” she whispered into my ear.
“I can’t believe I kissed Sarabelle Williams,” I replied.
I released her from my embrace and held her at arm’s length, staring into her eyes. She had a slight smile on her face but she was being cautious as well. I can’t say that I blamed her. I’d be wary of a guy like me too. Maybe she has found a side of me that no one knew existed, or maybe not. All I knew was that if I wanted to be with this girl, I was going to have to change my ways and change them quickly. As I stood in the middle of the park staring at her face, longing for another kiss from her, I noticed that she was shivering.
“You must be freezing,” I said. “Why don’t you come back my house with me and get out of the cold? I promise no more surprises are waiting for you up there.”
She thought about it for a minute before nodding in agreement. Even as cold as it was outside, I was still a bit surprised when she agreed to come back in with me. She had been through so much dumb shit with me that I doubted I’d ever see her inside my place again. The fact that she was coming back so quickly was a little bit of a shock to me. I figured she had already written me off.
I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arm around her the best I could as we started walking back to my house. The temperature had dropped significantly in the previous few hours and it was all I could to keep her warm.
The walk back to my house seemed to take forever. On an ordinary night where we would both have bundled up, it would have been easy to walk together and enjoy the winter sights and smells. I’ve always loved watching the skies turn gray before an intense winter storm or enjoying the scent of the cold air just before it snows. Maybe we would enjoy those things together at some point but that was not going to be the night. The only thing I wanted to do was get her back to my place and warm her up before she suffered from hypothermia.
Once we finally got back to my house, I had her sit down on the couch while I went into my room to grab the thickest, warmest, fuzziest blanket I could find. My sister was passed out face-down on my bed so she wouldn’t be bothering us anymore that evening. Once I found a warm, soft blanket, I went back into the living room and wrapped it tightly around her. Even with the blanket wrapped around her, she continued to shake so I tossed a few logs into the fireplace to start a fire. Even though I haven’t used the fireplace much, I’ve had the chimney cleaned every year and make sure to always have a half-cord of heavily seasoned wood stacked up and ready to use. Eventually, after several minutes of trying, I was able to get the fire started.
Even under the warm blanket in front of the fireplace, it looked like she was still freezing to death as she shivered relentlessly.
“Why don’t you bring your blanket and come down here on the floor. Sitting close to the fire should help warm you right up.”
I expected some resistance or, at the very least, a little hesitation. Instead, she wrapped the blanket around her tightly, got up off the couch and slid down onto the floor next to me. You could almost see her body thawing out as the orange flames flickered and popped. Slowly, I saw her body start to relax as she began to get more comfortable while the warmth took over her body.
As she sat in front of the fire, we looked into each other’s eyes but neither of us said a word. Typically, having someone staring at me without talking would make me uncomfortable but not with her. Eventually, she unwrapped the blanket from around her and leaned back onto her elbows. She turned her face toward the fire before leaning her head back, letting the warmth cover her cheeks.
I went into the kitchen to grab the wine I had poured for us earlier but all I found was two empty glasses. Apparently my sister had taken care of them for us. I poured us each a fresh glass and made my way back into the living room. As I handed Sarabelle her wine, she looked up at me and smiled. She looked stunning with her eyes sparkling and that cute little dimple showing up on her right cheek. I took a seat next to her on the floor and we talked about nothing in particular. We just hung out getting to know each other a little better.
While it felt like we had only been talking for minutes, the next time I looked at the clock, I realized that nearly two hours had passed. I was going to offer to take her home when she did something entirely unexpected. She leaned up, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
Holding her face, I kissed her back as our lips lingered on one anothers. My cock jerked and I wanted to grab a handful of her breasts or reach under her dress and slide her panties off but I didn’t. If she were any other girl, I would have but not with her. There was something special between us and I wasn’t about to ruin it by making a move much too early. I put those thoughts out of my mind the best I could and kissed her back even more passionately. She caught me off-guard when she leaned into my ear and started whispering to me.
“Christian, I want you. I want you right now.”
I know she can’t be serious. I don’t know if it was the wine talking or if she was beginning to develop feelings for me, but it caught me off guard. I wasn’t sure what to do. On one hand, I didn’t feel like she was truly ready to give herself to me. On the contrary, she is gorgeous and sexy. She’d be hard pressed to find a man who would say no to her once she announced that she wanted him. My conscious was getting the best of me. What was I supposed to do?
There was so much going on in my head. I was dealing with so many feelings that I’d never felt before. It would have been easy to get overwhelmed but somehow, that wasn’t happening to me. My mind was much clearer than it has ever been. I was in the moment but it wasn’t having any effect on me. I knew what I wanted and it was Christian. It didn’t matter that he was someone I never thought I would be with. The fact that I thought he was basically the scum of the earth just weeks prior no longer mattered because he was allowing me to see a side of himself that I’m pretty sure nobody has seen and if anyone had, it had been a while.
We continued to kiss for a very long time. With no sexual experience to speak of, kissing has always been what I’ve used to show affection. I was impressed by how good of a kisser Christian was. It made me want him that much more. Eventually, we had to come up for air so we broke away from each other and laid down on the floor. I rested my head on his shoulder and let out a happy sigh. He stretched his arm outward and cradled me.
“I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe we’re doing this together. I never dreamed in a million years that I’d be here with you.”
He kissed me on the top of my head and I could feel my heart melt. “I know what you mean. I can’t believe we’re laying here either. I just want you to know that I’m glad you’re here. I’ll be honest with you. When we first met, all I wanted to do was get you into bed and send you on your way. Something changed and I started developing feelings for you. Strong feelings. I’m glad things are working out this way. I feel like I need you in my life.”
“Really? How do I know you’re not feeding me more lines?”
“You don’t, but I’m not. I may have told many women lots of things to get them into my bed, but that’s not what I’m doing here. This is different. I don’t know how else to explain it but this is different.”
Those were exactly the words that I was hoping to hear. I leaned over to him and started to kiss all over his neck. I flicked his earlobe and started nibbling on it, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. Rising up to my knees, I made my way in front of him and straddled myself onto his lap. As I ran my hands along his shoulders and neck, I kissed him passionately, allowing my tongue to explore his mouth.
As we kissed, his hands began making their way across my body. Eventually, they found my breasts through my dress and he started to rub and squeeze them lightly as he returned my kiss. Since I was down on my knees, my dress was already slightly raised. He used his hands to push it the rest of the way up to my waist.
I moved my hands across his chest and down to his stomach before slipping them under his blue polo shirt. I loved the feeling of his muscles under my soft touch. Slowly, I pushed his shirt up, exposing the muscles I was just touching. He broke away from our kiss just long enough to pull his shirt up over his head and toss it to the other side of the room.
Craning my head to get a better view of his body, I leaned back for a second to allow the glow of the crackling fire to illuminate his defined abs. The sight of his body made me want him that much more.
“I want you to make love to me right here in front of the fire. Just take me. I want you,” I said and meant every single word.
A low, throaty growl escaped his lips as he began to push at the top of my dress, doing everything he could to get it over my head. I moved my hands down to help him, exposing my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra. There was no way to wear one and not have it hanging out of this tiny dress that belonged to my sister. Even though we were in front of the roaring fire, I was so turned on that my nipples were hard. Christian noticed them too so he leaned down and took my left nipple into his warm mouth. I gasped softly as he swirled his tongue all around it.
My nails traced his shoulders and all along the top of his back while his hands were busy moving away from my tits, making their way down my body and under my dress. Christian slipped his fingers into the sides of my panties, working them down. When he realized they weren’t coming off, he laid me down onto my back to finish sliding them off of me.
Christian fumbled slightly while he unbuttoned and unzipped his black dress slacks. With my dress still raised above my waist, he moved my legs apart and positioned himself between them. He could feel my wetness and sensed my sudden jumpiness.
“Christian, you need to know that I’ve never done this before. I’m a virgin. Just be easy, okay?”
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured me. “You’re in total control right now, and if you need me to stop or slow down, let me know. I don’t want to do anything that you wouldn’t enjoy.”
Never breaking eye contact with me, he gently slipped the head of his erect cock into my tight virgin hole. I gasped at the sharp feeling and dug my fingernails into his shoulders. The pain was sudden but wasn’t unbearable and soon the pain subsided. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grabbed on as he pushed himself completely inside of me. I moaned out his name as he started to push himself slowly in and out of my hole.
The more comfortable I became, the better it began to feel and the more I started to relax. Before long, I was really getting into it. I moved my legs up and wrapped them around his hips as he started fucking me faster and harder. Our mouths found each other as we locked into another deep, passionate kiss. I clung to Christian as our moans escaped from our kisses.
Gripping his shoulders tightly, I started to thrust my hips up towards his. A few moments later, I had the first orgasm of my life, and I could feel my pussy start to tighten and clamp down onto his thick, rigid dick, which moved Christian right over the edge. He began to growl as he emptied himself inside of me. I could feel his warm seed shooting out in spurts. I laid my head back and savored the moment.
When his facial expression relaxed and his muscles stopped flexing, he opened his eyes and looked at me; we grinned at each other simultaneously.
“I know this might sound crazy,” he said, “but I’ve been waiting for a day like this for a long time. I’ve been waiting for a woman to come along that would make me feel like this.”
I could feel myself blushing as he stroked my face. He leaned down to kiss me again. He remained inside of me until his erection faded and he slipped out of me. Only then did he roll off of me and laid down beside me. He rested on his back and pulled me close to him. I cuddled up against his body and rested my head on his chest. The whole experience had been incredible. This man, who has an entire reputation of being a chauvinistic pig turned out to be the perfect gentleman. He took his time and was careful with me. Everything he did felt gentle. I smiled and snuggled myself into him until we both fell asleep.
Sarabelle slept with her head on my chest for the entire night. When I woke up, I was sore and stiffer than I’d ever been. No doubt the result of sleeping in one position on the hard floor all night. When I looked down and saw her face, still sleeping and looking so content, I knew that a little stiffness in my body was more than worth the prize. Part of me wanted to get up so I could start a pot of coffee but a much larger part of me never wanted to get up again. If I could have held her in my arms forever, I would have done it in a heartbeat. I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, which made her begin to stir.
The beautiful angel that was lying in my arms looked up at me and smiled. She appeared to be happy with no regrets about allowing me to take her virginity. We had spent our first of, what would hopefully be, many nights together. Even as I was lying there, I still couldn’t believe it. She had witnessed the worst in me and was still willing to give me a shot when she had every reason not to. She looked past the way I treated her the first night we met. She looked past my perverted joke at her house. She looked past a lot because she saw something in me that even I didn’t know existed. I’m still not entirely sure what it is she sees in me but I can feel something inside of me changing. My way of thinking is changing. Before she woke up, I was worried that she would run out of the house after realizing that what we had done was nothing but a huge mistake. Seeing that smile on her face gave me relief. I was so happy to see that she didn’t regret being with me. It was at that moment that I sincerely believed that she would be the woman to turn my life around for the better and finally give it more meaning.
“Hi,” she whispered softly as she gently ran her fingernails up and down on my chest.
“Good morning,” I replied. “Did you sleep well?”
“I’m pretty sure that was the best sleep I’ve ever had in my life,” she said as she stretched.
“I’d have to agree with you there. Last night was incredible. You want some coffee?”
“I’d love some. You need some help?”
“Nope, I’ve got this.”
Even though I didn’t need her assistance, she still followed me into the kitchen to give me a hand. While I measured out the coffee grounds and put them into the filter, she fished out the milk, cream, and sugar. We had a seat at my kitchen table while we waited for the coffee to brew. I closed my eyes and inhaled the aroma of the fresh coffee scent in the air while Sarabelle sat staring at me.
“What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“Nothing,” she replied, looking down at the table.
“You had to be looking at something. What is is?”
“I was just looking at you.”
“I was able to gather that on my own. The question here is why were you looking at me?”
“I don’t know. I just can’t believe that we’re doing this.”
“Really? It’s just coffee,” I said, trying not to laugh.
“You know what I mean. I never thought I would be sitting in your kitchen the morning after spending the night with you. It’s like everything I thought I knew was wrong.”
“No, most of what you knew was probably right on the money. Sarabelle, I’ve never claimed to be this great guy. I’ve been an asshole. I’ve been a cut-throat businessman. I’ve taken many shortcuts to get ahead both in business and in life. As much as I’d love to sit here and tell you that I’m a terrific man, I would be lying to you. With that being said, last night was the first time I could see the potential to change that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you make want to become a better person. When I look at you, I don’t think about my own selfish needs like I normally would. When I look at you, the only thing I want to do is treat you right and make you happy.”
“Well, that’s a good thing, right?”
“It is and it isn’t at the same time.”
“I don’t understand,” she quizzed. “How can those types of feelings be anything but a good thing? Is it because you still want to whore around and bang as many women as you can? If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you, you know? I just won’t be around waiting while you do it.”
“No Sarabelle, it is nothing like that at all. I like feeling like this. It’s the first time in ages that I could actually see myself being faithful to one woman. There has only been one person before you who has ever made me feel like this and she broke my heart. In fact, she was the reason I became the womanizer everyone knows today. I don’t know if I could handle something like that again.”
Sarabelle looked at me as her eyes started to water. She began to move her lips to say something but they didn’t want to cooperate as they quivered. Instead, she stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” she whispered softly into my ear. “You don’t have to worry about me. If you treat me right, I won’t be going anywhere.”
While the words were lovely to hear, I had heard them before. Raina Garcia was my high school sweetheart. If you want to get technical, we were sweethearts long before that. I still remember the first time I ever laid eyes on her. I was sitting in my fifth-grade classroom waiting for the day to start when she came walking in holding a note from the secretary in her hand. She was the cutest girl I had ever seen. She had he hair done in pigtails and had light freckles across her nose. My teacher had her sit in the seat next to me and the rest is history. That day, she sat with me at lunch and I carried her books around from class to class for her. At the end of the day, we decided to walk home instead of taking the bus so we’d have more time to spend together. About a block from the school, she reached down and took my hand in hers. From that moment on, my heart belonged to her.