Riley.
Riley.
Riley. Everything is Riley. He is in my thoughts, my dreams, he is everywhere and I so badly want to feel him. Kiss him. Know him. I've dreamed this dream so many times. In it I'm undressing him and he wants me almost as much as I want him. He is pressed up against me straddling me and I have to clench my hands and dig into my palms to stop myself from pushing him onto my bed and—
Oh lovely, another good memory ruined because I can't keep it in my pants when I think of him. This has to be the third time today that this happened. The drowsiness of my orgasm fade's away and I feel the shame creep into me once again.
"Aaaaaaahhh Riley why do you do this to me." I mutter knowing that he is clearly not the one at fault.
A best man? Ridiculous. And yet I said yes. Why did I do that? I ask this question far too many times in relation to him but every time I know the answer. It's cause I'm weak when it comes to him. Too weak.
I don't think there's anything in the world he would ask for that I wouldn't give him in a heartbeat.
Every time he wants something from me he comes in so close to whisper sweet sounds into my ear and it becomes a struggle for me to keep my hands off him. Sometimes I purposely refuse him just so I can feel his hot breath on my cheeks and hear his sexy voice whisper in my ears.
"I swear it's like he does it on purpose sometimes" I'd like to think so, how awesome would it be if Riley was actually trying to seduce me while whispering in my ear. In that brief moment of ecstasy I'm able to trick myself into thinking that he loves me too and then every moment I waited for him feels worth it. But there's a limit to how much I can take before getting hard and forcibly pulling myself from the fantasy to keep my dark little secret.
I said yes to him even though I came in resolved to tell him I wasn't going to attend the wedding. To be honest I'm a bit afraid of what I might do to that woman with him if I attend. I might very well kill her if we end up accidentally left in a room together.
I breathe a large gulp of air in an attempt to calm my jealous obsession and longing for my best friend.
This is fucked up on so many levels I know. I know that and still I can't stop thinking about him, daydreaming, hoping, wishing that someday he would look at me. Its pathetic, really.
Fuck why didn't I just say no, If I said no then I wouldn't have attended and I could drown my sorrows in a bottle of vodka and temporarily forget that the love of my life is marrying some wench he found on the streets. Damn it Riley.
*Knock knock*
"Ugh who is it" no one answers and the banging intensifies. Until I can no longer ignore it in good conscience. "I swear the building better be burning down cause that's the only thing that'll save you from—" I pause shocked at the petite girl standing in front of me it takes me a long while of staring to finally figure out who she is and when I do my already sour expression worsens.
She's the last person I wanted to see right now, she is the cause of all my problems, my stress. Anger rushes through me as I resist the urge to smash her head through a wall "Chloe."
What is this blond haired vixen doing here. There is nothing. Nothing. That Riley's wife should be doing here. I groan and finally ask the question "What are you doing here." I say in a stern voice.
"Well I heard you were back from your business trip and I wanted to give you a warm welcome" Chloe says trying and failing woefully to be sexy. It doesn't take much for me to figure out the real reason she's here. She came to another man's room in lingerie two days prior to her wedding hoping to offer herself up to me, there will always be people like her on the planet. Disgusting woman, how on earth did this girl end up with someone like Riley. She doesn't deserve him.
"Leave right now Chloe while I'm still asking nicely and not throwing you out" I have zero patience for this girl and I'm not afraid to throw her out of the hotel room if it comes to it.
"I'll be honest with you Darian, I don't really care much about Riley. I-I'm actually in love with you. I've loved you for so long." Anger from my heart boils, down to my fists and before I know what I'm doing I've grabbed her wrist in my hands and I'm holding it tight. I'd probably break it if I press a little harder. It's tempting but I know Riley won't ever forgive me for breaking her. "You disgust me Chloe" Then a truly devilish thought comes to mind, if Riley knew he would never marry her. It's petty but I take one look at a security camera hung near the left wing of the door and know instantly that it caught a video of what just happened.
I can't help but smile at the thought of this. Finally a ray of light to this wretched situation I'm in. It's underhanded I know. it's not gonna win me his heart I know, It's just selfish but I know it'll give piece of mind even if just a little.
I think she notices and registered the smile as something else entirely. "Please if only just for today I want you" she tries pressing her body against mine and I have to restrain myself from vomiting at the stench she emits. Her perfume is much too strong and mixed with her unusual body odor, it's revolting. How can my Riley ever pick such a woman as a wife.
I try to manipulate the angle of the camera to make the footage look like she forced her way in while I hide the fact that I'm pulling her. I'm sorry Riley. I'm sorry.
She won't even be a good wife. I ponder trying to convince myself that I'm doing this for him. If I refuse her she'll probably try and sleep with Liam and I know he is weak to women. If she throws herself at him he might actually cave and have sex with her, but I have no such intentions.
With her wrist still in my hand I pull her to the floor of my room. I'm sure she thinks I'll fall for her or something. Ridiculous. As soon as I secure the door. I immediately lunge towards her positioning myself above her and lock my hands on her neck. I'm strangling her. It feels so good to finally not have to hold back. I press on increasing pressure while she squirms beneath the weight of my hands.
"How dare you try and toy with his feelings I can't believe someone as vile as you has his heart. It's disgusting. You're disgusting" I press harder applying more and more pressure to my hands. At some point I feel most of my strength is concentrated on my hands. I can barely notice her kicking and trying to claw her way free. The pressure doesn't relent for a second until her squirming calms down.
I'm killing her.
She's dying.
I should stop. Through the last of her breath she manages to mouth a few words. I don't hear it properly but I can read her lips well enough. "Ri—ey." Riley.
Suddenly I tear my hands off her neck and she's quick to put distance between us while she starts to gasp and gag.
"WhA-cough* wHy" Her voice is ragged like her appearance. I think to myself how this look suits her better at least her face matches her appearance now.