Everleigh
Today was supposed to be our two-year anniversary, you know boyfriend and girlfriend for two years and that sucker of a girlfriend thought that he might propose soon. I mean she found an engagement ring and all that, but then she found out she was actually the side-chick he was cheating with on his actual girlfriend who he just proposed to.
I wish someone had told me that dating someone you work with was a big fucking mistake. That you can't trust the men you work with. That and that the phrase; 'don't shit where you eat,' makes perfect sense when it comes to relationships and work. Somehow I thought that by the time I turned twenty-eight, I would be a little smarter than this.
Urgh!
I feel so humiliated and heartbroken but I could not make a scene, crying and screaming like I wanted to, because that would mean I could lose my job. I should mention it was the boss's daughter that he got engaged to. That asshole then had the audacity to smirk at me and expect some sort of congratulations from me. He then told me I should cancel the reservation we made for dinner at the hotel.
Honestly, what did I ever see in Evan?
Sure, he was cute in that preppy sort of way, with his shaggy brown hair and dimpled smile. He is a bit of a sophist and really charming.
Sex on the other hand always left me a little unsatisfied, so I would always go home and get myself off, if this was how it was going to end I should not have faked it as much as I have.
But - I really did like him and thought we could - and would - be more. If we ever did get married I would have made it work. . . somehow. There was more to a relationship than sex, at least that is what I told myself.
Oh, fuck.
Instead of cancelling everything and staying at home to throw myself a pity party I wanted to be petty and eat an expensive dinner and drink an expensive bottle of wine on his dime. We have come to this hotel multiple times so they have his card on file. I just needed to get everything charged to the hotel room he booked for us. This may be petty, but it is the least he owes me. I even put on the new crimson red dress I bought for our two-year anniversary. Which I will be paying off for the next six months.
Now on top of sitting here all by my lonesome with an expensive bottle of wine and staring outside at the night-lit city, I am getting horny. I am blaming it on my hormones and not on the fact that I have allowed myself to get a little too tipsy on wine and started entertaining some of my favourite little fantasies. The little exhibitionist in me would have revelled in the gaze of others if my dress came down a bit and showed off more than it should- just a little though - It was the whole reason I chose this dress. It is the perfect fit, but with a good tug, it could reveal everything.
I poured out the last drop of wine into my glass and sighed as if that was the end of it. I could always order another bottle but there was no point in doing so - it wasn't going to make me feel any better and if I drink any more I will probably just be making a bigger spectacle of myself. I drank my last glass of wine and called the waiter over to let him know that he should charge everything to my hotel room. Knowing that all this will be charged to Evan's card did make me feel a little better and he would not be able to complain about it. Actually, I wish he did complain and make a fuss about it, then maybe I wouldn't feel like such a loser.
I got up and stared at my reflection in the window. The way that the red dress hugged my curves and my black hair was put up in a messy bun. I would have loved it if someone took my dress off and made a mess of my hair and smudged my lipstick.
I mean I did a good job getting through today without losing my shit. I managed to make it through the day without crying and even managed to smile with the rest of the people when Evan's engagement was mentioned.
Since I did such a good job of getting through the day, can't I get a reward? Like a good fucking that I have not gotten in a very long time.
I looked around the restaurant again and let out a small sigh of frustration. Fat chance of me meeting someone here for a hookup. Everyone here was either on a date or some kind of small gathering.
I took one last look around the rooftop restaurant and admired how spectacular it is, no wonder so many people came here for dates. I on the other hand came here after getting dumped - or maybe I should say I found out the truth at the same time as everyone else and was not even given the courtesy of being privately dumped.
I walked to the empty foyer towards the elevator and kind of enjoyed the click-clack sound my high heels made on the tiles. I beamed to myself as though it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
It may have also looked like I was beaming at the slightly rugged man with broad shoulders and a navy suit perfectly tailored to him. His brown eyes looked back at me in confusion and I realised that I was still smiling like a fool.
Should I apologise or just stare at the floor while waiting for the elevator? Then again that would mean getting on the elevator with him, maybe I should go back to the restaurant and order dessert and try to ignore this small embarrassing exchange. Before I could actually make up my mind the elevator arrived and like a perfect gentleman, he waited for me to get on first.
Great. Apologize it is.
"I'm sorry for smiling like a fool earlier. It has just been a crazy day and I was thinking about it. " I said mumbling out my excuses. "I didn't mean to smile at you."
"Really?" He stared at me, his eyes raking over my body and he cocked an eyebrow as if to say are you sure you didn't want to say something else.
"Yes," I muttered back and hoped that my cheeks did not catch an extra dash of colour it did not need right now.
"That's too bad, I was kind of hoping that smile was for me." He shrugged his shoulders and was about to turn to face the elevator door again, but his words gave me a bit of hope and I was not about to let go of that hope.
"If it was for you, what would you have done?" I asked him curiously while trying my best not to overstep my bounds and ask this complete stranger to spend the night with me.
Just when did I fall so low?
He eyed me once more and smirked right before pressing the emergency stop button on the elevator.
Before I could ask him what he was doing he had me pressed between him and the cold mirror on the elevator wall. His hand was on my hip and with his other hand he lifted my face up so that I could look him in the eye.
"Now, baby girl we can skip the pleasantries and light banter and go straight for what we both want." To make a point he pulled my hips closer to his and I could feel his cock straining against his pants.
Wait, if this is how he feels now. Then I can definitely look forward to so much more from him.
To play along with him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and licked his bottom lip.
"Are you sure you can give me what I want?"
"I wouldn't be offering if I didn't already know that I can." His reply sent a quiver down my spine. It was a promise and I was going to make sure he kept it.
He said something else and then stopped moving. I was too lost in the moment to hear what he said. He was waiting for me to reply.
"Yes?" I said hesitantly.
He chortled and pulled me even closer to him, which I did not think was possible. "Now there is no turning back."
What did I just agree to?