At that very moment, the lights in the living room flipped on.
Lena's eyes flew open, and she took a moment to adjust to the light. "WHAT THE FUCK!"
Even removed his head from between her legs. "What? What's going on?"
"That's a good fucking question! What the hell, Dylan! Don't you know how to fucking knock! Do I need to put a sock on the door or something!"
"Don't you know what a bedroom is for?"
Evan stood up and wiped his face off with his shirt. "Hey, Dylan. What the hell are you doing here, cockblocking yet again."
"I live here."
"You... live... here? Here? In this apartment? With Lena?"
Lena stood up and fixed her dress. "He doesn't live here. He stays here when the job requires."
"Yeah, and you told me that you need to leave for Summerset early and that you wanted me here tonight. So here I am, Peaches, as instructed for a five-thirty departure time."
"Fuck. FUCK!"
"Fuck what? Let me guess, fuck me, fuck you, fuck off?"
"The meeting was put off till Monday. I completely forgot to tell you."
"That's Good. That means you can leave now so I can finish my dessert," Evan said, licking his lips.
"It's extremely late, I'm fucking tired, and this is YOUR fuck up, so I am going to my apartment and going to bed. Happy fucking." He took off down the hall to his apartment.
"Apartment? He has his own apartment?"
"Evan, just... stay here. I will be right back." She took off down the hallway. "DYLAN! STOP! She grabbed him by the elbow. I don't care what your reasoning is; you gotta go. I am not going to fuck Evan with you fifty feet down the hall."
"Then I guess you're not fucking Evan tonight."
"You know what, jackass;" she poked him in the chest. A flash of him sitting half-naked on the couch came to mind. She shivered. "I have been responsible for my own orgasms for over a year and a half."
"Wow, that's sad. You really should try to get laid."
"That's what I am trying to do, but you, she poked him again. Ever since you came barging back into my life, all you do is piss me off and CUNT BLOCK ME!"
"Stop being such a drama queen. I am not the one who is blocking anyone's cunt or cock! You are in your own way. I don't give a shit who you fuck, but just a friendly word of advice, Evan fucks like a catholic rabbit. He used to bring home two or three new women a week, sometimes it was two or three at the same time! So, you're just another hole he wants to fill, Lena."
"I'm not looking for a fucking wedding proposal! I don't give a shit who he fucks! The condom was invented for just this kind of situation!"
They both turned when they heard an overexaggerated throat clear. Evan was standing at the end of the long hallway. "I'm going to go. It's getting kind of late, and, well, I really don't want to be here right now. Like you, I cannot fuck with him fifty feet down the hall. So, I'm going to go. It's been fun up until about ten minutes ago."
"No, Evan, please don't leave."
"I'll text you."
"I'm so sorry. Let me walk you out."
"Oh, by the way, Dylan, I could have fucked a hundred women, but I didn't cheat on any of them. Not one. Can you say the same?"
Dylan's face looked mean, "Fuck you, Evan." He turned and stormed down the rest of the hall to his apartment.
"WHAT'S WRONG DYLAN! IS IT SOMETHING I SAID!" Evan yelled after him.
"I'm so sorry, Evan. Can I take a rain check?"
"Why didn't you tell me he lived here? Or that he worked for you? I thought you knew how much we despised each other."
"He doesn't live here. He is only supposed to stay here if I have to leave early in the morning, so I know that he won't be late or running behind schedule. And I knew you two didn't get along, but I didn't know you despised each other. As far as him working for me, it wasn't my idea, it was my ex-husbands. Just one more twist in the knife before we finalize the paperwork."
He sighed. "Well, next time, let's make sure he's not within a fifty-mile radius. Better yet, we go to my place. I was to finish what I started, my Queen. I am going to make you come so hard that you won't remember your own name because I am going to blow your mind."
She smiled. "Does that line normally work for you?"
"I would say two times out of five."
"That gives me an idea of how many women you have slept with."
His face screwed up. "Yeah, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say. I'm not the man-whore Dylan makes me out to be, but I do enjoy being with beautiful women."
"It's none of my business. I'm not exactly wearing white to my next wedding. Not that I want there to be one."
"I'll text you, okay? We can figure out how I can cash in that rain check."
He kissed her, and she could taste the subtle flavor of herself in his mouth.
"Don't forget to wash your face when you get home."
"Nah, I think I'll leave it until tomorrow. Savor the flavor. And these..." he pulled out the yellow thong. "Are going right next to my bottle of lube, my queen."
"Good night, little prince. Again, I am sorry, and next time you get that cock rub. I may even give you a little sensual massage."
"I don't know what that is but the way my dick is twitching I think I am going to like it. Oh, and Lena, I know Dylan, just be careful whose hands you put your and your son's life in."
"You don't have to worry about me or my son."
"I'm serious."
"I'll take it into consideration. Thank you for caring."
He stepped into the elevator. "Anytime, any day, or for any reason, if you need me, I'm just a phone call away."
The doors closed and Evan was gone, so were her chances of a hands-free orgasm.
She stormed back into the penthouse. "DYLAN GESSEPPI GRATINIO!" She heard his door click open.
He walked into the living room. "You rang Mistress Lena."
"I fucking hate you! I hate everything about you!" She shoved him, but he didn't move. So, she slapped him.
He smirked. "Oh, you know, I can see why your clients like it rough. Tell me, was slapping extra, or is it included in your standard services."
"You're such a prick Dylan! I mean, what is your fucking issue!"
He raked his hand over his face and sighed. "I-I'm sorry. I can't stand Evan, and I certainly can't stand seeing him with you. You deserve someone better, Lena."
"Who? Like you? You turned my life upside down. I died that day! It took me a long time to rise from the ashes, and then Cole burned me down again. I am like a Phoenix Dylan, but if I don't have to be reborn again, I would prefer not to. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to change the batteries in my vibrator so I can go at, it full force since my vagina feels like it is crying and going to explode, and not in a good way."
"If you want, I can help you. All you have to do is let me follow you to your room. Kind of like the last time you and Evan didn't seal the deal. If I remember, you were begging for my tongue. Don't you remember how good I could make you feel? And I don't need any cheesy pickup lines."
Lena looked at him. She did remember it was the best sex she ever had, and she has had some incredible sex in her lifetime. No one knew her body like he did.
He used to do this thing with his hips. Her resolve was breaking down. She needed a release. Fuck, she was about two seconds away from ripping his clothes off and fucking him on the kitchen counter.
Why should I reward him after what he's done? It's for my benefit, too. No, he doesn't deserve all this.
"You know what? Follow me Diabalino."
A wide smile crossed his face. "Really! Fuck Tesoro, I am going to fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked. All you need to do is tell me what you want."
He followed her down the hall like a lost puppy. She could almost hear him panting. His cock was rock hard, and it hurt for him to walk. He wanted her so badly. All he could think of was being balls deep in her beautiful tight pussy. He could die happy if he heard her moan his name one more time.
She turned around when she got to the door. She licked her bottom lip and gave him the sexiest bedroom eyes she could muster. "All I have to do is tell you what to do, and you will do it for me?"
"Yes, Tesoro. All you have to do is ask, and you shall receive."
"Anything?" She started to run her finger down her cleavage. She heard him groan.
"Yes. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to..." Her voice was dripping with lust... "FUCK OFF!" She slammed the door in his face.
Dylan stood there for a moment, stunned and feeling like the biggest scemo.
"Well played, Satan!" He yelled at the door.
She was leaning against the door, her back against it. She heard his boots thundering down the hall, and his door slammed shut.
She had a cocky, satisfied grin on her face. "Now, where did I put that new pack of batteries?"