Ethan and Lucy lay in each other's arms, breathing heavily as they both tried to catch their breath. They had made love three times before stopping to catch their breath. Ethan had many women in his life but he liked the way Lucy matches his energy in bed. She was adventurous, and she let him do whatever he liked with her body.
"That was by far the best sex I've had in recent times. You've upped your game, babe", said Lucy, still trying to catch her breath.
Ethan shot Lucy a mock stern look, before rising to his feet. "My game has never been down, babe" Ethan replied sarcastically.
"I know ", said Lucy trying her best not to ruin the moment for both of them "I was just trying to say you've improved".
It's been almost two weeks since they last had sex. And even though they were not exclusive in their 'relationship' or 'arrangement' as Ethan preferred to call it, Lucy had not been with anyone else since they started fucked. In her head, she sees herself as his girlfriend and possibly his future wife. On the other hand, Ethan only regarded her as the one to fuck when there was no one near to fuck.
Walking naked into the kitchen, Ethan grabbed two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, opened both of them and went back into the room. In the room, he handed one of the beers to Lucy and took a swill out of the other bottle. He smacked his lips and took a deep breath. Placing one leg on the bed, he stood at akimbo facing Lucy.
Enthralled by his god-like features Lucy felt the desire to keep him exclusively to herself grow bigger in her heart. She could almost see herself walking hand-in-hand with him as husband and wife.
"Like what you see?" Ethan teased, shaking his dick playfully at Lucy.
"Love it!" Lucy said, admitting her obsession with his body. Lucy was a strong and confident woman who had never been ashamed to admit her feelings or to go after what she desired.
"Easy with the 'L' word lady, I'm sure you don't want to offend the Big Guy up there", Ethan said pointing his bottle to the roof.
Ethan didn't like getting emotional with women. He saw it as a weakness
"I know what I'm saying, Ethan", Lucy said, sitting up on the bed. "You're young, handsome and rich; I'm bold, brave and beautiful. Can't you see we are a perfect match?"
"We are not a couple", Ethan replied, as he took a sip from the bottle.
"I know Ethan, but…"
"But what, Lucy? We had an agreement, remember? This was never supposed to be a romantic affair. It's just an arrangement that benefits both of us." Ethan said before placing the bottle on the sideboard beside the bed.
Reaching out her hand Lucy grabbed Ethan's hand and knelt on the bed to face him. Looking into Ethan's eyes she said "I know we have… 'an arrangement' Ethan, but we can't continue to pretend like we don't want more than that."
"I don't", said Ethan, holding up Lucy's face gently with his free hand.
Ethan looked into her eyes and said "I don't want to hurt you dear. I'm a womanizer. This is who I am and you know it. Getting into any form of romance with me will only end up in a heartbreak for you. And God knows I've broken more than my fair share of hearts.
"Let's keep this purely physical, okay," Ethan said, pecking her on the forehead before withdrawing from her.
Picking up his pants from the floor, Ethan began to dress up.
"Well, what if I want you to break my heart", Said Lucy, unwilling to give up the conversation. "I'm a big girl Ethan, and I know what I want. Besides I can take care of my emotions if things don't work out".
Ethan shot her a blank look, before going to the balcony to get some fresh air.
***
Ethan spent the rest of the night at Lucy's, waking up in the morning to the aroma of freshly made waffles and hot-brewing coffee. Sitting up in bed, he tried to clear his head. After about five minutes of reliving yesterday's memories, Ethan finally got out of bed.
Hitting the floor, he did push-ups until he lost count. By the time he was done, his muscles were feeling numb. He also did some sit-ups, before hitting the shower. When he got out, he put on one of the clean shirts he had at Lucy's before joining her in the kitchen for breakfast.
They ate in silence, each occupied with their thoughts. When they were done, Lucy cleared the plates while Ethan retired to the balcony with a box of cigars he left at Lucy's place the last time he was there. Lighting up, he leaned back in one of the two white foldable chairs on the balcony. Closing his eyes, he released thick rings of smoke into the air.
Ethan wasn't big on smoking. It was just something he did occasionally when there was nothing else to do. His business ran like clockwork, and he rarely had reasons to work on weekends. His father had bequeathed to him a 'money-making machine' that could almost run itself. He had competent hands overseeing his businesses and most of them were trustworthy.
Drifting back to the subject of marriage, he replayed his conversation with Lucy yesterday. True, Lucy is a looker, and he enjoyed making love to her, but marriage? That sounded outrageous to Ethan.
He knew she was highly intelligent, confident and street-wise. I knew she had some underground connection, part of the reasons he kept her close. Who knows, he may need it someday. But the thought of her using it against him, made him feel uneasy.
Lucy joined him at the balcony, setting a six-pack between them before settling in the other foldable chair. She reached into the cigar box and picked one. Holding it close to her nostrils, she breathed in the rich smell of tobacco before lighting it up.
She was wearing a white t-shirt with a picture of Marilyn Monroe on the front, and a pair of blue bum shorts. She had recently waxed her legs, and they were almost glittering in the sunlight. She was also wearing a pair of Bvulgari designer sunglasses. She looked breathtaking.
They both smoked in silence, enjoying the serenity of the apartment, completely oblivious to the bustle of the city.
"I wish this moment could last forever", Lucy said.
"Unfortunately nothing lasts forever" Ethan replied before puffing on his cigar. He pulled on it too much, causing him to cough mildly. He picked up a bottle of beer from the six-pack Lucy brought, opened it and took a sip.
They sat there for hours, smoking cigars and draining bottles of beer. They kept at it until they were both quite drunk and woozy from all the smoking. Then they made love on the balcony until they were both worn out. They managed to get back in bed before dosing off.
Ethan woke up by 6:30 pm and ordered some Chinese food. They ate in silence again, each of them occupied with thoughts. When they were done, they both took a couple of painkillers for the hangover.
By 8:30 pm Ethan was ready to leave. As he picked up his car key from the coffee table in the living room, he noticed Lucy was looking at him like she had something on her mind.
"Is there something you want to say?" Ethan asked.
"Yes", Lucy replied. "I have an ask"
"I'm all ears", Ethan said, even though he could make a pretty good guess of what it was she wanted.
"Make me yours," Lucy said, leaning unto Ethan.
He looked at her deeply for a moment, like he was trying to read her mind before giving her his answer, "No".
Leaving her standing there, Ethan walked out of the door without another word.
Standing there, Lucy felt a thousand different emotions consume her heart. She felt scorned. She was angry and she wanted to cry. At the same time, she felt vengeful. She also felt used. She just wanted to crawl up in her bed and weep.
Turning around, she rushed into her room to cry on her bed. But as she opened the door, she noticed something lying on the floor beside the bed. She bent down and picked it up. It was a phone.
She looked at it closely. It wasn't hers, and neither was it Ethan's. She flipped it open and tried to switch it on. It didn't respond. Its battery was down. She wondered who it was, but suspected it must have fallen out of Ethan's pants.
Suspending her pity party temporarily, she sauntered into the kitchen and plugged the phone in with her charger. Instantly the charging indicator light came on. She pressed the power button and the phone came alive.