by Iona Rose
“For God’s sake Matt, just spit it out,” I say.
He grins again.
“Well a couple of days ago, Kimberley dropped by my office and she asked me if I thought you would ever come around to her. I thought of all of the times you’d sworn off her and I remembered you saying you were totally over her. So I told her no, I didn’t think you would and she should just move on and forget about you.”
“Good advice,” I say.
I thought I’d be happy to learn Kimberley is the one pining for me, trying to find a way to make me come back to her. I’m not though. I don’t like the idea of causing her pain.
“I thought so,” Matt says. “Anyway, word is, she has a date. Tonight.”
“A date with who?” I demand.
Matt smirks again.
“Why do you care if you’re over her?”
“I don’t care. I was just making conversation,” I say.
“Right,” Matt says. “Some guy she met in a club or something. I don’t really know.”
“Speaking of clubs, how’s ours doing?” I ask.
Anything to move the conversation away from Kimberley.
“Good,” Matt says. “It’s more Chance’s area than mine, but he’s happy with the profit margins. He’s even talking about expanding to a few more so the money must be there.”
Some guy she met in a fucking club? He doesn’t exactly sound special.
“We should definitely look at that then. Maybe a bar or two as well,” I say.
“You just want somewhere you can get a discount when you go out on the sniff,” Matt laughs.
“Nothing wrong with that is there?” I say. “How’s Callie doing? Did she get that promotion at work?”
Kimberley in a tight dress, some fucking guy with his hands all over her.
“She hasn’t heard anything yet. They said it would be next week when she finds out.”
“No news is good news right.”
I finish up the last of my sandwich. It tastes like cardboard now. The bread suddenly feels too thick and spongey. I swallow down a long swig of water.
“I have to go,” I say. “I’ve got some stuff needs doing.”
“Ok,” Matt smiles. “It was good to catch up.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I say.
I have to get away from him before my verbal diarrhoea kicks in and I start talking about Kimberley again. I can’t believe she’s got a date.
Why do I care? I don’t want to date her. She can date whoever the fuck she likes. Fuck her and the space she’s still taking up in my head.
I check my watch for the hundredth time and see that a whole minute has passed since the last time I checked the time. It’s now one minute after seven. It’s going to be one whole hell of a long night if I keep checking the time incessantly like this. It’s driving me crazy keep checking, but I can’t help myself. It’s now one minute and seventeen seconds after seven. Kimberley will be getting ready for her date now. But it’s ok. I don’t care what she’s doing or where she’s going or who she’s going there with. Not even a little bit.
Except I do care. I can’t keep lying to myself like this. I do fucking care. I can’t stand the thought of Kimberley moving on without me. Not again. Last time, I let her walk out of my life and although it tore me apart, I didn’t do a thing to stop her. This time will be different. I might be walking into a bad situation. I might be opening myself up to getting my stupid heart broken yet again, but I don’t care. I’m not letting her go without a fight. Not again.
The decision made, I jump up and grab my phone and my keys. I practically sprint from my building and down to my car. I drive straight to Kimberley’s hotel and run into the lobby. It’s only when I get to the elevators that I realise I have no idea what room number she’s staying in. I think for a moment and head to reception.
“Good evening. Can you tell me where I might find a Ms Kimberley Montgomery please?” I say.
“I’m sorry sir,” the receptionist replies. “I’m not allowed to give out that information.”
I could play the star crossed lovers card. Tell her that I’m here to win back the girl who broke my heart four years ago and beg her to understand. But that might not work. I know what will though. I give the woman my most charming smile.
“I understand that, but this is an emergency. I work with Kimberley and she has exactly twenty minutes to fix a major mistake or she’ll be fired. I’m giving her a chance here, a head’s up before her boss catches on. I can’t call her. Company phone. If they investigate the mistake, which believe me they will when they see it’s cost them billions, then I don’t want a call to be on the record. So I guess it’s your call. Follow the rules and get Kimberley fired, or take a walk back there and let me take a peek at the guest book.”
“I … ummmm,” she starts.
“Come on. Put yourself in her shoes. If you were her, wouldn’t you rather someone told me your room number rather than let you get fired and lose your whole career?”
She is starting to come around and I smile again. I have one more trick up my sleeve. One I know will push her decision for her. I’m not going to put her in the same imaginary boat as the one I’ve put Kimberley in. Surely she’ll want to save her own skin.
“Just between me and you, her father owns this hotel chain. If he was to find out that his own staff could have saved his daughter’s career, and chose not to help …”
“I’m sorry. I can’t help you,” she says loudly. She winks at me then looks pointedly down at a spot beside her computer where the guest register sits. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
She turns and walks through a door behind reception, her heels clacking as she walks. She’s let me know where to find the information but done it in a way that can’t come back to bite her on the ass. She clearly told me she couldn’t help me and then took herself out of the situation before it could escalate. Something I know for a fact large hotel chains train their staff to do. If they ever watch this CCTV footage, which I’m sure they won’t, they won’t see her wink at me or direct my gaze to the register. She’ll be in the clear. Besides, even if Kimberley refuses to talk to me, she’ll blame me entirely for this. She won’t try and get the receptionist fired. It’s not her style. She knows I can be very persuasive when I want to be.
I pull the register towards me and scan down the guest list looking for her name. It jumps out at me like it’s lit up in neon. Kimberley Montgomery. Room five ninety three. I go back to the elevator and slip inside. I go up to the fifth floor and follow the directions on the wall until I’m at Kimberley’s room.
I pause for a moment. This is my last chance to back out. I could just turn around and leave and put Kimberley behind me. That would be the sensible thing to do. But I’ve played it safe too long and look where it’s gotten me. A bunch of empty one night stands.
I reach up and knock on the door. It is opened quickly and I find Kimberley staring out at me.
She’s wearing a short black dress, black sky scraper peep toe shoes and her hair is softly curled and hangs around her face. Damn. She looks amazing. Her date wouldn’t have been able to keep his dirty fucking hands off her. It’s a good job I’m here to make sure she never gets anywhere near him.
“You look beautiful,” I say before I can stop myself.
She smiles but then she catches herself and raises an eyebrow.
“What are you doing here Sebastian?” she asks with a sigh.
“I came to borrow a cup of sugar,” I grin.
She rolls her eyes but she steps back from the door. I go inside and close it before she can change her mind. It isn’t so much a room she’s staying in as a suite. I am standing in what looks like a high end lounge complete with a large, plush looking white couch with a wooden trim and a huge TV opposite it. A low coffee table has been pushed to one side. Doors open off the room which I assume lead to the bedrooms and the bathroom. A large glass door leads to a balcony which is big enough
for three sun loungers, a table and four chairs.
“Nice room,” I say. “It’s almost as big as my apartment.”
“Yes. And it has the advantage of room service and a cleaner. You didn’t come here to talk me about my hotel room though did you? I don’t have all day. I’m on my way out. Now what do you want?” she says.
“Where are you going?” I ask, stalling because I’m suddenly not sure I’m ready for the grand gesture anymore.
“None of your damned business,” she retorts.
I move closer to her, inching in until I’m standing close enough to her that our bodies are almost touching. I lean my head even closer until I can feel her hair tickling my skin. I tuck it behind her ear. She doesn’t stop me. I whisper into her ear.
“Wherever it is, you’re sure going to make an impression. You’re stunning.”
She looks down and smiles up at me through her long eyelashes. My cock is twitching, hardening, ready for her. I reach out and gently stroke her face.
“That dress looks great on you,” I say.
She steps back, laughing and shaking her head. Well shit. I actually thought my charm was working on her. I should have known better. Kimberley isn’t one for compliments. She prefers real talk. She always has. If I want to get her to stay, I’ll have to come up with something of substance. Something that will make it worth her while to stick around for.
“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to get back into my good books Sebastian,” she says. “Now if you don’t mind, like I said, I’m on my way out.”
She picks up her handbag and moves towards the door. I remind myself that I’m not going to let her walk away from me again. It’s time for the grand gesture whether I’m ready or not.
“I missed you too,” I blurt out.
She looks back at me and for a second her face softens, but then it hardens again and she shakes her head.
“Too little too late Sebastian,” she says softly.
She wants to believe me though. She wants to stay. If she didn’t, she would be out of the door now. I just have to find a way to let her stay without losing face.
“I tell you what, I’ll do you a deal,” I say. “Rock paper scissors. If I win, you stay and we talk. If you win, I’ll leave.”
“What are you talking about? Why do you even want me to stay after you were so adamant that what happened between us was a mistake?” she says.
“I was stupid to say that. Now stop avoiding the question. Are we playing?” I ask.
I smile at her and watch as she softens again. She never could stay mad at me for long. I know I’ve almost convinced her. She glances at the door and then back at me. I could still lose her. She could still tell me to take a hike. I have to push it slightly, make her stay.
“What’s the matter Kimberley? Are you scared you’ll lose?”
“No. I just can’t work out what’s in it for me. Why would I stay?”
“Because you get the pleasure of my company all evening,” I smile. “And if you win, then you can go out and enjoy your night on a high.”
She shakes her head but she’s laughing.
“Fine. You’re on,” she says.
She comes back towards me and stands a couple of feet away.
“On three?” she asks.
I nod and we count together.
“One. Two. Three.”
We draw and Kimberley goes for rock just like I knew she would. It means she wants to stay. It was a running joke between us when we were younger that Kimberley always went for rock at this game. She must remember that. She knows I do and she knows I’ll go for paper and beat her. If she didn’t want to stay, she wouldn’t have gone for rock. I go for paper, just Kimberley knew I would, and I smirk at her.
“Looks like you got all dressed up for nothing,” I say.
She looks ready to argue with me, even now knowing I know she chose to stay, she is still so scared of losing face that she’s acting like she’s kind of pissed off to have lost the game, but she puts her handbag down beside her as she sits down on the couch.
A game is a game and while Kimberley doesn’t lose games often, when she does, she’ll pout like hell but she’ll suffer the consequences. Although I’d like to think an evening in my company is more pleasurable than suffering.
“Well? You wanted to talk and now you’ve got me here. So talk,” she says.
She pulls her phone out and begins to type out a text. I sit down beside her and try to take her phone away from her.
“No pouting. You knew the rules of the game,” I say.
She keeps her grip on her phone.
“I’m not pouting. I’m cancelling my plans,” she says. “I agreed to stay but I didn’t agree to be rude about it.”
She makes a fair point and I nod and gesture at her to carry on. She finishes sending the text and puts her phone away. That’s a good sign.
“You wanted to talk, yet still you’re not. Are you still playing a game Seb? Did you just want to prove to yourself that you still have power over me? Or do you actually want to discuss things? I can’t fathom you out. Now tell me one thing and be honest. Why now?”
“Four years ago, you walked out of my life and broke my heart,” I say.
“Oh not this again,” she says.
She goes to stand up and I put my hand on her knee and shake my head. She relaxes back into the couch. She looks at my hand but she doesn’t push it away and I leave it there when I continue talking.
“Just hear me out ok? It’s not an accusation, I promise. You walked out of my life and broke my heart. I’ve held that against you every day since you left. It’s taken me this long to realise something. You walked away from me because I let you go. Well this time, I’m not going to make the same mistake. I’m not just going to let you walk out of my life again Kimberley.”
She looks into my eyes as she answers me.
“I didn’t want to walk away this time Sebastian. You pushed me away remember.”
Her eyes haven’t left mine. They flit side to side slightly like she’s trying to read the answers directly from my brain.
“I’m not pushing you away now am I?” I say.
I can almost see the sparks flying between us as I hold her gaze with mine, willing her to forgive me. There’s so much I want to say, so much I want to fix between us, but I don’t even know where to start. I haven’t got the words to tell her everything I want her to know. I just have to hope she can see it all in my eyes.
Maybe she does because before I really know what’s happening, her hands are on my shoulders and she’s pushing me back against the couch. She hooks her leg over mine and straddles me. I push my hands into her hair and pull her face towards mine, bringing my lips up to meet hers.
We kiss like we’ve been unleashed. Our hands are all over each other, exploring, caressing, probing. Kimberley’s tongue is my mouth; her scent is in my nose. She is consuming me once more. I kiss her like my life depends on it. Maybe it does. Maybe it always did.
My cock is hard, straining to be free of my jeans as Kimberley moves her hips, grinding against it. She unbuttons my shirt and pushes it down my arms, throwing it to one side. I grab the hem of her dress and pull it over her head, throwing it down with my shirt. I pull her mouth back to mine as I unhook her bra.
She runs her nails over my bare chest, sending shivers through me as I hungrily kiss her. I reach up and caress her breasts, feeling her hard nipples against my palms. She sucks in a sharp breath as I pinch her nipples in my fingers and roll them, making them even harder. She throws her head back and I run my tongue down her neck, over her chest. I suck one of her breasts into my mouth and work my tongue over her nipple.
“I need you to fuck me Sebastian. Now,” she says breathily.
“Yes ma’am,” I eagerly agree.
I lift my hips up, moving Kimberley back slightly. I fumble my belt open with one hand, my other hand on Kimberley’s back, and then I open my jeans. I hold Kimberle
y in place with one hand as I lift my ass up from the couch. I pull my jeans and boxers down with one hand. I sit back down and kiss Kimberley again. I take the sides of her panties in my hands and tear them off her.
She gasps as I throw her torn underwear to one side. She grins down at me, her lips swollen and red from all of the kissing. Her eyes are filled with lust as she looks at me.
I grab my cock as she lifts herself slightly and positions herself over it. I can feel the heat coming off her pussy and as I put my cock against her opening, I feel how wet she is. I moan as I enter her, stretching her pussy, claiming her as mine once more.
I push inside of her sweet folds, and she grips me, her pussy tight around me. She begins to move up and down on my cock and I can feel my pulse racing, my breathing speeding up as she moves faster.
I push my hands into her hair again and bring her face down to mine. She resists me for a moment, rubbing her lips lightly over mine, teasing me and making me want her more. I push harder on her head and she stops teasing me, her mouth clamping onto mine, her tongue massaging mine. I run my hands up and down her back, enjoying the feel of her naked skin that’s damp with sweat.
She nibbles on my lower lip as I slam my cock into her over and over again, pushing her towards the edge. Her breathing quickens as she moves with me, matching my thrusts with fevered thrusts of her own. Her breasts are moving in time with her thrusting. She pulls back from me, throwing her head back, her face contorted as she moans.
I can see the pulse in her neck as the tendons stand out as her orgasm floods her. I feel her pussy clenching around my cock, driving me wild, bringing me closer to my own climax. It’s all I can do to hold myself back but I want to watch Kimberley. She is a Goddess, a vision of beauty as she rides my cock, screaming out her pleasure as I slam off her g-spot. A warm rush of liquid floods out of her, drenching me in her juices.
I plunge into her again and she screams my name. She puts her hands on my shoulders, using them to push herself up and down even faster. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she comes again. I feel another clench, another flood of liquid and I can’t hold back any longer. I come hard, feeling my orgasm in every pore of my body.
