Heartbreak Warfare

by Jessica Marin

  “Now that in itself is amazing since you aren’t even that funny!” he laughs. “Seriously, I am so proud of you and can’t wait to watch the replay!”

  “I have to go, I only get an hour break and I have got to get out of these shoes. I’ll call you later.” I hang up with Robert and grab my bag. I normally would have brought a pair of flip flops to wear between sessions, but with so many people around, I didn’t feel that would be professional. I quickly make my way to my room, mentally reminding myself to grab a protein bar just in case I am not a fan of the food they are providing for lunch. I open the door, go to the bedroom, and open the closet doors to find it completely empty. Where is all of my stuff? I start to panic, and pull open the dresser drawers to find those empty as well. I go back into the living room, and look around in complete disbelief that my things are gone. How can this happen in such a reputable hotel? I pick up the phone to report my items stolen, when it suddenly dawns on me that Cal might have had something to do with this and had my belongings taken to his villa. Hoping this is the case, but still mad as hell at the idea of him not talking to me about it, I hang up the phone and leave as fast as my heels will let me.

  I storm towards his place and let myself in once I arrival. I hear noises coming from the media room and I stop in the doorway to see Cal playing a video game.

  “Did you move my belongings out of my room?” My voice is surprisingly calm.

  “Hey, you’re back early! How’d it go?” he pays attention to his video game while asking me.

  “Cal, answer my question! Did you move my stuff out of my room?”

  My tone of voice catches his attention and he pauses the game to look at me.

  “Yes, I did. Everything is in the master bedroom. What’s wrong?”

  I ignore his question and run toward the bedroom. Sure enough, my clothes are hanging in the walk-in closet, my undergarments and pajamas in the drawers, toiletries in the bathroom with my jewelry case. I open the case to make sure all of my jewelry is accounted for and sigh with relief to see that it is. I walk back into the bedroom, where Cal is leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

  “What’s the problem, Jenna?” he raises his eyebrow at me.

  “The problem is that you didn’t ASK me if I was okay with complete strangers having their hands on my personal items. Which I’m not! Strange people touching my jewelry, my underwear.” I shudder at the thought of dirty, grimy hands on all of my belongings.

  “First off, they were wearing gloves when packing your items and secondly, we talked about moving your stuff here and since you have been busy, I thought it would be helpful to have it done for you. I never intended to upset you, but I told you I didn’t like you walking through the hotel by yourself, going back and forth between my place and yours. This was an easier solution.”

  “I think this solution was easier for YOU so I can be at your beck and call whenever you want to fuck,” I angrily say without thinking clearly.

  He moves off the door frame swiftly and with two long strides, is in front of me, gripping my biceps roughly. “Don’t do that. Don’t degrade yourself or what we have been doing. We are two consensual adults enjoying each other’s company. Am I wrong?” He intently stares into my eyes, daring me to argue back.

  Of course he is right, which irritates me even more. I shake off his arms and turn my back to him to look at the pool. The issues have nothing to do with him, but my guilt for sleeping with someone I just met, and loosing that feeling of control. I haven’t had anyone take care of me since my ex-husband and I have a love/hate relationship with it. Love it because there is nothing sexier when a man can take control without direction and take care of his woman. Hate it because when my husband stopped taking care of me, it left me feeling completely worthless, and I never want to feel that way again. These are my issues, not Cal’s, and my reaction was unfair to his good intentions. I count to ten, take a deep breath and turn back to look at him.

  “Can we start over, please?” I ask.

  He gives me a questionable look and nods.

  “Cal, did you move my clothes from my room without asking me?”

  “Yes,” he answers with narrowed eyes, wondering if this is a trick question.

  “Thank you so much for thinking of my well-being and organizing the move. If there is any instance of something similar to this happening again within the next couple of days, please feel free to ask me what I think first.” I move toward him, get on my tippy toes, and kiss his cheek.

  “Is that it?” he asks skeptically, not believing that I am going to drop the conversation.

  “That’s it, unless you feel we need to talk about it more.”

  “The only thing I think we need to talk about is how fucking hot you look when you get angry.” His eyes rake over me and stop to appreciate my legs in this short dress. “I need those legs with your heels still on wrapped around me, NOW!” He lifts me up, and I have no choice but to obey his command. He kisses me hard and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I kiss back with equal demand, our emotions from our argument pouring into our kisses.

  “Wait,” I eventually break our kiss as he settles me onto the bed. “I don’t know if I have time for this. I am supposed to be on a panel session in ten minutes.” The travel time between rooms ate up most of my lunch break.

  “We will be done in five minutes.” He takes off my thong and drops it to the floor. He unbuttons his jeans and releases his massive erection. My mouth goes dry, and my hunger for food dissipates as all I want right now is him inside of me. He slips on the condom, moves my hips closer to the edge of the bed, and plunges into me. I gasp at the slight pain of not being wet enough to accommodate him. He slowly starts moving in and out while fingering me. The combination of his rough hands on me with the slow thrusting builds my desire.

  “Harder,” I pant, as I place my hands on his ass to bring him deeper. He removes his fingers from me and places both hands on my hips, bringing me back and forth against his cock. I replace his fingers with my own and continue to rub, my fingers matching the faster pace of his thrusts. I watch him watch our bodies come together, and I completely come undone at the sight of him throwing his head back and yelling out his release. He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him, not carrying that he is crushing my dress. When our heartbeats start to slow down to their normal pace, he lifts himself up to his forearms and moves my hair off my face.

  “If this is what make-up sex with you is going to feel like, then we are going to argue all the time.” I giggle at him, not knowing what we would even argue about after this. He pulls out of me, gets up, and brings his pants up to his hips.

  “See, five minutes.” He points at his watch and winks down at me. He grabs my hand to help me get up and hands me my thong. I make my way to the bathroom to freshen up, choosing to ignore the wrinkled state of my dress since I don’t have the time to iron. I give him a quick kiss goodbye, grab my purse and a protein bar to eat on the way, and run back to the conference center.

  11

  Five hours later, and I am finally done with day one of the conference. I come back to Cal’s place only to find it empty, a note left on the bed saying he got called in for wardrobe. I sit down, take my shoes off, and lay back against the bed. As I stare at the ceiling, I remember that I am supposed to call Robert back. With a groan, I sit up, take my phone out of my purse, dial his number, and lay right back down.

  He picks up, but all I hear is music and loud voices.

  “Helloooo…?”

  “JEN-NA!!” I pull the phone away from my ear as Layla and Robert scream into it over the background noise.

  “What are you guys doing?” I ask before I yawn.

  “It’s Malley night! We’re hanging with the hottest bartender in Chicago, drinking whiskey, and eating artery clogging food.” Malley is our nickname for O’Malley’s, our favorite neighborhood Irish bar that we congregate at every Wednesday to hang out and catch up. “What are YOU doing
?” Robert asks.

  “I just got back from the conference. I’m exhausted!” A nap might be in my future as I can barely keep my eyes open.

  “Hanging with mysterious, new men can be exhausting,” Robert smartly says.

  “What mysterious new man?” I hear Layla ask in the background.

  “Did you ever think I might be exhausted because I was up early preparing for one of the biggest crowds I’ve ever spoken in front of and had to be on my A game all day long?” I leave out the part of all the sex I have had.

  “Ooooh, you haven’t told Layla yet?” Robert laughs and Layla immediately takes the phone away from him.

  “What’s he talking about, Jenna? I’m about to get REAL jealous if Robert knows something that I don’t.” I hear Robert’s evil laughter in the background.

  “Sorry, Layla, I’ve been pre-occupied and he’s making a big deal out of nothing,” I reassure her.

  “Preoccupied with what? The conference?”

  “She’s been preoccupied with cock!” Robert yells in the background.

  “Have you really? Why haven’t you sent us any dick pics? I’m so disappointed in you.” Layla slurs.

  “When have I ever participated in sending dick pics? NEVER! That is yours and Robert’s pastime.” It’s shocking to me how many times a day these two send pictures of men’s penises back and forth between each other. That’s just not my thing to do.

  I hear lots of rowdy laughter and shake my head. “You guys are trashed.”

  “We don’t have Mother Goose Pruitt here to reign us in. Seriously, am I going to meet him this weekend?”

  “Possibly…” Cal and I haven’t really discussed what is going to happen once our friends arrive, so I don’t want to promise her anything.

  “Ha, Robert, I get to meet him and you don’t!”

  “That’s just fucked up. Layla, get both of them drunk, and when Jenna passes out, YOU take the dick pic and send it to me!” They both laugh hysterically at the naughty idea.

  “Alright children, I am getting off the phone. I love you both and will talk with you tomorrow. Please be safe and don’t get any STDs tonight.” I smile as I hang up on their laughter. I’m forever thankful for the close friendship that formed between the two of them. I don’t think they realize that while they were picking up the pieces of my shattered heart, they also were in need of each other.

  I plug my charger into my phone and set my alarm for tomorrow morning. I open my laptop to catch up on my emails, but soon the words start to blur and I fall asleep.

  “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

  I moan at the sound of his husky voice and reach for him, my arms wrapping around his strong torso. I inhale his shirt and smile at his intoxicating scent. I open my eyes and look up at him. His eyes look like dark sapphires in the dimly lit room. I suddenly realize how much I have missed the small moments of intimacy shared between two people. I squeeze him tighter, trying to ignore the sadness that invades me as I realize the temporariness of the situation.

  “What time is it?” I ask, wanting to distract myself from my current thoughts.

  “Almost 9 p.m.” He kisses me on the forehead and hugs me tighter.

  “What? I can’t believe I have been asleep for that long!” I give him an incredulous look, almost not believing that it’s that late.

  “You had a big day today and not a lot of sleep last night. I think we should order in, play a game of pool, and continue the exploration of our bodies in every room here.” He pulls back the covers, grabs my leg and wraps it around his hip so I can feel his growing erection.

  “Hmm, that sounds heavenly.” I bring his head down to kiss his lips as I am delighted that he does not want to go out tonight.

  “I will go get the menu. Be right back.” He leaves the room and I decide to get up to use the restroom to freshen up. After I finish, I walk back into the bedroom to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with a menu. He motions for me to sit on his lap, and we review the menu together. With our decision made on salad and pizza, he picks up the phone to call room service. While on the phone, he starts to unzip the back of my dress that I fell asleep in. I give him a mischievous smile over my shoulder as he kisses my back in between placing our order. He hangs up and rubs his hands over my back and shoulders, proceeding to give me a massage. I can’t help containing the moans of pleasure as he works on the knots in between my shoulder blades.

  “It’ll take about forty-five minutes until our food arrives. It’s time to shower.” He gently lifts me off his lap and takes me into the bathroom. He sets me down, turns on the water, and starts to undress me. I lift his shirt off above his head, and my hands are drawn to his rock hard abs. I move my hands over them and up to his nipples, which I rub with my thumb pads. As soon as we are both naked, he grabs hold of my hands and leads me into the shower. The shower is very large, with multiple shower heads and a bench. I sigh contently as the hot water covers my body and relaxes me. Cal grabs a wash cloth, pours body gel into it, and kneels in front of me. He starts with my left foot, lathering his way up my shin, going around to my calf, making his way up my knee and thigh. I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, his touch making me weak. He reaches behind my thigh and washes up over my backside, gently cleaning between my butt cheeks. Needing more of his touch, I bring his head towards my breast where he takes my nipple in his mouth. I cry out in pleasure as he sucks hard, his hands still busy washing over me and heading towards my right leg. He washes down my leg as his mouth continues to wreak havoc on my nipple. When he finishes with my leg, his mouth makes his way to my other nipple, while he washes the breast he just devoured. After he is done, he washes down my stomach and makes his way between my legs. As he gently washes my most sensitive area, I whimper out his name, my senses on complete overload from his hands and mouth. He gets back on his feet and starts to trail kisses up my body, his hand replacing the wash cloth and rubbing back and forth over my clit. He slowly stands up, his lips finally making it up to mine, and I throw my arms around his neck, crushing him to me. He plunges his tongue inside my mouth and my insides turn to liquid lava. I can’t get enough of him, each thrust of his tongue making me hotter.

  “Sit on the bench,” he commands and as soon as I do, he kneels down, grabs my hips and brings them to the edge. He lifts one of my legs up over his shoulder and heads toward my core. His mouth continues where his hands left off, and I am withering in desire. My hands look for something to hold as my body begins to shake with anticipation. Not being able to take any more of his tongue’s attack on my clit, I arch my back against his mouth and scream out my release. I have to physically force his head away from me in order to catch my breath and calm down, my sex too sensitive for his continuous touch.

  “I want more of you,” he says seductively, kissing the inside of my thigh, up my rib cage and back to my mouth. I halt our kissing to find the washcloth and pour more body gel on it. I lather it up and look him in the eyes.

  “It’s my turn now.” I give him a flirtatious smile and continue kissing him as I start to wash his back. I move the washcloth over his right shoulder, down and back up his arm. I move it in between our bodies to wash his chest, switching the cloth to my other hand as I wash his left shoulder and arm. We continue to kiss, and then his mouth moves across to my ears and down my neck. I bring the washcloth back to his chest, where I wash over his nipples and with my free hand, lightly pinch the other one I am not washing. He nips at my neck and groans. I alternate sides and then trail my hands down to his erection where I wrap the washcloth around it and squeeze. He groans and thrusts against my hands. I move the cloth over his balls and cup gently.

  “Stand up,” I insist and when he obeys, I drop the wash cloth, grab his cock with both hands and look up at him as I take him in my mouth. He tangles his hands in my hair as I take him deeper. I slowly lick up his shaft, twirling my tongue around his tip, and start to suck. When I taste his pre-cum, I move him in and out of my mouth faster
.

  “Fuck Jenna,” he hisses, as his hips start to thrust faster. I look up at him to see his head thrown back, mouth open as he is on the verge of climax. I rub his shaft faster while licking and sucking harder, enjoying the power of knowing I am making him feel this way.

  “I am going to come,” he warns, and I take him as far as I can to the back of my throat. When his body starts jerking with his release, I grab his ass and squeeze while sucking and swallowing as he finishes in my mouth. As soon as he is done, I release him and he leans against the shower wall to catch his breath. I stand up, grab the shampoo, and start washing my hair. I rinse my hair and when I open my eyes, Cal is watching me, his eyes raking over my body, and I see he is getting hard again. I squirt some shampoo in my hands and lather his head with soap.

  “We probably should finish up and get out, as the food should be here soon,” I say, kissing him one more time before I put conditioner in my hair. We finish washing ourselves and get out of the shower to get dressed. He throws on a white t-shirt and some pajama pants and looks just as sexy in those as he does a suit. I rummage through my pajamas and realize that while I bought new sexy undergarments, I did nothing to improve my pajamas. Hearing a knock on our door, I settle on a tank top and pajama pants. I get dressed and join Cal in the dining room for dinner.

  “You’re really bad at this game,” I tease, two hours later as we play air hockey, and I am winning, 6-0. After we stuffed our faces with pizza and beer, we attempted to play a round of pool, but the game ended quicker than expected with Cal taking me from behind as he claims watching me bend over with a pool stick was too much of a distraction for him. You would think we would be tired, but sex has only fueled our endorphins, so I challenged him to a game of air hockey. I scored six goals quickly as he seems distracted again.

  “Do you miss your ex-husband?” he casually asks. So shocked am I by his question, I let my defense down and he scores his first goal. “Looks like it will not be a shut out for you now.”