Heartbreak Warfare

by Jessica Marin

  13

  I think there is something seriously wrong with this dress,” I tug at the sleeves of the copper sequin dress that Layla picked out for me. After the men left for their training session this morning, we went to our spa appointment and decided that we needed some retail therapy after deciding that our outfits for tonight are unsatisfactory.

  “I will show you mine if you show me yours. Open up!” Layla knocks on the dressing room door, and I unlock it for her. My mouth drops open at the vision that enters.

  “Well, hello, boobs! Your nipples are barely being covered!” She is wearing a sky blue long sleeve dress, with a very deep v neckline that showcases her voluptuous breasts. The dress then flares out past her hips and down to her ankles. She looks angelic, in a very naughty, sexy way. “You look beautiful,” I tell her sincerely, wishing she would believe me, knowing that she won’t. Strangers have always come up to her, telling her they think she is beautiful, but because of her curvaceous size, she dismisses every compliment thrown her way. Only the people in her inner circle know her lack of self-confidence as to the outside world, she wears the mask of a strong, confident woman.

  “If this dress doesn’t hypnotize Sean into fucking me, then he most certainly bats for the other team,” she laughs while pushing her boobs up. After the initial shock of being in Sean’s presence wore off last night, Layla tried her hardest to get him in her clutches. But we all fell asleep watching a movie after indulging in too much delicious food and flowing cocktails.

  “Cal thinks Sean has found someone, but for some reason, won’t go into details with him about her.” Cal told me this morning after I wondered out loud if Layla and Sean hooked up since she slept in his bed with him. I don’t want her to get disappointed if she gets zero response from him sexually.

  “That would explain how he didn’t even get hard from me trying to give him a hand job then. Enough about Sean, what is wrong with your dress?” She makes me turn around to see why the dress keep falling off my back. “Silly, you don’t have it zippered all the way up.” She zippers it up, which stops right at the small of my back and looks at me in the mirror. “Damn, you look hot, Jenna.”

  The color of the dress brings out my eyes and the golden highlights in my brown hair. While the dress is short and shows a lot of my legs, it is the back of the dress that is the most revealing part.

  “I don’t know about this dress. It is super short, and I can’t even wear a bra. Doesn’t it look a little 1980’s-ish?”

  “80’s clothing are coming back in style, but this doesn’t have the shoulder pads. It does come with a built-in bra, so bounce up and down to see if your boobs pass the dance test.” I obey, and we laugh at how ridiculous I look. “You didn’t poke yourself or me in the eyes, so you pass! This is THE dress, Jenna. Your legs look killer in it and one look at the back and Cal is going to want to fuck you from behind.”

  He already did this morning. I blush at the memory and avert my eyes from her stare.

  “I don’t know how you two made it out of bed this morning with the way he was looking at you. Please tell me you plan on keeping in touch with that fine specimen of a man?” She unzips the dress for me so I can get back into my regular clothes.

  “I have no idea what I’m doing,” I sigh. “We haven’t even exchanged phone numbers, and I think it’s best we don’t.”

  “Why not?” She looks at me as if I’m completely crazy.

  “What’s the point, really? He’s an actor who’s working on his career, is never in one place at the same time, and gets to kiss beautiful women for a living. I don’t want to compete with that.” I expect her to argue, and am pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t. I thought long and hard about this after another mind blowing orgasm he gave me and couldn’t quite figure out how we would keep up a long distance relationship, which is something I don’t even want, not to mention if he would even want. I have been doing so well these last couple of months on working at making myself stronger, both mentally and physically, that getting into a relationship with someone like Cal and it not working would completely ruin all of my hard work.

  “Will you at least start dating again, because happiness looks really awesome on you.” She squeezes my shoulders and looks at me with hope. She’s always looking out for me.

  “I will if you will.” I give her a pointed look, and she rolls her eyes at me. She always deflects from her own single-hood, claiming she is happy being a ‘man-eater’ instead of having someone who loves her again in her life.

  “C’mon, it is time to find the perfect shoes to go with our dresses.” We get dressed, pay for our purchases and continue shopping.

  Six hours later, we are back in the villa getting ready for our big night out. We stop at Layla’s room to get her things so we can get ready together, and do each other’s hair and make-up.

  “Remember that guy in Fort Lauderdale who tried to hit on you by saying he was a baseball player, only for you to call him out because you actually knew of the player he was impersonating?” We start to laugh hysterically at the memory of the guy’s shocked expression when I called out his lie.

  “What about the guy in Cancun who came all over himself from the hand job you gave him on the dance floor at Señor Frogs? He had to walk around with that wet patch on his khaki pants for the rest of the night,” I recall, which throws us into another bout of laughter.

  “Stop making me laugh or I will pee all over this floor.” Layla stops curling my hair to bend over to help prevent from peeing.

  I giggle as we hear a knock at the door. Sean enters with another bottle of champagne to refill our empty glasses with.

  “Ladies, how much longer do we think we are going to be, as you look magnificent just as you are,” he asks, as he pours our drinks, his charm flowing as quickly as the champagne into the flutes.

  “Why do you keep trying to get us drunk before dinner? You know I am a guarantee, baby!” Layla winks at him and takes a sip out of her refilled glass. Sean laughs and shakes his head.

  “We should only be about twenty more minutes.” I look at my watch to see we have forty minutes before our dinner reservation, which means we can probably add another ten minutes to our getting ready time.

  “Good, because Cal is getting impatient to see you after hearing all of this laughter and something about hand jobs.” He gives us a wink and exits the bathroom.

  Twenty-five minutes later, we are ready to go. I’m about to walk out of the room with Layla, but remember that I forget to put my new earrings on. I tell her I’ll meet her in the living room, and I go back into the bathroom to find them. I put them in my ears and turn to look in the mirror where I see Cal watching me from the doorway.

  “Hey!” I jump and turn around to face him. “You’re lucky you are so sexy, otherwise this scaring me thing would be creepy.” Tonight, he looks dangerously sexy dressed in a tight charcoal grey sweater, with black pants that do nothing to hide his muscular thighs. The darkness of his clothes combined with a day’s worth of hair growth on his face makes his eyes look like the blue of the hottest part of a flame.

  He doesn’t say a word as he makes his way towards me, his gaze starting at my peep toe ankle boots, up my legs, past the dress, and in the mirror to see the revealing cut out showing off my back. When his eyes do reach mine, they are so heated with desire that I immediately clinch my thighs together from the need that is building. He pulls me into his arms, places his hands on my exposed back, and slides them down. He cups my ass and pulls me into him so I can feel how hard he is.

  “Can you feel what you do to me?” My breath catches, and I watch his lips slowly descend upon mine. His kiss starts slow, tantalizing. I tease his lips with the tip of my tongue, and am rewarded with entry into his mouth. I can’t help the moan that slips out as I start to rub myself against him. He keeps one hand on my ass and moves the other hand up my spine and into my hair, holding my head so he can thrust his tongue deeper. So lost am I in his kiss that I don’t
feel my legs moving backwards as he pushes me toward the counter. He hoists me up, and I immediately wrap my arms and legs around him, bringing him as close as I can get to him. The hand that was previously on my ass snakes up my thigh and pushes my thong aside to tease my clit with his fingers. I lightly bite down on his lips when he pinches my bud. He growls and kisses me harder, while inserting one of his fingers into me. As he starts to pump his finger in and out of me, I vaguely hear Layla’s voice trying to interrupt us.

  “All right you two, ENOUGH! We have to get going. You can finish this in the bathroom at the club.” Cal breaks our kiss to look over his shoulder at Layla. I hide my face in his chest, mortified that my best friend just caught us, but needing something to muffle my gasp as he pushes his finger higher into me, not caring that she is there.

  “Just to warn you, Layla, that Jenna will not be out late tonight.” He slowly removes his finger from me and puts my thong back into place. I whimper into his sweater as he swipes my clit with his thumb one last time. I try to catch my breath and peak up at him. His stare is so intense that I have to bite my lip to keep back the moan that wants to slip out, my body wishing he was back inside of me.

  “Well, calm your dick down and let’s get going then. Two minutes and if you’re not out, I will send Sean in here to carry you out.” With that threat, she leaves so we can get ourselves together.

  “If you don’t stop biting your lip like that, we are not going anywhere.” I quickly release my lips and smirk at him. He gives me one last hard kiss before helping me off the counter. I smooth down my dress while he washes his hands and splashes his face with cold water. While he dries off, I reapply my lipstick and grab my purse. Once we’re ready, he grabs my hand and we leave to join Sean and Layla.

  By the time we finish dinner and get into the club, the dance floor is packed with people moving to the music of the famous resident deejay. We are escorted to the VIP booth upstairs where the waitress swoops in on our table with alcohol provided by Layla’s company. With Layla’s permission, Sean invites a couple of other people from the movie set, so our booth gets very crowded, most notably with more good looking men. I am sandwiched between Cal and Sean, people watching, and sipping my drink while Cal talks with his stunt double, who looks nothing like him. When he introduced us, I couldn’t help but keep looking between the two with a puzzled expression on my face.

  “It isn’t about the face, but the body,” Cal educates me and was right that their body types were almost identical. Sean’s stunt double looks more like him than Cal’s did. Both men good looking in their own way.

  As I look out into the crowd to find Layla, I start to notice all the women who slowly walk by our table, hoping to catch the eye of the famous Hollywood actors they are now recognizing. The men sitting at the edge of our booth start to take notice and decide to stand up to talk with the ladies, while Cal and Sean are oblivious to the stares. Some of these women are drop dead gorgeous, and my mind wonders to how many one stands Cal has had if all the women he encounters look like this. Stop thinking, as it doesn’t even matter, Jenna.

  The music changes to some dance songs I recognize, and I stand up to look for Layla, who has been talking with the manager of the club for quite some time now.

  “Where are you going?” Cal tugs on my hand, pulling me into his lap.

  “I am going to find Layla to dance with me,” I say in his ear in order to hear me over the loud music.

  “I don’t want you going on that dance floor without me.” He leans in and kisses me.

  “Why?” I try to focus on what I am asking, but his kisses along my neck are distracting me.

  “Because you are beautiful and men are going to be all over you.”

  “I highly doubt that with the caliber of women who are in this club tonight. You just haven’t noticed yet.”

  “I don’t need to notice when I have the sexiest one of them all.” He captures my mouth before I can answer. He cups my face with one of his hands and starts penetrating my mouth with his tongue. We make out like teenagers, not caring who is watching us. I finally break our kiss when I hear whistles from his friends, and I meet Cal’s gaze with my own, my mind trying to come out of the fog that his kisses put me in.

  “Keep looking at me that way, Jenna, and I will take up Layla’s suggestion of fucking you in the club’s bathroom.” His hand starts rubbing up and down my back, his touch and the thought of him inside me causing me to shiver.

  “Jenna, they are playing my jam! Get your ass over here and let’s go dance!” Layla arrives back at the table and holds her hand out for me. I grab Cal’s face with both of my hands and kiss him one last time before I get up to join her. As I take her hand to lead me away, I look over my shoulder at Cal to see him staring intently at me, not listening to a word Sean is trying to tell him. I give him my best sexiest smile before I turn back to follow Layla down to the dance floor.

  With the dance floor packed, we take a spot at the edge of the floor and start to dance. I look up to where our booth is to see Cal, Sean, and their stunt doubles standing up and scanning the crowd. Layla and I wave, and I see Cal’s face soften slightly from his intense glare at trying to find me in the crowd. As we continue to dance and enjoy our old school dance music, we don’t notice at first that we are being forced into the middle of the dance floor. When the deejay plays a tune from Britney and Will.i.am, the crowd goes wild and more people enter the dance floor. Layla and I are now pushed up against each other and as I look around, I suddenly notice that we are surrounded my men, staring at us like vultures circling their prey. I look back up to our booth to signal for help, but see no signs of Cal or Sean watching us anymore.

  “Looks like we are surrounded,” I yell into Layla’s ear as she has yet to notice since she’s so engrossed in the music. I start to feel a hand on my hip, and I remove it while glaring at the man behind me. He holds up his hands and mouth’s ‘sorry’ and dances away.

  “Let’s find another place to dance.”

  “Where?” We look around as people are dancing right at the edge of the booths now.

  “I don’t know, but you have some major creepers behind you,” I say, not liking the looks the men are giving Layla as they watch her boobs bounce up and down while she dances.

  “I see reinforcements coming in behind you, so we’re good.” As soon as she says this, I am grabbed from behind by my waist and slammed into a hard chest. I don’t need to look behind me to know that it is Cal. Sean walks around me and gets behind Layla, while their stunt doubles flank us on either side to make our own little box. We all start singing to the lyrics and swaying together to the music. I push my ass into Cal’s crouch and purposely start to dance seductively against him. Surprisingly, he’s able to keep up with my dance moves, which turns me on even more. I start to slide my hands down his thighs and wrap them around his hamstrings, pulling him closer to me. His one arm stays wrapped around my waist, while his other hand wraps around my hair and pulls, bringing my head back against his chest so his lips can claim mine.

  I turn around in his arms to deepen the kiss, my body demanding that I bring him closer. I slide my hands in his back pockets and squeeze his delectable ass. Our dancing slows to swaying, and eventually our bodies stop moving as our tongues continue to tango with each other. His hands have resumed their earlier position of being in the back of dress, alternating between rubbing and squeezing my backside. I slide my hands in between our bodies to rub his hard erection in his pants.

  “We’re leaving NOW!” he commands in my ear. I nod and turn back around to Layla, who gives me a thumbs up, indicating she knows where we are going and is good with it.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” Sean yells, and I mouth a thank you to him as I hug her goodbye.

  “See you in the morning,” I say in her ear and she kisses me on the cheek. “Please be safe and don’t do anything too crazy.” She salutes me as Cal takes my hand and starts leading me off the dance floor.


  We head straight for the valet and take one of the hotel cars back. We sit close together in the car, making an appearance to be just looking out the window at traffic. What the driver can’t see in his rear-view mirror is where are hands are, caressing and stroking each other, making promises of more to come. Fifteen minutes later, we are back inside the villa. No words are said as Cal leads me to his room, shuts the door and locks it.

  Our clothes can’t come off fast enough, our hands and lips crashing into each other until we are completely naked. Our hunger for each other is so insatiable that no foreplay is necessary as he lays me down on the bed and as soon as I wrap my legs around him, he is inside me. Each thrust taking me higher into my own stratosphere. I look into his eyes as I come undone, my orgasm so intense that I feel like I am exploding. As I wrap my arms around him to hold him tighter, I slowly drift back into my body, never wanting this feeling to end.

  14

  The night seems to stay young, time moving slowly so we can spend it talking, laughing, touching. We finally close our eyes as the sky turns pink, the promise of sunshine imminent. My alarm goes off in the late morning, and Cal orders lunch in while I pack. We take one last shower together, staying in there so long that our lunch gets cold from being untouched. Once we get out, we eat in compatible silence, making small talk here and there. I leave him at the table once I am done to finish getting ready. Layla and Sean slept in my old room in order to give Cal and I privacy, so I text her to let her know Cal will be escorting us to the airport, and we’ll pick her up at the front of the hotel. I zip up my suitcase, take one last look around and leave the room. I enter the living room and come up short by the presence of a young woman sitting at the table, shuffling through some papers. She looks up and smiles at me.