It was over a decade ago when he first met Victoria. And it has been five years since he saw her last. After his term, he decided not to run for office anymore. His mother passed away, so no one will badger him about becoming a senator like his father, and he decided to focus on working as a criminal lawyer for FBI.
Perhaps, that was the reason why Elise divorced him. She was born to be a politician’s wife and she just couldn’t take when her husband decided to be a lowly public servant.
Or maybe, Elise left because he was one cold son of a bitch who dreamed of a red-haired witch who got stuck in his mind.
Victoria was serious though. When she said she won’t see him, she really didn’t. She even left town, damn her. But he heard she was back. So he’s here, wanting to see her. Even if it was possible that she didn’t want to see him. He was one huge ass, after all.
He’s been nursing his second bottle of beer for more than an hour now. He would have ordered his favorite bourbon but it was possible that, when she arrives, he’d be roaring drunk already.
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“Hey,” he called out to the bartender. This wasn’t Mike Leigh anymore, Victoria’s brother who pounded on him ten years ago. But he was just as big. “You know Victoria Leigh?”
“Everyone does, but-” he answered, busy wiping the counter with a dry cloth.
Right. But that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “They still own the place, right?” he cut in.
The younger man nodded, but still offered no answer.
That pissed him off a bit. “What time will she be here?”
“Not sure, man.”
“When did she get back?”
“Just yesterday or the other day, not so sure, man.”
“Would you know if she’s coming by today?” he continued.
At that, the bartender looked at him, a bit wary. “Why would you be asking?”
Damon thought about what he was going to say. Although only a very few people knew of their past liaison, all that thanks to Victoria, he didn’t want people to suspect that they did now. After all, he is quite well known nowadays. “I’m an old friend,” he supplied.
This time, the younger man came closer until he was right in front of him. His eyes widened a bit, in recognition, Damon knew. But he was used to that. He was once the mayor, after all.
And then the skin on his nape prickled when he heard her voice. It was unmistakable. That was Victoria’s voice except it was sultrier, sexier now.
“Hey Chris,” she greeted the bartender. “Fish and chips, two shots of Scotch and a Bud, please.” she told the bartender, then to someone else, “We can stay there-”
Damon angled his head. Seeing her for the first time after such a long time jolted him. It’s the same fiery red hair, the same sharp green eyes, the long length of her… Even the white sleeveless top and ragged denim shorts are the same. But she’s different somehow.
There was an air of newfound sophistication about her. Yes, she had that now despite the faded, tattered shorts she wore. She was confident before, but he figured that was put on because she didn’t have enough financially and some people looked down on her. But now, she moved with poise and real self-assurance.
And then he noticed the tall, blonde man beside her. He had his hand at the small of her back, offering a chair for her. He was saying something while he did that and she laughed. They continued to talk but he couldn’t hear what they were saying. And he can only see her back. The guy tucked a curly lock at the back of her ear, looking at her intently.
That gutted his insides, somehow.
But that’s expected, he admitted. She’s a very attractive woman, after all. Men would always be after her. This man with her could be her boyfriend. He may have been her first but this one is the most recent in a long line.
“There’s Mrs. Chandler,” the bartender murmured, pointing the bottle opener at Victoria.
“What?” The question came out as a whisper.
“Victoria Chandler. That’s her. You were looking for her, right?”
Victoria, married? Then that could be her husband, Mr. Chandler? When the fuck did this happen? He tried to rack his brains although he knew he wouldn’t have known if she did get married. He had his life to live and he really didn’t expect her to go on pining for him.
But at one point, he did. He had hoped that she would fight for him. That was a stupid idea, but he wished that she would have argued with him when he told her that he was getting hitched to rich, cold bitch. He wanted her to get angry at him, slap him, and tell him he was unfair.
But she didn’t. As if he didn’t matter to her.
“Hey, man.” the bartender called out to him again, breaking his reverie. “You OK?”
He nodded. Then he took out a couple of bills from his pocket and laid it on the bar. She’s married. There is nothing for him here anymore. He glanced back at where she was sitting and saw her profile. Now that he’s got his fill, he should leave.
And that was exactly the time when Chris, the bartender, called Victoria.
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“Hey Mrs. C, drinks here. Fish and chips will follow.”
Victoria got up to get the small platter placed on top of the bar. Although she has not been working in the bar for a few years now, she treated this as her home and didn’t allow the waiters to serve her.
If she wasn’t busy talking to her friend, Leo, she would’ve cooked the fish and chips and got the drinks herself.
As she walked towards the bar, Victoria’s gaze honed in on the tall, dark-haired guy who was getting up to leave, and the small hairs on her nape began to prickle. She couldn’t see his face but she recognized the stance and the width of the shoulders. She will recognize that man anywhere in the world.
He seemed to have felt that someone was staring at him so he turned his head to look at her. Although she stopped breathing all of a sudden, the air fairly sizzled around them – like it used to do before when they were together.
“It’s been a long time, Vic.” she heard him say, after some seconds ticked by.
She thought she said, “Hi!” back but the look he gave her – that heart-stopping grin with the sharp glint in his dark grey eyes – said that she stood there, staring at him like a half-wit.
They probably stood there for quite a long time because the next thing she knew, Leo’s arm was around her, and he was telling her something.
“What?” she asked in a small voice, absent-mindedly.
Leo’s mouth pulled at the corners and then turned his head to Damon. “Hey, I’m Leo.” he started, offering his hand to him.
Damon shook it firmly, “Damon Ronsard.” And then he moved his gaze back to Victoria and noticed that the shocked face which turned pale earlier was now returning with color. She seemed to have forced a smile. “Hello, Vic.” he greeted the second time.
“Hi,” her voice was edged with frost. “It has been a long time.” she added, remembering what he said earlier.
“I figured you knew each other from before,” Leo butted in, stepping closer to the bar and getting the large plate of fish and chips. “Hey, maybe you’d want to come and sit with us for a while.” he offered.
That got him a jab in the stomach with her elbow. “But the mayor would have too many things to do.”
“Oh, you’re the mayor, are you?”
Damon shook his head, his gaze never faltering from Victoria’s. “Before, not anymore,” Then he turned his attention to Leo. “Sure, I’d love to join you.” And then he pulled a chair from another table.
It surprised him that this man would invite someone else on his date with Victoria. If he was in his shoes, he would never want to share her with someone else at all.
“She’s very tight-lipped about this side of her life at work, you know-” he confided in Damon, winking at Victoria. “I sure would love to hear from her friends from before.”
Victoria sat back down on the chair which, she noticed, Damon pulled out for her. A S
outhern gentleman to the core…
Although she tried to prevent it, the ice crept in her voice. “He and I knew each other a long, long time ago when I was too young to know any better.” she added the last part jokingly. She just hoped she succeeded.
And it was true. Sure, she convinced herself that a rich, handsome Ronsard would never be with a poor little Leigh, however pretty and smart she tried to be.
When he said years ago that he was going to get married, it hit her bad. She tried to live with it, telling herself that was life. That was expected. She even continued her affair with him, her subconscious thinking that he might just change his mind. But he didn’t.
She decided to meet up with him the night before his wedding. She didn’t know why she did that. Maybe half of her wanted to tell him what she really felt and ask him not to do it. However, the realistic side of her nagged that it was impossible and that she should be contented with one last night with him.
“Hey, Ronsard.” she had greeted him with a sensual grin while she leaned back at the side of his car.
Damon knew that smile very well. He glanced down at the tan-colored cotton coat she was wearing and suddenly got excited when he saw her nipples harden beneath the cloth. She didn’t have anything under the coat. Her green eyes glinted when she saw his erection.
She leisurely untied the knotted belt around her waist while she stared at him. He, on the other hand, was fixated on her hands. He knew that, when she wanted to slow down, they had to slow down.
But his patience was thinning. He roughly shoved her hands away from her belt and untied the knot himself. The coat fell open, revealing her black, lacy panties. She wasn’t wearing a bra. His breath hitched in his throat, his eyes went straight to the beautiful mounds and his mouth watered.
His hand slipped inside the coat, cupping one firm breast in his hand. His other hand pulled hers so that she can feel his erection. She smiled at that as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
“I don’t know why this amazes me,” she started, curling her fingers around his thick, long shaft. “It seems bigger every single time.”
There was pre-cum on the tip of his penis. Victoria knelt down and licked it, making Damon groan. She then played with his balls while her mouth opened wide to take him in. It was always difficult doing this as she could accommodate only half of his penis. But she stroked the rest up and down as she did him with her mouth.
His hands went on to fondle her breasts, plucking the nipples a bit hard, just as she likes it. Her moans were enough to make him come in her mouth but this isn’t what he wanted. He wanted more – to be inside her.
Damon pulled her up and then turned her around so that she was facing the hood of the car. He pushed her head down so it touched the hood while her arms splayed wide. He yanked her panties down.
It got ripped on one side, but neither cared. He knelt behind her, peeking underneath to see her glistening cunt. He started to lick it with his tongue, enjoying her sweet juices. She screamed then and tried to cut it. But she couldn’t control her whimpers when Damon inserted two of his fingers insider her channel and continued to play with her clit with her tongue.
“Baby you’re so fucking tasty,” he said in between licks.
“Please, Damon, fuck me! Fuck me now!” she pleaded – although the last part sounded so much like an order.
He laughed, slowly easing one more finger in, readying her for his thick cock. “You don’t like this, huh?”
“Please, please, please…” she whimpered.
He couldn’t wait as well, so he stood up, pushed one of her knees up the hood of the car and squeezed his thick penis into her. With her legs spread so wide, she can feel the air floating around her, teasing the exposed folds with the coolness and that disoriented her a bit.
He thrust his cock and it went all the way in. Because his finger while still playing with her clit, she immediately felt the climbing spasms in her stomach. So that meant she was so close to climax.
As he pumped into her, his mouth latched on her neck while his other hand closed on her breast, squeezing the nipples hard. He heard her cry out his name and he groaned in response. He thrust a few times and then came inside her.
Victoria went limp, sobbing on the hood of the car. Damon pulled is pants up, fumbled in his pockets and clicked his car keys. When it beeped open, he carried her inside, at the back of the car and let her lie down.
He saw that she was still weeping. “Hush, baby, hush…” he crooned as he took her in his arms.
She wiped her eyes dry and made up a reason for her tears. “God, that was amazing,” she said instead. Her heart was being pounded into tiny pieces – into powder, if that was even possible. She wondered why it was beating so hard when she was slowly dying.
His grin was quick, but his eyes were haunted. As if he knew and cared about what she was going through. “Vic,” he started, wanting to comfort her by saying something… But the only thing she wanted to hear was that he won’t get married tomorrow.
However, she was too much of a pragmatist to believe that that would happen at all. So she smiled at him and took his still hard cock in her hand. “One more.” she said, a wicked gleam entering her eyes.
“Vic-”
She shushed him gently. “No. No talk. I want to feel today.” And she demonstrated that by pushing him down and slowly licking his still thick and hard cock from the base and up the head.
When she got home that night, she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, she saw on the local news that the heir to the Ronsard fortune and son of former senator, Damon Ronsard, married the stunning, only daughter of restaurant entrepreneurs Jill and Martin Downey in a lavish garden ceremony. They invited the most affluent and famous people in the state. The reporter interviewed the wedding planner and she said the Ronsard family spent almost half a million for everything.
Victoria decided right there and then that she would leave and start a new life for herself. Doing that, forgetting Damon Ronsard, was the only thing that she can do to keep her sane.
***
“Are you alright, Victoria?” she heard Leo ask her.
She looked up from the glass of whiskey in front of her to Leo. He was smiling but his expression held concern for her. “It would seem that I’ll just have one drink tonight,” she said jokingly.
“Well, that’s new.” he noted with sarcasm, at which Victoria snickered at.
When she took out a pack of cigarettes and slipped one out, she could feel Damon’s gaze riveted at her.
“When did you start to smoke?” he asked with a bit of derision in his voice.
Leo butted in at that, “Since forever.”
“Really?” he said, turning to Leo. “She never smoked before.”
“Oh, yeah?” Leo asked in great disbelief. “Ever since I worked with her, she’s had two packs in her bag.”
“That’s because everyone else would ask me for one stick every now and then and it’s just too much of a hassle to buy another when we’re in the middle of something.” she answered back. And that was proven when Leo took a cigarette from her pack. “See?”
“That will kill you.” Damon interjected.
Victoria shrugged. “Life’s too short, anyway.” she answered, trying to sound indifferent when she was wholly pissed at him. But seeing Leo’s reaction, Victoria sensed that she did not sound very blasé at all.
Despite that, she didn’t care at all, she thought to herself. So she lighted her cigarette and took a long drag.
She can feel Damon’s gaze boring into her, but before he can say something, Leo started a conversation about politics. “Ronsard? Wasn’t there a senator before named Ronsard?”
He nodded. “That’s my father.”
That specific conversation went on for about thirty minutes in which Damon observed that Victoria finished her shot of whiskey, got up for a higher refill in the bar and smoked three and half cigarettes.
She
really has changed, he thought. The rest of her was better but this habit of her was not at all good. He learned from Leo that Victoria is a theater stage manager and is now just on vacation because they just ended the 8-month run of their last stint which staged in London.
Although he did not know what a stage manager was, Damon was very proud of what she did. Traveling around the world, and from what Leo hinted at, earning a lot, was something that people in their small town did not think was possible for her to accomplish.
When she stumped her cigarette on the ashtray and was about to get another one out of the pack, his hand covered hers.
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