Five minutes later, we walked into the luxury suite. I peeled off her coat and tossed it in the chair.
“How long have you dated her?” she stepped over to the minibar.
“She’s not your girlfriend, because if she was, she’d never have left you and I alone. I know I wouldn’t.”
I shrugged off my coat, swiped my hat off my head, and threw them onto the chair.
Sitting on the tan sofa, I peered at her. My elbow dug into my knee as the side of my face rested in my palm.
“Nope she’s not my girlfriend.”
Vicky strutted toward me in her designer black stiletto boots. She placed a vodka on the rocks in my hand and sat beside me. Vicky was my fucking weakness. And she knew it. Sipping the harsh drink, I peeked at her from the corner of my eye.
“What have you been up to?” She sipped the spice rum.
I placed my low-ball glass on the table, then pulled her leg into my lap. “You do realize these aren’t winter boots?” I unzipped the tall boot that hugged her calf.
“I’m aware, Zander. They’re cute.”
I smirked, sliding the boot from her foot, and dropped it to the floor.
“Zander.”
“Don’t, Victoria.”
Her mouth fell open. I unzipped and slipped off the other boot.
“You know I love you.”
I slipped my fingers through my long hair that brushed my shoulders. “No, I don’t. I made up with your brother over Thanksgiving break.”
“He told me. Hayden also said he asked you to come over for Christmas dinner and you declined.”
“I spent the holidays alone on Venice Beach.”
“Oh, you went back.” She tucked her legs under her bottom.
“You said the last six months was difficult for you. Shit, it was fucking unbearable for me. Wasn’t the smartest idea to travel to the place where my heart was shattered.” I glanced at her.
“Just because I am here doesn’t mean, I will fuck you. Not going to happen. I am trying hard to move on.”
She snickered. “Ok, Zander.”
I cupped my hands over my rising cock.
“You scored big last season in football.”
I nodded. Swiping up my drink, I sipped slow.
“I’ll tell you about Summer. We met at a frat party last month. She wants to become my girlfriend. She’s been patient. Most times we sit in silence. Or she’ll sit at my desk and study. She asked would I allow her to heal my broken heart. I told her I doubt anyone can heal it. She climbed in my lap, kissing me…”
Vicky rose, pacing in front of the large window over looking the city of Princeton.
“Summer attempted to slip her hand in my pants…”
Thrash. My eyes shot to the wall. The lamp shattered and the tiny pieces hit the floor.
“Fuck you!” She roared, clenching her eyes shut, tears spilling over her red cheeks, dropping to her knees.
I hurled over the coffee table, falling to my knees pulling her into my arms.
“Fuck, I hate how vulnerable you make me.”
My lips pressed against her temple. “Vicky, I didn’t fuck her. I couldn’t. Owen, Hayden, and I sat around talking about school over Thanksgiving break. I lied and said I was having sex with a few girls. How could I when my heart belonged to you?
The football star wasn’t getting pussy, because he’s fucked up in the head. Sitting in the presence of other women thinking about the woman he can’t have.” I talked about myself in third person.
“Now here we are. You won’t admit to your family you want to be with me. I realize before I offered for us to become a couple in secret. But I don’t think I can do that anymore, Vicky.”
“I hate not having you in my life.” Scooping her up into my arms, I carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed.
“Did you eat lunch?”
“No.”
“What time did you eat breakfast?”
“I hadn’t eaten in a few days.”
“Shit, Vicky.” I stepped across the room, rummaging through her luggage for a T-shirt. I peeled back a layer of clothes. My eyes widened. She kept my T-shirt and carried it with her. Not sure she wanted me to know she had it. I hid the shirt under a stack of clothes and grabbed one of her T-shirts. I stalked into the bathroom and ran hot water in the tub and placed the shirt on the marble counter.
“I’ll order room service while you’re taking a bath.” I sat at her side.
“Vicky, I won’t leave you.”
She grabbed my hand. “I want us to be a couple. Here and at my school. We can travel together. But we can’t reveal our relationship to our families.”
“You mean, to your family. My mother has known for years I liked you. Owen and my father know too.”
Vicky gaped. “Owen, knows?”
“Yes.”
“My mother is the only person who doesn’t know,” she said.
I squeezed the bridge of my nose. “Let me get this straight. You want to be my woman in secret. For how fucking long, Vicky?”
“I don’t know. My brother forbid us to be together. Remember? He said I would wreck your friendship.”
“It’s too late for that. Our friendship hasn’t been the same since early last summer. At this point Vicky, I don’t give a shit who knows.”
“He’s my brother.”
“And he’s my best friend. So, what I’m just supposed to look him in the eye every time we hang out and lie about fucking other women. No, I won’t do it. I want true love, marriage, kids, a dog…normal shit. Not to live in secret with my best friend’s sister.”
She sank into the bed, staring into space.
“Vicky, I want all of this with you.”
“What, really?”
“God, Vicky, you know that. Who else would I want to spend the rest of my life with? Not to mention I’ve been in love with you for years. I will consider us becoming a couple. But I won’t wait forever to marry you. So, you better pick a year, we’ll sit your family down and reveal our relationship. If you paint me into a corner, I’ll tell them myself.”
She shook her head. “Ok.”
“Your bath is ready.”
I sat on the sofa, tossing around the idea of us in my head. Do I want this woman that bad; I’d be with her in secret? Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back.
Soft lips melted against my neck. Her wet, peach scented hair dangled under my nose.
My eyes fluttered open. “What are you doing? I told you, no dick.”
Her fingers grazed over my abs. “You’ve worked out harder since you went off to school.”
“Yup.”
She slid her hand into my sweat pants, setting my cock free.
“I love being with you, Zander.” She nibbled my earlobe. Vicky grabbed my hand and slipped my fingers into her pussy.
“Look how wet I am for you. No man in this world has that effect on me.”
I removed my hand from her pussy, swaying her hips. “I didn’t bring any condoms, Vicky.”
She caressed my face. “Zander, I’ve been on the pill since I was seventeen. I’ve taken it to regulate my period.” She devoured my lips, gripped my cock, and slid her wet pussy down my shaft.
“Fuck, I missed this dick,” she moaned.
“It’s only me and you,” Zander.”
Her addictive pussy, slid up and down my bare cock.
Squeezing her ass, I bit her neck. “Whose pussy is this?”
“It was always yours, Zander.”
My heartbeat thudded my chest. I couldn’t believe she admitted she always wanted me.
Circling her hips, I slammed into her. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
“No other man has ever been inside me unprotected. I wanted to give all of myself to you. Oh, shit.” Her eyelids hooded.” I’m coming, Zander.”
Our eyes locked and I caressed one of her breasts as I came deep inside her.
“Fuck,” I gritted out.
Anger fell over me. I hadn’t had h
er in six months. She was the only woman I wanted.
“On all fours.”
Her eyebrows wrinkled.
“Now!” I growled.
She did as she was told. I stood on my knees behind her, slamming into her pussy. My eyes shut briefly as I held my position. I quickened my pace. Six months, I fucking moped around all because I lost the one woman I fucking ever desired.
“Oh, shit, Zander! I’m coming again.” Her ass grazed my palms as her face brushed back and forth against the chenille sofa.
“Not, yet. I loved you, Vicky. Last summer you should have made the decision to be with me. I didn’t want to be in the presence of another woman.”
My balls slapped her pussy with each thrust. Hovering over her, I gripped her hair, and clenched her earlobe between my teeth. “You’ve fucked me up. You make me crazy.”
“I can’t stop it.” Her body shuddered in my grasp.
“All those preppy fucks at Harvard will know you are my woman. Do I make myself fucking clear?”
“Baby, yes.”
Holding her limp, orgasm riddled body in my hands, I plunged into her drenched pussy. “No more fucking bullshit, Vicky. You’re my woman and that is fucking final,” I roared as I came inside her juicy fucking cunt.
She needed to pay.
I desired her.
Craved her.
She was my fucking undoing. And she knew it. Yes, I understand she said we were together now. But Vicky was slick. She’d try to keep us a secret to the entire world. I wasn’t having that shit.
Knock, knock.
I slid out of her pussy that was still milking the cum from my balls. I placed my cock back inside my pants.
“One minute,” I yelled.
Carrying Vicky into the bedroom, I kissed her lips, and laid her on the bed. I jogged to the door.
The room service attendant rolled the cart inside. His eyes darted toward the broken lamp.
I grinned. “Don’t worry we’ll pay for the damages. Thank you for bringing our meal. I placed a one-hundred-dollar bill in his palm.
“My pleasure. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to call.”
I nodded, and he disappeared out the door.
“Time to eat, Vicky.” I rolled the cart into the bedroom next to the corner table. The herb chicken smelled delicious. I’d eat later.
She strolled out of the bathroom toward the table. “Thank you.” Concern loomed her face.
I called the concierge and ordered two pair of jeans and two solid button-down shirts from the luxury clothing shop in the lobby. I requested they knock once, enter, and leave the clothes on the side table next to the door.
Leaving Vicky wasn’t an option. She was fragile. A hot shower was what I needed. I walked into the bathroom and discarded my clothes, before stepping into the large shower. Six shower heads unleashed scolding hot water against my sore muscles.
Football season was over, but I still had to maintain my weight, ensuring I was ready for next season. I trained every other day. I was finally settling into my classes in the second semester.
Turning my face to the ceiling, the water soaked my hair. A gush of cold air swept my body as the door opened. My eyes opened, landing on Vicky. Her head hung low.
“What’s wrong?”
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I slammed my fists into his chest. “You have the nerve to say I broke your heart. You broke mine,” I sobbed.
His eyes widened.
“You didn’t even say goodbye. How could you sneak out while I was sleeping?”
He grabbed my arms. “Vicky, how could I stare into those big beautiful blue eyes and say goodbye when I didn’t want to leave you. It was hard enough, standing at the foot of the bed, watching you sleep. Fuck, it killed me to leave you. It was your fucking plan to have sex. Not make love, which is what you asked for at the last minute,” he bit out.
“Do you know what it meant to hear those words? I felt strong and confident. I was the man you asked to please you. Being sated was an afterthought. There was no fucking way I could ever be sated. Shit, once I kissed your lips, I couldn’t settle for one kiss. The first orgasm I poured out of you only fueled my need to please you more. I became fixated, watching pleasure marvel that gorgeous porcelain heart-shaped face.”
He released my arms and pulled me into his muscled chest.
Six months ago, I awoke in a quiet beach house. Two little birds chirped outside the window. My lips curled upward. Zander’s side of the bed was cold. Maybe he was in the kitchen. I strolled through the airy contemporary beach house wearing only Zander’s T-shirt.
“Zander,” I called out. Walking past the empty kitchen, I stepped onto the balcony, gazing at the ocean waves. After combing the entire house, I realized he left without saying goodbye. How could he do that? He said he loved me. I sat on the floor leaning against the custom countertop, balling my eyes out. Deep down I knew it was my fault, but I needed him to share in the blame. We agreed our time would end before the fall semester began. I didn’t realize the intensity of my love for him.
Honestly, I wasn’t aware a man was supposed to take his time with you and put your needs above his. But each time Zander did just that. Gorgeous Zander I’ve watched grow up over the years. Girls always tripped over themselves just to get his attention.
He didn’t want them. Zander only wanted me. I thought it was a silly childhood crush he’d get over. Not a chance. Who was I kidding, I didn’t want him to get over his crush?
Zander didn’t join my family for Labor Day like he did in years past. He and Hayden weren’t speaking, so I wasn’t surprised. I contemplated texting or calling him so many times. But it was that old adage shouldn’t the guy call the girl if he really cared? By the end of September nothing. Cal asked to hang out. I thought it would be good to get out. Try dating again. It was awful.
Cal parked in the parking lot.
“Dinner was nice.” He cracked his crooked good-looking smile.
“Yeah, it was cool.”
He leaned over hugging me. I patted his back. Cal grabbed my ass.
“Hey what the fuck?” I shoved him back.
“It’s not like we haven’t hooked up before. I can come up and we can end this night right.” He flashed his sexy dimples.
Didn’t matter how gorgeous he was. He wasn’t Zander.
“We can end our night here. Good night.”
I hopped out of the car and walked to my dorm.
I returned home for Thanksgiving break. Hayden was cheerful. Singing as he ran down the stairs.
“Why are you so fucking happy?” I strolled toward the kitchen.
He threw his arm around my shoulder. “I’m hanging at Zander’s house tonight.”
My heart stopped beating. I had to pretend I didn’t give a shit. The tears were stinging the backs of my eyes.
“Oh, how touching you and wolf man made up.”
He chuckled, kissing my cheek. “Thanks for breaking it off with Zander. Now he and I can talk about the mad chicks were banging in college.”
For the first time, I wanted to punch my brother in the face and really hurt him. There were other times I wanted to hurt him growing up, but this time my fingers twitched.
“Whatever gets you losers off,” I scowled.
He snickered again. “Check you later sis.”
The second I heard the front door slam shut, I collapsed on the chair, dropping my face on the countertop, crying my eyes out like I was six years old.
I was deeply affected by this man two months later.
“Hey honey what’s wrong?” my father asked pulling me into his arms.
My body quaked against his tall frame. I clutched my dad tight as the tears poured like a tsunami. “I was dating a guy at school. Things went left, so we agreed to go our separate ways. I’m taking it a lot harder than I thought I would.”
He kissed my hair. “I promise it will be ok.” He stepped back, grabbed the box of Kleenex and d
ried my face.
“Thank you, daddy for listening.”
His blue eyes sparkled. “Any time sugarplum. Your brother flew out of here in a hurry.”
He opened the fridge, retrieving a bottle of chardonnay.
I was allowed to drink at home before I turned twenty-one. But since I turned the big two one in September, my father and I were drinking together now. It was cool.
“Yeah, he and Zander made up.”
He poured the wine into two glasses.
I sipped the wine.
“I have never known those two to argue in all the years they’d been friends.”
Staring into my glass, I gulped the wine.
“Me, your mother, and Zander’s parents were turning down the hall when we saw you dart out. Your mother called out your name. You didn’t stop. Zander and Hayden yelled so loud, Thatcher and I ran into the room to contain the situation.
Zander attempted to pull the wires from his chest with one hand, reaching for Hayden with the other. Zander shouted you can’t keep me from her. I love her. Hayden yelled I forbid it! I forbid it! My heart sank, and I glanced at Thatcher. We realized who they were arguing over.”
My stomach churned as I listened to my father.
“I shoved Hayden out of the room. I asked what they were arguing about. He said drop it, Dad. Hayden slid to the floor, holding his head in his hands. I hate her. I fucking hate her. She ruined my friendship. I sat next to him, pulling him into my arms. I told him, he and Zander would make up. Give it time. I never want to see her again. Then you disappeared. Hayden was worried sick about you. He may have been upset that night, but he loves you. I called Thatcher. I needed to see how Zander was feeling. He said he moped around the house then left.”
I rested my elbow on the counter, placing my face on my palm. There was no way I could make eye contact with my father.
“Thatcher called before the school semester began. He said Zander returned. It was funny because that was when you returned too. How long had you been seeing Zander?”
“Over the summer, we dated until Hayden found out.”
“We always knew he liked you. But you treated him like dirt.”
I shrugged. “It’s over now. I gave Zander up. Told him to promise to make up with Hayden. See we came to a mutual understanding,” I cried.
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