As she left the bathroom, she’d given me a ton to think about. My body was gagging for that hunk, but my brain was trying to be smart.
I wondered which one was going to win…
*****
Hugh
I spotted the gorgeous, dark-haired waitress from the very first second that the party started. I immediately knew that I wanted to take her home, and I knew that I would end up doing so because I always got what I wanted.
But then I had to do the rounds chatting to the other guests, and she had to work, and I completely lost track of her.
It was only when I went looking for her once more, to ask her out, that I’d spotted her talking to and laughing with Guy, my friend and business rival. I knew in that moment that all was lost. He was handsome in the muscular rugged type of way, and extremely charismatic. The opposite of me. I was good looking too, but in a more understated, preppy way, and I was quieter than him too. Sure, I was just as determined and successful, and I did always get my way, but I didn’t go about it in the over-the-top fashion that Guy did.
I wouldn’t be able to compete now that he’d stuck his claws in.
As soon as I saw my mystery woman talking to him, I knew that she’d never be mine – not that night anyway. I would have to come up with another method if I wanted her too. It wouldn’t be tonight, but I was sure that I could have her at another time.
And as I watched her blush at something he said, a steely determination took over me that I absolutely would have her. I would do everything within my power to make her desire me, to make her crave me.
I stalked away and quickly found my personal assistant to send him on a mission. I adored my PA; he was great at this sort of unexpected task. He never asked questions, or judged me; he would always just do as I asked. I knew he’d get this job done, and I trusted him implicitly.
Tonight however, I would have to settle for growing increasingly jealous and pissed off at the thought of Guy and her together. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, and I decided that the only way I could deal with that was by getting stinking drunk.
“Whiskey,” I growled at the barman, just as I saw Guy walk away from her, having just handed her his card. “Double. On the rocks.”
*****
Guy
As soon as I received a text from little Miss Marceline, I knew that it was game on. I’d known that she would meet me from the boat, that she would agree to a drink, and that we would end up back at my townhouse. I could just tell by the way her eyes had lit up at the sight of me, and by the way she’d shone as I spoke to her. She liked me, a lot, and for that I was glad.
We met up again as planned. But I had no idea how much I would like her! She was so much more than all of the usual airhead women that I slept with. We were usually just using one another – me for their bodies, them for the life that I might turn around and offer them – but Marceline was different. She wasn’t just sexy and sweet, she was incredibly intelligent too. She captivated me for her mind and spirit, as well as her rocking body.
We’d just had a long conversation about opera, and now we were discussing classic literature. She challenged me in a way that I hadn’t been challenged for a very long time, and I liked her all the more because of it. I found myself wanting to know everything that there was to know about her – which was weird, because normally I stopped as soon as I knew their names.
I could tell that she was growing to like me more and more too, because she becoming increasingly comfortable and happy with me.
After our third tumbler of champagne, I finally leant in and pressed my lips against hers. I’d wanted to do it for an extremely long time, but this moment just felt right. It felt perfect.
She responded shyly at first, as if she wasn’t quite sure what she should be doing, but she soon lost herself – kissing me hungrily and passionately, sparking emotions inside of me that I hadn’t felt for a long time.
I pulled back for a second, just to look at her. She looked raw, exposed, and all I wanted to do was devour her completely.
My brain was telling me that if I really liked this girl, then I should take it slowly, but then she groaned in pleasure and my resolve went out the window.
Our clothes shed in a blur, and soon we were both completely naked and entwined on the sofa. I did wonder if Marceline always moved this quickly – she certainly didn’t seem the type – but quickly pushed that thought aside. It didn’t matter, if something was ever going to become of this then it would anyway – regardless if we slept together now or not.
I trailed my fingers up her thighs, feeling her gasp and wiggle beneath me. As I finally found her hot, wet opening, and pushed my fingers in to explore that, her body buckled beneath me, making me feel like the sexiest, most powerful man alive. Her gasping and panting heated up my belly, and I claimed her once more with my mouth while I explored all that she had for me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. I started to experiment, to see what worked for her. I ran kisses down her body, finding her nipples with my teeth. Clearly, she was becoming overwhelmed with all of the sensations, because she couldn’t grasp her breath for long enough to reply. Her nails digging deeply into my back told me all that I needed to know.
Then, as I flicked my tongue over her breasts, she totally surprised me by reaching out and grabbing onto my thick length, running her fingers up and down it. I lost myself in her touch for a few moments, just closing my eyes and letting her play with me, but it quickly became too much.
“Stop.” I panted, pulling her off me. I wanted to feel all of her before the night was out. “Not yet. Too close.”
I watched her face intently as I teased her entrance. She wanted me, badly, but she didn’t want to ask for it. She was trying to stay composed, but her facial expression occasionally broke, giving her away. She wanted me, desperately.
I gave her a funny little smile, hoping that she was feeling all the raw but pleasant emotions that I was.
Then, just as I was about to thrust, just as I thought I had her all worked out, and that I had her totally under my control, she shocked me once more by flipping me onto my back, and sliding down onto me in one smooth movement.
As she grinded on top of me, her head tossed back in pleasure, I realized just how truly gorgeous she was. As her dark hair cascaded down her silky white body, it took all that I had not to lose it right away.
It wouldn’t be long, but I wanted to make the most of this woman while she was here…
*****
Marceline
As soon as I woke up the next morning, I wondered what the hell I’d been playing at. I never slept with guys like that on the very first date, ever. But there had just been something so attractive about Guy, and I’d found myself unable to resist.
I’d wanted him so damn badly, but now, in the cold sober light of day, I was more than a little embarrassed. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made a mistake, so before he even woke up, I grabbed my things, got dressed and called a taxi to pick me up. I probably could have walked, but I didn’t feel like doing the walk of shame. I just wanted to be back at my home, where I could shower and sort my head out in peace.
As the taxi pulled in to my street, I couldn’t help but marvel at the difference – it was like Guy and I lived on different planets. He had more luxuries than I’d ever seen, and I had a basic, tiny one bedroom apartment. I wasn’t jealous exactly – after all I’d worked hard for all that I had – but I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take me to be able to afford even a quarter of what Guy had.
As I stepped into my home, I let out a breath that I hadn’t even realized that I was holding. And that was the moment I checked my phone to spot a message from Dominic, which I listened to immediately.
“Marceline,” he snapped right away, sounding stressed. “We’ve already been offered another job, and I really need you to work it. Please call me back so I can give you the address.”
I le
t out a deep sigh as I considered this. I was shattered, I had coursework that needed to get done, and I really didn’t want to do this, but I needed the money badly to keep on top of things, so I couldn’t really turn it down.
I was already a little behind on bills this month, and if this job was right then it could really help me with that.
I rang him back, already planning on jumping straight into bed as soon as the phone call was done.
*****
Hugh
My plan had come together perfectly. Or more, my PA’s plan. There was a small gathering going on in my back garden, but I didn’t care about any of those people. None of this was for them. It was for her. She was here – the pretty waitress – and tonight she would be mine. I had no doubt about that.
I was aware that she’d likely slept with Guy the night before, but I wasn’t concentrating on that. This was more about me finally getting her. I could get past all of that, because as soon as she was with me I was sure she would like me better.
“Hey,” I called over to her as the music got turned up once more. “Come here.” I wasn’t going to give the opportunity for anyone else to get their hooks into her. Not again. The party had only just started to kick up a notch, and I felt like that was the perfect moment for me to make my move.
She tentatively stood by me, waiting for my instructions. I couldn’t help but smile at her, wanting her to relax.
“Enjoying the party?” I asked.
“Erm, sure,” she lied, clearly hating it because she was working. Of course she wasn’t enjoying herself – what had I been thinking asking that?
I changed the subject. “You look nice in the uniform,” I said. A blush filled her cheeks, which made her look cute, but somehow sexy at the same time. She really was beautiful! I couldn’t resist, so I leant in and whispered into her ear. “I’d like to see it on my bedroom floor.”
She squealed excitedly, before trying to calm herself down and return to being professional, so I took the opportunity to run a finger along her thigh. When she didn’t instantly pull away, I knew that I had a shot, which made me smile smugly to myself.
Her boss quickly called her away from me, but that no longer mattered. I’d secured it. Tonight she would be mine, I was certain of it. All was good. Now, I could relax and enjoy myself.
But I didn’t. Not really. I kept my gaze trained on her the entire time.
As the evening rolled on, and people began to leave my party, I knew that it was time to make my final move before she left too. I found her in the kitchen talking to another waitress. I indicated silently that she should follow me. She blushed brightly and snuck away, as if we were sharing a juicy secret. A clandestine affair.
The thought of that seemed to make it more exciting for her, and it did me too.
As soon as we got into a hallway where we were alone, I pulled her in for a kiss, not bothering to waste another second. I started off slow, tender and kind of romantic, but as soon as she started to respond, moving her body closer in to mine, I began to move faster and more passionately.
She felt great pressed against me – all petite and adorable – and I never wanted her to leave. But just as we were really getting into it, she jumped backwards as if she’d been shocked.
“I’m sorry, I…” she stammered, he hands waving about in a panic as she stepped backwards. “I can’t.”
“Why?” I snapped, feeling angry. I’d done all of this for her, I’d been so sure that it was going well, so what was the problem? Why was she rejecting me now, when we were so damn close?
“I just…”
And then I realized.
“It’s Guy, isn’t it?” I nodded before she even answered, of course it was. “It’s because of Guy.”
“How do you know about him?” she panted breathlessly, turning white with the realization that I knew what she’d done the night before.
“I saw you,” I answered simply, half shrugging one shoulder. It was bad enough that she’d slept with him, but did she have to like him too?
“Why him?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “Why not me?”
The guilty expression that filled her face, showed me that she didn’t totally want to reject me, which I struggled with a little.
But then, as if by magic, another genius idea filled my mind.
“Wait here,” I muttered. I stomped out into the garden, informing everyone that they needed to leave immediately. I was done with them now, they’d served their purpose.
Then, once I was alone in my garden, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed an unexpected number…
*****
Guy
“Hello?” I asked in a confused voice, speaking to a man that I hadn’t for a while – Hugh Bounty.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Hugh. I did, a lot, but things had become difficult for us over the years.
We’d been friends for a very long time. We were particularly close in business school, but when we’d both gone into the same industry to raise our billions, and things had started to become strained.
It was difficult to maintain a friendship when such a strong competition was in the equation.
We hadn’t fallen out or anything, it was just… different now. Both of us were equally successful, but we couldn’t quite get our old friendship back. We ran in the same circles, and were civil to one another, but I wasn’t sure that we could ever be us again. It was a shame, but I couldn’t see what could be done about it.
“Guy?” he said. He sounded a little distressed. “I need you to come over.”
“Why?” I asked, bemused. He never invited me to his home anymore – this was too out of the blue not to be something strange.
“Just come,” he begged. I sat in silence for a few moments, waiting for him to speak again. I wasn’t about to be tricked into something stupid. I needed at least some information before I agreed.
There was silence, but then he conceded.
“It’s Marceline.”
Those words sent shock racking through my body. How the hell did he know Marceline, and what was he doing with her?
And why did he need me?
“What do you mean?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair, totally and utterly stressed.
“Just come,” he repeated. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I simply got into the car and drove to his townhouse as fast as I could.
*****
Marceline
In that hallway, Hugh had asked me to stay, even though everyone else was leaving, and for some reason I had agreed. But I had no idea what we were doing here. We were just sitting, awkwardly looking at one another. He wouldn’t say anything to me, and it was getting a little weird.
“Can I…?” I started, moving out of my seat, but he quickly shot me down.
“Just wait,” he said, interrupting me. I shifted backwards once more, feeling like moving would be a huge mistake.
Luckily, at that moment, there was a knock at the door, breaking the tension that was heavy in the air. As he walked out of the room, I blew out some air, wondering what was about to happen next.
I wasn’t scared by all of the oddness, I was just confused. What was Hugh planning?
But then he stalked back into the room with Guy in tow, and my heart started to dance all over my whole body, the fear finally creeping in. Whatever I’d expected, this wasn’t it. Sure, I’d acted a bit out of character – sleeping with one man one night, and kissing another the next – but I hadn’t expected any comeuppance from it. Just a bit of guilt maybe.
Now, I was being confronted with the pair of them, in what was quickly becoming the most awkward moment of my entire life.
“Erm…” I was panicking now, wondering what I could say to make it alright.
“Now, Marceline,” Hugh started in a serious tone, as if he were about to begin a business meeting. “You like me – I know you do – and you like Guy too.”
“Errr…” What did he expect me to say to that? Hum
iliation radiated through me and I began to feel extremely uncomfortable. This was edging further and further away from normal, and I had no idea how to bring it back.
“We both like you a lot too; I think that much is obvious,” he continued, completely stunning me into silence.
They did? It was?
“So, it’s time that you choose.”
“Choose?” I gasped, throwing my hand over my mouth in surprise. “What do you mean?”
Could he possibly mean what I thought he did? He wanted me to choose which one of them I liked best? These two men were hot, wealthy businessmen who could have anyone in the entire world. Why did they seem to be fighting over me? I was just a plain Jane nobody, worth nothing!
What the hell was going on?
“I mean we don’t want this to become a fight,” Hugh clarified, trying to help me understand. “Let us know which one you like and that can be the end of it. We’ve known each other for a long time. Yes, we’ve had our ups and downs, but we’re adult enough to not fall out over this.” He sent Guy a look, who nodded curtly as a reply.
Hugh was saying all of this as if it was simple, and maybe it should have been. I knew that I should just say Guy – I did like him and we’d already had sex – but there was something about Hugh that intrigued me too, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready to dismiss him yet, either.
“I… I don’t know,” I finally admitted in a stammer, looking up at them both, hoping that one of them had a solution. Because I sure as hell didn’t.
*****
Hugh
As soon as she said the words I don’t know, I knew I had to up my game. It meant that she was interested in me as much as Guy, and that was enough to excite me.
This may have started off as something of a competition in the beginning, but now it had become something more. Marceline wasn’t just any girl. I liked her a lot, and I was getting the feeling that Guy did too.
Okay, admittedly there was a part of me that did want to win over Guy, but I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t just use this woman and toss her aside. I wanted to date her, to wine her and dine her; I wanted her to be mine. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since I’d first laid eyes on her, and now I needed to act on that.
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