“I don’t know.” I shook my head and turned to look at his face. I watched as he took his thumb and sucked it. Then he lowered it back to my asshole and rubbed it gently. He rubbed my asshole and then down to my clit and back. My legs buckled every time he touched my clit and my nerves were on high alert as his thumb trailed back and forth. I didn’t say anything as he continued teasing me. He then reached his fingers in-between my legs and his fingers played with my clit before entering me. I groaned as I felt a small orgasm shake my body. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed his cock with my juices. He pushed me forward and rubbed the tip of his cock along my slit to my butthole. I groaned as his cock rubbed against my clit and I pushed back into him, hoping he would enter me.
“Hold on, sweetpea.” He kept teasing me and then I felt the tip of him at the other entry. I froze as he slowly entered me. It was a weird and different feeling. I felt strangely aroused by the feel of him in a place I’d never had a man before. He groaned as he slid into me slowly.
“Fuck, it’s so tight.” He muttered and I felt myself grow wetter at how turned on he sounded. “Oh, Katie. Fuck. I’m going to cum.” He moved faster and faster and I gripped the bedsheets as he stole my anal cherry.
“Oh, Katie.” He shouted my name as he pulled out of me and entered my pussy again. “Oh, fuck.” He groaned as he slammed into me, his fingers holding my hips tightly against him as he fucked me hard. “Oh, yes.” His body shuddered as he came hard and fast, pulling out of me and spilling his cum on my ass and legs. I collapsed flat on the bed and he pulled me into his arms as he spooned me. I fell asleep with a small smile on my face, feeling sore and happy. He never had sex with Maria, I sang to myself, he can’t love her if they never had sex. And then I fell asleep.
The phone rang and woke me up, but I didn’t open my eyes. I felt content and happy as I lay in his bed. I was hopeful for the future now. Maybe we really had a chance. I had given myself to him freely and let him do things to me that I would never have let anyone else do that I didn’t trust. Deep in my heart I knew that everything was going to be okay. Everything had worked out for the best. My perfectly orchestrated idea had gone according to plan.
“Maria, what’s going on?” He whispered into the phone and I peeked at him through my lashes. “No, I’m not busy.” His words hurt me as I lay there, but I tried not to feel jealous. He didn’t love her, he hadn’t even slept with her, I had nothing to be jealous of. I had just given myself to him, trusted him, he would do the right thing.
“What happened to Harry?” His voice was sharp. “Oh my God.” He gasped. “No, it’s okay. I’m the boss. I’ll explain. I’ll be on the first plane home. Just tell him that daddy is on the way. Give him a big hug and kiss from me.” And then he hung up. I sat up then, my heart beating and my head pounding.
“What’s going on?” I spoke up and he looked at me in surprise.
“I’ve got to go. My son is in the hospital.”
“Your son?” My face paled as I stared at him.
“Yes, my son.” He turned away from me and started pulling on clothes.
“I don’t understand.” I spoke softly, but I wanted to scream, I thought you told me you never had sex with her.
“What don’t you understand?” His voice was annoyed. “I’m not a monk. I had sex. I wasn’t wearing a condom. My sperm swam. I now have a child.”
“But you said...” My words drifted off as he threw my dress at me.
“Get ready. We have to leave.” He walked out of the room and I stood up slowly, my heart breaking and my asshole a sore reminder of how once again he had screwed me over. I pulled on my dress and my shoes slowly. I felt numb inside and out. This was worse than before. This time I felt like I would never get over the pain. I was forever ruined by this man, this man that I both loved and hated.
“Come on, Katie.” He called out to me from the front door. “Let’s go.”
He drove me back to the hotel in silence and I jumped out of the car in a hurry, feeling like the world was about to end.
“Thanks for last night, Katie.” He called out to me as I walked away. “It meant a lot to me.” I increased my pace as I hurried into the hotel and it took everything in me to not turn around and tell him to fuck off when he told me he would call me.
Chapter 4
Meg felt awful that I had stayed in San Francisco because of her losing her job. She knew as soon as I arrived back looking like the creature from the blue lagoon that something was wrong. My eyes were bloodshot and I hadn’t even bothered combing my hair. I knew that I looked like a mess on the airplane, but I just didn’t care. As I walked into the apartment and collapsed onto the floor in tears, I felt like my life was over. I’d only felt this way twice before, and both of those heartbreaks had been due to Brandon as well.
“Oh my God, Katie.” Meg ran into the living room and fell to the floor to hold me. “What’s wrong?”
“It was horrible.” I sobbed. “Worse that I thought it was going to be.”
“So he recognized you?” Meg’s eyes looked worried.
“Yes.” I nodded. “Right away.”
“That’s good then, right?”
“He was going to propose to me.” I cried, the tears escaping me fast and furiously now as my body shook.
“What?” Meg looked shocked. “This weekend?”
“No, silly.” I stopped crying long enough to laugh for a few seconds. “He was going to propose the Christmas we broke up.”
“Oh, wow. I’m sorry, Katie.” She hugged me close to her. “That must have been hard to hear.”
“I slept with him.” I burst out. “And it was wonderful and I thought he still loved me, but I don’t know that he ever really did.”
“What? Of course he loved you.”
“He’s engaged.” I jumped up and hit my hands against the wall. “He’s engaged and I still slept with him. I feel so dirty. I can’t believe I let him hurt me like this again.”
“It’s not your fault.” Meg didn’t try to stop me from hitting the wall, but rather she stood there waiting for the moment she needed to hug me again. “Did you tell him about… you know?” Her voice trailed off, and her words ignited more pain in my chest. A pain that had been long buried and we never spoke about. I shook my head slightly and turned towards her.
“I don’t know how I’m going to face him at work tomorrow. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I cried out. “I hate him, Meg. He used me. He made me feel cheap. Even cheaper than when he dumped me outside Butler Library. I know I lied, but I didn’t do it maliciously. I didn’t do it to hurt him.”
“He’s obviously got other issues, Katie. I mean, he is starting to sound like a bit of a psycho. Let’s be real here, you never really knew him. You didn’t even date for a year. It was a whirlwind relationship. He was your first love, and he’s turned out to be a jerk.”
“Why would he treat me like this?” I sobbed. “He has a son.”
“Oh.” Meg’s eyes widened and she held my hand.
“He told me he never even had sex with his fiancée, but they have a kid.”
“Are you sure it’s hers?”
“She’s the one that called him and told him that his son was in the hospital. As soon as she called he forgot about me. He dismissed me, like I was nothing. And then he casually thanked me for the fuck.”
“Oh, Katie.” She shook her head. “If you don’t want to go back, you don’t have to. We’ll figure something out. If I’ve got to break into my trip fund, I will.”
“No.” I shook my head vehemently. “You’ve been working on that fund since you were ten years old. I’m not going to let you use that money on rent.”
“I’d rather do that than have you face him one more time.”
I squared my shoulders and wiped my tears away, while taking a few deep breaths. “Thank you, Meg.” I squeezed her hands. “I’ll see how I feel in a few days.”
“So you’re not going back to work?”
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p; “Not tomorrow, I’m not.” I sighed. “Let him fire me if he wants. I’m going to go in the shower now.”
“Okay, I’ll be out here if you need to talk.”
“Thanks, but I’m feeling pretty tired. I’ll probably just go to bed.”
“I’m going to start looking for new jobs right away, and not just law jobs. I’ll take anything. Just so we can pay our rent.”
“Thanks, Meg.” I smiled at her gratefully and walked to the shower in defeat. It was over. It was definitely over. Every hope and wish I’d had in the last seven years was gone. Brandon Hastings and I were never going to get back together again. I slipped my clothes off and got into the shower, allowing the scalding hot water to burn my back and hopefully wash some of my sins away. There were so many things I regretted about our history together. So many little pieces that I would have changed. I thought back to his phone call and started crying again. He had a son. A baby boy that was probably his pride and joy. A child that he loved with all his heart. A child that came first in his life. And it broke me. After everything, it was the news that he had a child that finally broke me down.
***
“Hello, can I speak to Ms. Raymond, please?” a snooty-voice asked as I picked up the phone.
“Speaking.” I sat up in my bed and put the ice cream tub to the side, not wanting it to fall over while I was on the phone.
“Ms. Raymond, this is Priscilla calling from Marathon Corporation’s HR department. You haven’t been to work in three days, and you haven’t called in, so we wanted to make sure that everything was okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“Then why are you not at work, Ms. Raymond?” Her voice was harsh and I knew that if she could, she would fire me on the spot.
“I don’t know what to say.” I replied honestly and laughed about what her reaction would be if I told her the truth. I slept with the CEO, who’s my ex, found out he was engaged and has a son and he broke my heart again. Oh yeah, and I also let him fuck my asshole. Win for me.
“Will you be coming in tomorrow, Ms. Raymond?”
“Doubt it.” I grabbed my spoon and dug into my Ben & Jerry’s. I needed a strawberry cheesecake ice cream fix.
“Ms. Raymond, I have to tell you that...” She paused and I heard some whispering in the background. “One moment, please.”
“Katie.” His voice was silky and smooth and my heart flipped.
“Brandon.” I replied softly, the ice cream in my spoon long forgotten as it dripped onto the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating ice cream.” I replied automatically and he laughed.
“Come in to work tomorrow, please.”
“I can’t.” My voice shook.
“I need you on my team, Katie. Please come into work tomorrow.”
“You hurt me.” I whispered. “I don’t want to see you again.”
“Fight for it, Katie.” His voice was urgent. “You worked so hard to get this job. Are you really going to throw it away?”
“I don’t know what to do. I hate you.”
“Think about what you really want.” He paused and then continued. “Think about what’s in your heart and fight for it. Don’t just walk away again.”
“What are you talking about?” My tone grew angry.
“I hope to see you tomorrow.” His voice was soft now. “I hope you’re the warrior princess I always thought you were.” And then he hung up. I lay back on the bed with my eyes wide and my heart beating fast. I was shivering even though it wasn’t cold. I closed my eyes as I remembered the last time he had called me his warrior princess. It had been a Saturday, and we’d gone to lunch at some cute chic restaurant in Soho. We’d shared a salad and a sandwich and had been playing footsie under the table. I’d been going on about some new book I’d read—I think it was A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, so it wasn’t actually new, just new for me. I had never really studied much history, so I had been fascinated by the history of relations between France and England. Brandon was a bit of a history buff, so he’d been telling me about Louis the Fourteenth and his wife Marie Antoinette when I saw the manager of the restaurant run outside and start berating two young boys who were going through the trash can at the curb. The two boys looked tattered and dirty and had taken food out of the trash can to eat. Without thinking, I jumped up and ran outside.
“What’s going on?” I asked the manager, and noticed that one of the boys was crying.
“These two thieves are going through the trash. They need to leave.”
“Thieves? They look like they’re seven or eight.” I shook my head. “And they are stealing rotten food. I bet they’re hungry. Are you boys hungry?” I gave them both a warm smile and they nodded slowly. “You should be giving them something to eat, not chasing them off.” I glared at the manager.
“I’m not encouraging these hoodrats.”
“Everyone is a human being and should be treated with dignity and respect.” I glared at him, my voice getting louder.
“What’s going on out here?” Brandon’s arm slid around my shoulder and his voice sounded concerned.
“These two boys were going through the trash for food because they’re hungry and he won’t let them take the scraps.” My voice was passionate. “I think he should be getting them food from the kitchen and he’s not even letting them take the food in the garbage.”
“I have a business to run. I can’t feed every Tom, Dick, and Harry for free.” He glared back at me.
“These are kids.”
“I don’t care.” He turned around and walked back into the restaurant.
“Wait here with the boys.” I looked at Brandon and then hurried back into the restaurant. “I’d like to order four sandwiches, with four bags of potato chips, and four cookies and four bottles of water.” I marched up to the manager. “And I want them STAT.”
“Excuse me?”
“If you don’t want me to start shouting and letting everyone know how greedy and uncharitable this restaurant is, you will get them ready now.” I spoke calmly. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for the food.”
He stared at me for a few seconds but then turned around and put in the orders. I smiled to myself at my small victory and walked back outside with the bags of food as soon as I had them. The boys had huge smiles on their faces as they stood there with Brandon, and even wider smiles when I handed them the food.
“Thank you.” They grinned at me and Brandon and then ran off down the road. I watched them with slight worry. What was going to happen to them once the food was gone?
“You got them food.” Brandon pulled me towards him. “I’m so proud to be with you, Katie. You spoke up for those boys like a warrior princess and then you went back and got them food. You’re everything I want to be when I grow up.”
“Oh, Brandon.” I giggled as he kissed me. “I guess reading this book about inequality in France all those years ago and witnessing how it still goes on has gotten to me. Little kids shouldn’t be searching for food in the streets. There is something wrong with that in a country where we have so much and people are literally throwing good food away. Yet, those two boys aren’t even allowed to rummage for the leftovers. It’s wrong.”
“I completely agree.” He kissed the top of my head. “Never change, Katie. Never stop being my warrior princess.”
I sat up in bed as I remembered that day. I’d been a different girl back then. I’d been fearless. I had believed that nothing could or would stop me from achieving all of my dreams. My life changed after Brandon broke up with me. But it wasn’t his fault that I had lost a part of myself. I had made those decisions. I was the one who was in charge of my destiny and life. And he was right. I had worked hard in college and grad school to get a job like this. Granted, this particular company had offered extra perks, but I still wanted it. I still needed to prove myself. I had let Brandon win the game once before. I wasn’t going to let him win again and kick me off of the board. I jumped off of t
he bed and walked to my closet. I was going to go back to work. I was going to leave all my personal feelings at home. I was going to show Brandon that I was the warrior princess that he let get away.
***
Life is a funny thing. I went back to work the next day and Brandon wasn’t even there. All the pep talks I had given myself weren’t even needed. I felt tense almost all of the day until my immediate boss told me that Brandon was out of town. I didn’t ask where, or why, or with whom. I was starting to realize that the less information I knew, the better it would be for me. The next day he wasn’t there either, and then it was the weekend. By the time the next Monday rolled around, I was feeling more confident and sure of myself. Maybe he felt bad about what he had done and I would never have to see him again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I sang along, with the song on the radio that one of the secretaries was playing, as I went through the sales figures from the previous week.
“Good morning, Katie.” Three simple words that stopped my heart. I looked up slowly and my eyes gobbled him in. He looked so smart and debonair in his navy pinstripe suit, with his crisp white shirt.
“Good morning, Brandon.” I nodded and smiled quickly. He walked into my office and closed the door.
“It’s good to see you.” His eyes surveyed my face, but I wasn’t sure what he was looking for.
“It’s good to be back. Sales are going great. Thirty-five percent increase over last year.” I mumbled on about work, hoping that we would keep it professional.
“I noticed.” He sat down in the seat in front of my desk. “You’re doing a great job.”
“I’m trying.” I nodded and looked down. “How is your son?” I groaned inwardly as the words slipped out. Why was I doing this to myself?
“He’s fine.” His eyes shone brightly. “Thanks for asking. He fell off of his bike and hurt his knee. Maria overreacted and took him to the hospital.” He shrugged. “I guess her maternal instinct kicked in.”
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