Sometimes it was very hard to listen to patients’ problems all day long when all I wanted to do was wallow about my own. I focused back on Lenny as he was talking about his traumatizing times at school.
“I remember worrying all day at school if someone was going to be there to pick me up. You know what a horrible feeling that is for a young child? My mother and father were so high, they didn’t give a shit if they remembered to get me or not,” Lenny said.
“I am sorry to hear that, Lenny. That must’ve been hard for you. Who would eventually pick you up?” I asked him.
“Usually my grandmother would be called and she would come. I always hoped one day she would adopt me but my grandfather never let it happen. He didn’t want to take on my parents’ problems,” He rolled his eyes but his face fell, showing how hurt he felt. “Like I am a problem. I was just a kid, for fuck’s sake.”
I nodded my head. I did feel for Lenny, what a rough hand he was dealt. Now it affects him as adult. He can’t hold a job for long due to his excessive drinking and tardiness, plus he just doesn’t seem to care about life. I have been trying to help him for years.
We finished our session 10 minutes later after practicing some guided imagery to replace his negative childhood thoughts. I also helped him develop a plan for the week- cut down on drinking and apply to at least 3 jobs. Hopefully, he would listen to me.
Thank the fucking stars Lenny was my last patient of the day. I was done. It was time to deal with my own shit. I was frustrated- sexually and emotionally. I needed to get laid and I needed to get laid soon. It’s been far too long.
I have never had good luck in love. Either the guy turns out crazy, doesn’t have good hygiene, has a girlfriend or better yet, a wife, or he simply just doesn’t take us seriously. I was tired of the dating scene and I wanted to finally settle down. Unfortunately, I didn’t see it happening anytime soon.
Maybe it was my size. I was a bigger woman, with lots of curves and soft, luscious skin. I may have more to love on my body but I worked it like no other. I had an hourglass shape that began with voluptuous breasts, a smaller waist, and curvy hips with an ass to grab. Not all men liked the bigger woman and I understood that but I was happy with who I was and didn’t want to change. I had gorgeous auburn locks that hung in natural curly waves down my back. My eyes were a deep brown and I had full, succulent lips.
Enough about me though- I had the confidence I needed to score a man, he just wasn’t out there yet. And I was getting tired of the bar scene, the club scene, and even the online dating scene. I was 29, getting close to 30, and over the partying stage or wasting my time on endless dates. I wasn’t closed off though; I knew there was still the possibility of that man I was looking for entering my life. At some point. Hopefully sooner rather than later. In the meantime, King, my trusted vibrator, helped fulfill my needs.
I got home and the silence that welcomed me was heaven. It is such a relief to not hear the endless noises that happened in an office. My apartment was cute and cozy. I had lived here by myself for about 5 years now, ever since I began my practice at Southeast Counseling. I rented an office space within the practice and worked for myself. Best decision I ever made in my career, getting myself out of the community mental health centers. They were slave drivers. Too many patients, not enough help.
My apartment was perfect for me. It was a small two bedroom, with an eat-in kitchen, decent bathroom, and a double living room with the French doors separating the two. I loved the look of the old Victorian apartments. I knew this was the place for me as soon as I stepped inside.
I popped in some leftover soup from the takeout I enjoyed with my mom last night, turning the microwave knob. I poured myself a glass of my favorite wine, pink Moscato, and after my food was done, I sat down at my table, grabbing a pad and pen. It was time to get my shit together. It was time to make lists and get focused. Fuck, I teach my patients this shit and I can’t help myself? But how can you even make a list for love?
Career wise I am fine. Personal life needs some work. I throw my head in my hands. I don’t even know where to begin.
Chapter 2
I woke up the next morning with a massive headache. I should’ve stopped at glass number three but number four was so tempting and delicious. I was quite buzzed after four glasses and don’t even remember much after sprawling on my couch, and then eventually making my way to my bed.
A list was never made but I decided I didn’t need one. Love will come to me eventually and a list certainly isn’t going to help that.
I was happy it was Friday so I could lounge in bed for a while. I didn’t practice on Fridays, always using it as my day to get errands done and finish up any paperwork from the work week. Tonight, I was meeting some friends for dinner which I had been looking forward to all week.
I wonder if there will be some delicious man to eye fuck tonight at dinner. I was craving a man’s touch fiercely. It’s been months since I had sex and I didn’t know how much longer I could last. A quick hook up may be in my future. I let my hands roam over my silk nightie as I fantasized about my night tonight. I got out King and turned him on, letting him brush against my sweet spot. I used my other hand to rub my breasts, squeezing my nipples. I could feel the desire pooling in my belly, getting strong as I threw my mind into my fantasy.
I would see him sitting across from us, glancing at me often, a sexy smile playing on his lips. He stood up and walked over to me, leaning down and whispering into my ear, “May I buy you a drink?” I smiled back at him and said yes, letting my friends know I would be back. Instead of leading me to the bar, he whisked me into the women’s bathroom, locking the door behind him. We ravished each other in that bathroom…
I came hard on my vibrator, my mind deep inside my fantasy. I lay there, satisfied and spent, letting the orgasm finish riding itself out. That was one of my best fantasies. One day, I would make that happen.
Dinner that night was at a delicious Italian restaurant and I was meeting my three girlfriends from college. We had all kept in touch since school ended. I made my way to the restaurant, weaving through the traffic. I turned the music up in my car, jamming out. I couldn’t wait for some food, my stomach was rumbling.
When I enter, I see my three friends sitting down. I head over and they all look at me, smiles growing on their faces. Sarah, my closest friend, stood and pulled me into a hug.
“Charlotte, so good to see you. I feel like it’s been forever!”
“I know,” I said. “Work is so busy!” I went around and gave Erica and Cheryl a hug too.
I sat down. “So how has everyone been?”
We all started chatting, catching up on each other’s lives. The drinks flowed and so did the food. Erica was the manager at a bank, Cheryl did marketing for a huge company, and Sarah was an editor. We discussed our jobs but more importantly, our love lives, or lack thereof.
“I had the best sex last night,” Erica laughed. “This guy went for hours, I thought only young boys did that.”
Cheryl was giggling uncontrollably. “That’s nothing girl, last weekend, this guy Eric had a cock that seriously went down to his knee. I am not fucking kidding you.”
My eyes shot up in shock as did Sarah’s. “Holy shit, did you get a picture? I need to see a picture!” I exclaimed.
“Hell yeah, I did! I wasn’t about to not document the biggest cock I have ever seen! And when it got hard, it was monstrous. I got scared, girls. It fit in about halfway I would say but damn, the man could fuck. And any time I wanted it deeper, there was always more cock to take in.” Cheryl wiggled her eyebrows and grinned. “I am still sore!” She laughed and pulled out her phone showing us pictures.
Sarah shook her head. “That is crazy but there is proof. Would you see him again?”
Cheryl nodded. “Of course! The sex was amazing. We are going out to dinner tomorrow night.”
I was slightly jealous listening to Cheryl and Erica discuss their sexcapades. I needed one of my own
. “I got nothing to report; my sex life has been nonexistent. Just me and King still.” We all laughed and Sarah nodded in agreement.
“I hear ya, girlfriend. All I have been having myself is Kong.” She chuckled and I couldn’t help but laugh. Kong was a funny name for it.
After the table had been cleared, we decided to hit a bar down the street. Drinks and dancing were just what I needed to unwind.
The bar was pretty packed. There were some hot men sitting at the bar. I offered to get drinks while the others went to find a table.
I slid up to the bar, squeezing in between two very delicious looking men. One turned to the girl beside him while the other turned to look at me. I could feel his eyes roaming over my body and then back up to my face. I flushed a bit at the feeling of being checked out.
“Hey there,” he said, “Can I get you a drink?”
I looked up at him under my eyelashes, fluttering them a tiny bit. I shrugged my shoulders, thrusting my chest a bit higher. “Sure, but you would have to buy for my friends too.”
He chuckled, a small smile playing on his lips. Damn his lips were sexy.
“Only if you will give me a dance.” He said while winking at me.
“Okay, that’s fair enough. I am Charlotte. And you are?”
“Max. Nice to meet you.” He said as the bartender came over to us. I ordered the drinks, including another beer for him, and then we walked over to the table the girls had snagged.
They glanced up at us, their faces looking surprised. “Hey guys, this is Max. He bought our drinks for us.”
“Oh thank you.” Cheryl said as she handed the drinks around the table. Sarah and Erica nodded in thanks as well. “Let’s toast to us!” Cheryl said and we all tapped glasses.
Max didn’t waste any time. “Enjoy your drinks, ladies! This one here owes me a dance.” He grabbed my hand and whisked me off to the dance floor, my friends watching us in wonder.
Max was a great dancer. I followed his lead as he grinded his hips into me. It was so seductive; I could feel Max growing hard against me. I pushed my ass into his erection, making him grind even harder. The music pulsed around us and the atmosphere was dark and dangerously sexy, I was lost in the moment. A few times, we stopped for another drink, doing some shots in between. Sarah had already called it a night but Cheryl and Erica were enjoying dancing on the floor with a couple of studs.
The alcohol coursed through me. I was pissed drunk. The wine at dinner and then the wine and shots here have gotten away from me. Next thing I knew I was riding in a cab with Max.
Chapter 3
I woke up suddenly, my heart pounding, not knowing where I was. I felt a wave of nausea hit me and I sat up, scanning the room for a bathroom. I made it just time, getting sick in the toilet.
I barely remembered what happened the night before, nor did I remember much of the sex. Max was still sound asleep in the bed and this must be his apartment.
I took a deep breath. Time for the walk of shame.
I quickly dressed, left him a note with my number, and sneaked out the door.
Phew. I definitely didn’t feel up to the morning after breakfast.
I took a cab to the restaurant from last night, thankfully seeing my car still parked there. I made it home and crawled back into bed. I felt like complete shit and needed to sleep my night off.
A few hours later, I had felt much better. Sleep, food, coffee, and a nice hot bath were just what I needed. Sarah was on her way over. She was dying for a recap of last night. And I was dying to tell her the decision I made earlier.
Sarah entered the apartment in a flurry, kicking the door shut behind her. I had the left the door unlocked for her knowing she loved to bust right in. She set down the take out and wine on the counter; my stomach wasn’t so sure about the wine.
Sarah turned toward me, her eyes darkening. “Spill it, girlfriend.”
I laughed. She tried to look menacing and sexy all rolled into one but it didn’t work out that well. “Well from what I can remember, I went home with him and we had sex. I remember bits and pieces but a lot of it is hazy. I know I had an awesome time at the bar, all of us dancing like fools.” I grinned and continued on. “But then next thing I knew, I was in a cab with him and then we were having sex. When I woke up this morning I had no clue where I was and I got sick in the bathroom. I’ve been pretty hung over all day. But it was worth it, I enjoyed getting it on with a man. At the same time I am not satisfied.”
Sarah glanced at me, a concerned look etched across her face. “You? Not satisfied? What to do you mean?”
I shrugged and looked down at my table. “I think I am ready for a relationship now with a respectable, fun man. I just can’t find one. He will come eventually though, I hope anyway.” I laughed and shook my head. I looked up at Sarah. “So in the meantime, I think it’s time to focus on something else in my life. My career is great; now I want to do something for myself. I think I am going to look into getting myself a house.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Wow, Charlotte. That’s a huge step. An amazing one though, to own your own place. You wouldn’t mind taking the step alone?”
I shook my head. “No, I think I can handle it on my own. I have the money and why not invest it since I work so hard to earn it? If I ever meet the man for me, we could settle in my home or we could sell it to move in together somewhere else. I could also rent it out, too. There are many options available and I just feel like it’s time I take this step.”
Sarah nodded in agreement. “I think you will be fine too. You are one strong, independent, smart cookie. I am so excited, let’s start house shopping now!”
I laughed. “I actually have begun researching some realty companies around here. There’s a small one across town that has rave reviews and has been in business for several years. Alpha Realty is the name. I was going to call them tomorrow.”
“Yes, I have heard of them. Well by their signs anyways, they seem to be selling any house around here. I bet they are good.”
“Good. So you will help me too?” I asked her.
“Of course! I watch house shows all the time, I love looking at them. What did you have in mind?”
We continue talking about houses and what we both like as we eat and drink. I only had a small taste of wine. Max had texted my phone a couple of times but I didn’t answer. I wasn’t really interested in seeing him again.
The next morning, I had a couple of patient cancellations so I decided to call the realty company. I let them know what I was looking for and they said the next realtor with an opening would be in touch with some matches for me. I felt butterflies swarming in my stomach. I could just feel this was going to be a great choice for me but it was a huge step.
The day passed by quickly and as I was driving home, my cell phone rang with a number I didn’t recognize. It was in the area so I picked it up.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hi, I am looking for Charlotte Russe? Is she available?” A deliciously sexy voice asked, sending shivers down my spine instantly. Who was this man?
“Ye...ye...yes...this is her.” I stammered out. What the hell was wrong with me?
I could hear him chuckle. “I am Cole Everett, realtor with Alpha Realty. I was assigned your profile earlier and I wanted to let you know I found some matches.”
I couldn’t believe what this man’s voice was doing to me. My panties were getting wet just listening to the words come out of his mouth and this was just over the phone. What was going to happen when I met him in person?
Holy shit, Char. Get it together and speak.
I took a deep breath and spoke. “Oh. Okay. Great. Umm, what’s the next step then?
Omg, I sounded like a complete idiot.
“Well, we could go over what I found or I could just take you to them when we set up a time to meet. What would you prefer?”
“Ummm.” Think Charlotte, think. You speak to people all day long. “Why don’t we meet first?” I wanted to s
ee what this man looked like. I was practically orgasming just talking to him.
“Sounds great to me, where and when?” He asked.
“How about tomorrow around 5 at the coffee shop downtown? Herbal Sensation?”
“Sure, see you then, Charlotte Russe.” He slurred the words, sex dripping off them, and I wanted to come right there. He hung up and I sat in the driveway, not able to move.
What the fuck just happened to me? A man’s voice has never done that to me before.
I had no idea what I was feeling. All I know was that man’s voice was fucking sexy as hell and I couldn’t wait for our meeting tomorrow.
Chapter 4
I couldn’t stop thinking about him all day at work. This mystery Cole Everett had dug himself into my brain and I couldn’t shake him out. I just had to see who he was and why his voice did that to me. A desire so strong had gone through me; this man had to be something.
A part of me was hoping the attraction would not be there in person because I don’t even know if I could handle that type of attraction. It was intense. I barely focused on my patients today. I did as best as I could but my attention kept going someplace else.
Finally the time arrived to head to the coffee shop. It was almost 5pm and I was dying to see this Cole. I snuck up to the shop and peaked inside, seeing if I could spot someone. I didn’t notice anyone sitting by themselves so I walked in and waited behind the few people in front of me.
Suddenly, I felt an electricity feeling from behind, running a shock right through me.
What the hell? I turned and sure enough, it was him. It had to be him. He was in a suit and carrying a binder that said Alpha Realty on it. He was gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous. He had dark features, deep brown eyes piercing mine, and a strong, sexy jawline. There was a bit of a five o’clock shadow. I let my eyes travel the rest of the way down his body, following his muscles, all very well defined through the suit. I could see some tattoos sticking out of his neck collar and the sleeves of his shirt. I almost melted on the spot.
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