“...after everything, Emilia? How can you even say that?” Evan says, his voice coming at me loud and clear despite the sound of the rain.
Yeah, these two are having an argument—and not a nice one, judging by the look on Emilia’s face. Even though the rain has plastered her hair to her face, I swear she’s crying.
“You don’t understand. It’s not as easy as that, Evan. You just can’t wish for things to be exactly like you want them to be!” she shouts, her voice a blend of anger and sadness. Jesus, what the hell is going on?
“So, that’s it, huh?” Evan asks her, and Emilia simply nods sadly.
“That’s it.”
With that, Evan turns on his heels and storms off, walking down the street like a man hell-bent on punching everything and everyone. Getting back inside the building, Emilia ambles through the reception hall like a woman whose soul has just departed her body.
“Friends of yours?” Brad asks me, looking at me curiously.
“My neighbors.”
“Well, seems like your neighbors have just broken up,” he whispers.
“Seems like it,” I mutter, wondering what the hell has just happened.
These two had such chemistry…wasn’t that enough? Are they giving up on their chance at love just because they can’t see eye-to-eye? I know I’ve done that in the past—and god knows how many times I’ve allowed happiness to pass me by just because I was too blind, too focused on work and whatnot.
But tonight…tonight’s going to be different.
Tonight, I’m going to be a better Sam.
“Care to see my bedroom?”
I ask Brad, my heart throwing a fit inside my chest.
Sweet mercy, I’m so dizzy I think I’m about to pass out. What if he says no? What if he’s having second thoughts? After all, I’m not that interesting and—
“Lead the way.”
Four
Brad
I don’t even know if we turn right or left, or if the elevator’s going up and down. To be honest with you, right I now, I don’t know anything at all. All I’m aware of is that the moment she opens her apartment door, it’s fucking on.
And it isn’t because of me.
One foot inside her apartment, and she turns to me and grabs me by the shirt. She pulls me into her, and I have no other option but to lean in and kiss her—not that I wanted to have any other option, mind you.
And fuck, the way she kisses, the way she tastes…yeah, this is so much better than what I had imagined. Her lips taste of ripe strawberries, and I can’t help but take my hands to her ass right away.
I squeeze it hard, pulling her into me, and that’s enough to turn my cock into a fucking steel rod. I’m so hard right now that I’m actually half-surprised my cock still hasn’t ripped its way out of my pants.
Before I even know what the fuck I’m doing, I have my hands on her hips, and I’ve pushed her back against the wall. Moving fast, I go down on one knee, my hands sliding down the side of her body.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her tone betraying her excitement.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I ask her, slowly moving my hands from her knees and up her legs.
As my fingers move underneath the hem of her dress, I notice her trembling slightly, and I swear I can almost feel the electricity running through her body. Before I know it, my fingertips are brushing against the drenched fabric of her thong.
Sweet fucking mercy, I swear…I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to taste a woman as much as I want to taste her right now. But why settle on the want, when I can actually do it?
Grabbing her thong, I yank it down her legs and, with a swift movement of my right hand, I lift her dress up. I take a second to enjoy the sigh of her pink pussy lips, and then I just dive into her, parting my lips and pressing them over her wetness.