Only One Night (Only One 3)

“Trust me, Murielle. Nothing I did last night was shameful. Can you say the same?” I don’t even bother waiting for her to answer. Instead, I walk up to my bedroom and undress. I step into the shower and wash away the smell of her. I don’t want to, but I know what it will mean for me if Murielle even catches a whiff. It will just be another noose around my neck.

I close my eyes as the water runs down my shoulders and over my back, and it’s a mistake because the minute I close my eyes, I think of her. She smiles at me and looks up at me, asking me to kiss her. As soon as I think about her, my cock is rock hard, and I take it into my hand. I swear he moans when it’s my hand and not hers. I jerk myself off to the memory of her sucking my cock. Her name is on my lips as soon as I come.

I walk out of the shower and wrap a towel around me before anyone sees the marks. “Evelyn.” I call her name softly, and for just one minute, I hope she knows I’m thinking about her. I hope she knows that what we did last night is going to stay with me forever. I hope she knows that for only one night, she gave me the world.

Chapter 10

Evelyn

I hear the alarm, but I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to leave the dream I’m having. I don’t want to open my eyes and see the bed empty beside me.

My hand slips out of the bed, and I know this is the last moment I will have with the memories of last Saturday. It’s during the quiet moments when I still see his face above me, on top of me, all around me. My hand hits the button, turning off the alarm. Rolling over in my bed, I open my eyes, and just like that, he’s gone.

This week has been brutal. I’ve gone over that night again and again. I wouldn’t change anything that happened with the exception of one thing. I would have woken him up before leaving and told him good-bye.

I flip the covers off and slip on my slippers, walking to the kitchen to start my coffee. Once it’s finished, I walk back to my bedroom to get ready for work.

After finishing my shower, I look in the mirror and see that the little marks from last week have faded. He will only be a figment of my imagination now. My black pants hug my hips with a relaxed fit in my legs. I go through two shirts before I decide on the black silk long-sleeved that wraps around with beige stripes. I grab my black Louboutins and my black Gucci purse before picking up my phone and walking out of the house.

I stop at Starbucks before making my way over to the office. Parking in my spot right in front, I walk in, smiling at Tonya, the receptionist. “Good morning,” I say, and she smiles back. “Happy Friday.”

“I take it they didn’t give you the casual Friday memo.” She looks me up and down, and I just stare at her.

“Are you saying I didn’t have to wear the most uncomfortable pair of shoes I own?” I joke.

“I mean, you look fabulous as always,” she says, and the phone rings, so I walk away while she answers it.

Making my way to my office next to my brother’s, I say hello to everyone there. I stop at my brother’s door, and I see him at his desk already. His button-down shirt is rolled up at the sleeves, and I know he’s wearing jeans. “Morning, asshole,” I say, and he looks up and sees me.

“Oh,” he says when he sees me dressed up. “Casual Friday.”

“Fuck you,” I say, walking to my office and turning on the light. Putting my purse on the filing cabinet that I have against the wall next to my desk, I pull out my chair and boot up my computer.

My father started this financial planning firm when he graduated from college. My brother followed in his footsteps, and when he joined the practice, they brought on consulting and investment management. The staff went from three to twenty-seven and is now at over fifty.

My father always wanted me to join the firm and never let me know he was upset when I didn’t come back from Chicago. He would drop hints every single time I came home to visit, or he came to visit me. He even tried to convince Dex to join him.

Now that I’m here, he has decided to retire. Or semi-retire, he’s calling it. In other words, he’s handing me his clients for now, and then he wants to travel the world starting next year.