With the scent of her still on my fingers, I show myself out of the studio apartment. In the hallway, I lean against the wall and replay the scene that took place inside. I kissed her first, but she kissed me back. I stuck my hand up her dress and shoved my fingers up her drenched cunt, and she let me. She rode my hand as I finger-fucked her. She was there with me every step. I have the fingernail indents on my wrist to prove it. Yet...she’s now locked herself in her bathroom, and she won’t say more than a couple words to me. She’s already regretting the intimacy. Tomorrow she’s probably going to send me another list.
I drag a heavy hand down my face. What the hell am I going to do?
Chapter Eight
Lucy
Normally getting lost in my work takes my mind off the rest of the world. Unfortunately, it’s not working this time. This night can’t come to an end soon enough for me. The only thing I want to do is go home and wallow in my feelings. I’d been pissy with Wyatt about giving me the cold shoulder for a few days, and now I am doing the same thing to him.
“We're short a bartender,” Meghan says with a look of panic on her face.
“It’s a Wednesday night. It’s fine. Pull one off the main bar to work on the smaller one or ask one of the servers if they have bar experience so we can have them step in if need be.” Crap. I probably just jinxed us.
“Right.” She spins around, taking off to do as I say. I walk around the space, making sure everything is as it should be. It’s only a cocktail party in celebration of an engagement. It’s a small, intimate event, but I still want to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.
It seems as though there have been more engagements booked than usual lately. It’s a constant reminder of what’s going on with Wyatt. I try to push those thoughts to the back of my mind, but I know they won’t stay there for long. It’s always that way when it comes to him.
My biggest fear is the day I see Wyatt’s name on one of these invitations. I don’t even know how I’ll deal with that. Before the other night I had settled on him being with someone else. That was before he gave me the best orgasm of my life. Now that I’ve had a taste of him, I know that I’ll never be able to see him marry another woman.
I know it’s only a matter of time before his uncle forces his hand. And when he does he’ll want to go all out. I don’t blame Wyatt for wanting to take over the firm. His uncle is going to end up getting the business in trouble. He really can live up to the dirty old man name.
Soon the party starts to grow, and I step off to the side, watching to make sure everything runs smoothly. I pull out my phone, checking my messages.
Wyatt: I miss you.
I miss him too. Wyatt has become such an interconnected part of my life over the past two years. I tell him almost everything. Sure, I have other friends here and there, but none are like Wyatt. He’s truly my best friend. I can’t ignore him forever.
Isn’t my fear of us getting married that it could ruin us? If I stop talking to him, that would do that to us too. Another text vibrates in my hand.
Wyatt: You look stunning tonight.
I jerk my head up. My eyes go straight to Wyatt, easily finding him. He’s leaning up against the bar, smiling at me. That is until Serena Willian snags his attention, pretending to fix his tie. She’d be on the list.
My stomach rolls, and my eyes burn. I know there are a few of the others that are on the list here tonight too. This is what I wanted, I remind myself. That was before the other night. The way he kissed me and touched me felt like so much more than two friends kissing. It was the kiss I tried to get that drunken night when he shot me down. The one that had closed the door on my hopes of having something more than friendship with him.
I turn away, unable to watch. Everything is going off without a hitch, which should make me happy but now there is nothing to keep me busy. Did he bring her here or did he come because he knew I’d be here? It’s not as though I can ask him without sounding jealous. I hate this. None of this is ever going to work. We’re a sinking ship no matter which way you spin this.