Chapter Three
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"I swear to God Sayre, this man is so hot..." Ophelia made a glutural sound. "You would want to f**k him too. That's all I'm saying."
"We don't like the same type of men, so I'm gonna have to pass on that."
"You always find an excuse not to get laid"
Sayre made a face
"No I don't and second, I'll go. I mean, although it's a weekday, I really want to get laid."
Ophelia guffawed.
"Wait"
She said, rushing to stand from the bean chair and almost stumbling. She placed the back of her hand against Sayre's forehead.
"Who are you and what have you done to my friend?"
"Oh no." She fake gasped "You caught me. I'm an alien and I have inhabited this body. Now I'm going to have to kill you"
Ophelia squinted, scrutinizing her friend. Something was up but what was up?
"Did you fix things with Beck?"
She fell back into her chair.
"And is he coming tonight?"
Sayre shrugged, trying to glue her bedside lamp that had fallen earlier.
"I don't know."
"Lie."
She gasped.
"Oh my days, are you freaking getting laid by him?"
"No."
Sayre drawled, walking over to her closet to pull it open. Did she really want to sleep with Beck after all the emotional damage he'd caused her?
Yes- f**k she hated it. You just don't get over a man's d**k in five years. But tonight, she was going to do her own thing.
"I don't have any clothes."
She said as a mountain of clothes fell at her feet.
"Yeah, you obviously don't"
"I should donate some of this to the homeless. I haven't worn any of these clothes in a while"
"The only place these clothes should end up in is a landfill"
Without a thought, Sayre grabbed a sturdy handbag and hurled it at her.
It was beginning to snow when they got to the club but this time, Sayre had her jacket on.
They headed for the bar and ordered.
"A shot of don Julio please"
"Have you had anything to eat today?"
Sayre nodded, reaching for her drink
"Wait."
Ophelia shouted over the music, holding out a arm to stop her from drinking, while the other one reached into her bag for something.
"I don't believe you an inch"
She said, handing over a flaming hot meat pie.
"Where'd you get this?"
Sayre asked with a chuckle, examining the meat pie in the plastic bag.
"I made it"
Sayre eyed her friend.
"I'd rather drink on an empty stomach"
"f**k you okay"
She reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair off Sayre's face and she flinches.
"Just try it"
"I hope I don't end up in the ER instead of getting laid"
She chuckled again, opening up the bag and taking a bite.
It actually tasted... nice.
"You didn't make this."
Ophelia laughed
"Yes I didn't. I had a guy over and he randomly baked this when I was asleep. Talk about aftercare."
She giggled
"Not only am I getting laid but I am actually getting cared for"
"I'll throw my drink at you"
She said in-between bites.
"Keep this one at least"
She said downing her drink in one go.
"Yeah, will do when you find a man."
"Whatever"
"Oh my God"
"What?"
Sayre asked, alarmed, whipping around to see whatever it was.
"You should dance with that man"
Ophelia said, pointing at a tall man dressed in a suit who seemed to be lost? "He looks lost"
Sayre muttered.
Who the hell gets lost in a club?
Nerdy men.
"Help him find his way into your pants"
Sayre smiled.
Nerdy men would f**k your brains out of your ears.
She downed her drink and flew out of her seat, making her way through the crowd to get to him. He looked hot from the back and she didn't care if he was hot anyway.
She reached for his hand and took a hold of it.
He turned to her in an instant, alarmed
"Hi"
The disco lights did no justice to his face. It was almost dark.
She signaled for him to lower his head.
She'd never been one to walk up to a guy in a club or even one to know how to twerk unless she was under the influence. The only thing she did know was seduction, an attempt at least
She wrapped her hand around his neck, standing on a tip toe so she could get his face in her boobs.
"Do you want to-" She started, paused and continued "Do you have herpes?"
She pulled away, flabbergasted at her own question. Did she seriously just ask him if -
"Oh my God, I'm... I'm so sorry"
Embarrassed on her own behalf, she made her way through the crowd, clutching her boobs as she ran like her life depended on it.
"What the hell was that?"
She muttered to herself, slowing down as she made her way into hallway.
"Seduction my ass."
She was going to go home, to bed rot and hope a that man falls through her ceiling.
She stood in a dark passage, a place that seemed to be the backstage, watching a few people pass by as she processed her own stupidity. She stilled when she heard something behind her.
Did Ophelia follow her? God, Ophelia was a b***h. She was not going to hear the end of it.
The moment she turned around, someone or something drew her by her arm, a warm large hand, and another on the small of her back. And before she could even begin to think, a rough hand slid up her chest sending thousands of jolts in her body, his fingers brushing against her skin as he drew her close.
He seemed to pause and a ragged breath escaped her throat. Her legs had turned to mush and her senses out of the window. Her breathing seemed to set him off because his lips came crashing down on hers like an hungry cave man.
She melted into the space between them, encircling her arms around his neck as she whimpered for more. She'd never felt this alive and turned on like this before.
He broke the kiss, trailing wet kisses down her jaw and into her neck. A moan escaped her throat when he caught her skin in-between his teeth. She dragged his hand to her left boob, lost in a world where this particular stranger did everything to please her.
"Sayre?"
Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the voice and the man started to pull away too
"Sayre?"
He repeated, confused. This stranger was Sayre?
Ophelia appeared, waving her bright builders torch around.
"Sorry it's just my friend -"
"Luke?"
Ophelia called, shifting the light so it focused on his face.
"Luke?"
Sayre repeated, shifting her gaze to the man standing beside her.
Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. I was indeed Luke, did she just make out with Beck's half brother? She wanted the earth to open up and swallow her.
"Fancy seeing you here"
Ophelia locked eyes with Sayre who covered her face in shame.
"Same here. What are you doing around in these parts?"
Sayre swallowed. Unconsciously snapping her legs shut. His voice sounded like rough, hard and sweaty s*x.
Ophelia shrugged
"I don't know. I thought my friend was being harassed by a stranger. Thank God you're here."
He tried adjusting his shirt as if on cue, fiddling around with the buttons
"That dickhead must have snagged all your buttons damn"
Ophelia exclaimed sarcastically lowering the torch.
"Yeah. Are my lips bleeding?"
"Hmm"
She sighed, lifting the light back to his face
"I don't know. Sayre can you tell?"
She turned to Sayre who shook her head instead, an uneasy smile splayed on her face.
"Okay"
Ophelia breathed. "I am going to leave you guys to it"
"I'm coming with you"
Sayre said reaching for Ophelia who shrugged her hands off of her the second she touched her and walked away
"Sayre?"
"Yeah?"
She brushed her hair out of her face
"I don't have herpes"
A nervous laugh escaped her throat.
"Yeah."
"I have to go now, if you don't mind. I seemed to have lost my glasses"
"Oh. Sure"
He fumbled around with his suit jacket, digging his hands into every pocket available. He eventually found something in his pants and dangled it around.
"Do you mind walking me to my car, I can't really see s**t"
"Oh. Okay... Sure"
Sayre said again turning around to look for an exit. The club lights flashed around and she caught the reflection of the Exit.
"Totally, this way"
She grabbed his hand to lead him outside the club, directly into the parking lot. It was chilly outside and snowing but for the first time, Sayre actually loved the snow and how the flakes fell and dazzled about. The sound and flash of a car brought her back, she turned to him. He'd set off his alarm.
"Wait, how are you going to drive home without your glasses?"
"I have a spare one in my car"
"Cool"
She watched him get into the car
"Bye."
"You don't want a lift?"
"Thanks, but Ophelia's waiting."
- Writer
