A Night With The Billionaire Musician

CLARITY

ELENA TORRES

I ran into my room like a cat on hot bricks and slammed the door shut behind me. Tears of embarrassment filled my eyes as I pressed my back against the door and tried to process all that was happening to me.

I had just gone and had s*x with a stranger.

I shut my eyes and the memories came rushing in.

I remembered telling him to not leave me and pulling him to myself for a kiss. I could literally see him exploring my body, kissing every inch of skin and nibbling gently against my n*****s.

And I knew it was messed up when I felt them begin to harden.

Again.

I tried to shake my head, to get it out and remain faithful to Joe and pretend and even wish that last night never happened, as there was somewhere inside me that still wanted to belong to him, but I could not help thinking at the very same time:

“THAT WAS THE BEST s*x I EVER HAD.”

It took the sound of my phone ringing to shake me out of my confusion.

“Hello baby?” Sarah's voice came from over the line when I picked it up.

“Hello?” I answered quite timidly.

“Are you alright?”

“Uh huh.”

“Wait for me. I'm on my way coming to you. I should be there in an hour.”

This instantly sent a wave of anxiety through me. It was like being an errant child who had just broken their mother's favorite vase and heard that she was going to be home in five minutes.

“Okay,” I said, at a loss for words.

“Are you sure you're okay?” She asked, concern laced into her voice.

“I am. Please come. I am waiting for you.”

“Okay baby.”

I looked at the screen anxiously, and nearly jumped out of my skin when it was all over. I rushed to the mirror in the room, and looked over and around it—no doubt to make sure that it was not someone else’s room like last night, before looking at my reflection. And it was just as I thought.

Who was he? Such a beastly man. Such a devilishly handsome, beastly…

I touched the hickey on my neck and remembered him leaving it there, both of his hands twisting each of my hardened n*****s between them. I could almost smell his scent again.

Not almost. I could smell his scent…

His veil. The veil he had given me.

I took it off my shoulders where it had fallen to and threw it off of me, and it only reminded me of more hickeys and more kisses and how many times I let him have s*x with me. It was even unprotected, and I felt bad about how many times Joe had had me without using a condom.

Three times.

And that stranger had equaled it in one night.

I never intended to cheat back on Joe. I only wanted to forget. I still loved him. I had not thought that he would be gay. Yet, it slowly dawned on me that the devilishly handsome stranger, the one I thought was an angel, had marked his face upon my heart, and that if he ever came close to me again, I would remember that he had made love to me the way no one else had.

He knew how to tease me in the right places. To tickle the right places.

To let me feel pain in the right places. To mix it in with the pleasure and shock my drunk brain and make it spin about in confusion.

So I knew. I would let him have me again if it ever came to this.

I would watch helplessly and hope he had his way.

Realizing this broke my heart, and my eyes stung as I rushed to the bed and let the tears fall. And I cried for a long, long time, knowing that everything had changed for good the previous night.

***

With Sarah coming in an hour, I had plenty of time to try what I could.

So I went in and took a long bath and then tried to remove the hickeys with ice, but they were so deep and so many that I could only resort to wearing a turtleneck sweater despite the rising temperature outside. It was not that I wanted to hide it or lie about it.

I wanted to forget it and pretend it never happened.

Maybe some other day, I would tell her.

But for now, it would be a skeleton in quite an empty cupboard.

***

She was a breath of fresh air the very moment she stepped in.

“Oh, honey,” she mumbled, and we instantly rushed into each other's arms and stayed there for a long, long time. When we drew apart, she looked me over, forcing me to stare down, afraid that she would see something—at the very least, the guilt in my eyes. Thankfully, she noticed something else.

“Are you cold?” She asked me.

“I feel so.”

“I hope you're not feeling under the weather after that… dirty pig? He's undeserving of that kind of trouble.”

I smiled and shook my head, remembering how much of a name caller she was. Many times, many people had been driven to tears simply by the things she chose to call them.

“For one thing, you look better than I thought you would have. Did you find someone to keep you company last night?”

My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth to say something. What had she seen?

Of course, I was distracted by Joe being gay. I had had something different to bother about, to forget that there was some gaping black hole sitting in the center of my chest.

“At least that is what I would have done to a cheating man. He only deserves to be paid back in his own coin, if he decides I'm not enough for him.”

“No,” I half-whispered, afraid of saying anymore. She had been uncomfortably close to hitting the mark.

“Well,” she said, turning to pull her single box in, while I rushed to help her, expressing my regrets over my ignorance. “We are going to have a bit of fun and forget Joe, no? And I'd first like you to get out of this sweater. We have a lot of places to go to, don't you think?”

I beamed and shook my head quietly, smiling at her.

It did prove to be a long day, to make me forget the pain in my chest between moments of laughter with my best friend.

I did not forget to keep my sweater on, though.