Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buuzzz. Jesus fucking Christ, where is my phone? Fumbling with shit on the coffee table, I snag the annoying, vibrating device and silence it. I lean back into the warmth and Eugene wraps an arm around me.   Buzz. Buzz- fuck. I find my phone again and look at the screen. Shit! I clear my throat and answer the call. "Hello?"   "Hello Chanel, it's Jessica. Did you still want to meet at 9 this morning?" I...

  “We’re going to be remodeling soon,” is the third thing out of my boss’s mouth when I get to work.   “Remodeling? When?” I ask a little surprised. When does that ever happen?   “In a few of weeks. We’re re-doing the main floor, so we’ll be closed for a few days. It’ll bring in more business when it’s done,” Angela says with coffee in her hand.   “So, I won’t be working?” I ask, hanging my jacket on the coat rack.   “Nop...

    *Eugene?* I send a text to the number Eugene called me from before. We agreed on Saturday for our date, but with my aching insides, I’m not so sure I want to wait to see him. I set my phone on my chest and close my eyes. When my phone quietly beeps, it’s up to my face in a flash.   *Chanel?* he replies, and I grin.   *Did I wake you?*   *No, just lying down. Everything ok?*   *Yeah. I can’t sleep.*   *Me either* he re...

    Over ten hours later, Aaliyah and I are at Stephanie and Louis’s house. I haven’t been home since I shut the door on Ethan’s face. As dinner is being made, I ponder for the thousandth time today how my morning started.   After Nicole took her shot, I was ruthless on her. At the time I didn’t care, and the memories I have of her face haven’t diluted at all. If only I had blacked out, I wouldn’t have vivid images of her...

  We don’t move for what feels like forever. My mind is going back through all that’s happened since I woke up. This is nuts, did I really just hit her? When my adrenaline subsides, I remember my own injury and touch my face finding more blood.Now I’m feeling it. Ethan finally turns around and faces me. His expression is hard, but he takes my hand.“Come here,” he says, pulling me into the kitchen. I’m still too stunned to...

  I'm laying on my back, Ethan’s kneeling low in front of me with the heels of my feet on his shoulders. I'm fisting the blanket greedily while his fingertips dig into my hips."Come on Chanel," he says through gritted teeth. The angle he's entering me is deep and harsh and I love every bit of it, but I haven't had enough, though I know he's trying to get me off. If I let him keep pumping into me at this pace, I know I won...

  The ‘not party’ kind of feels like it turned into a party. A half hour later it’s everyone from dinner plus Chandler, her friend Monica, Stephanie, Louis and Louis’s friend Eugene. And shit’s bumpin. Music plays in the living room, some people are in the kitchen, some are downstairs playing video games and the rest are sprinkled in between.I’m sitting on the kitchen counter again, still dressed in my dinner clothes, cha...

I hear the front door open and look at the clock on the stove. It’s 4:30 p.m., which means I’ve been dicking around on my phone for almost an hour. I’m sitting on the island counter in the kitchen, wearing the clothes I changed into when I got home from the gym, my comfortable light jean shorts and a muscle tank top. Ethan walks into the kitchen and I give him a once-over. He’s his usual stunning self in a long sleeved kn...

Ethan never ceases to surprise me. With my wits thoroughly scattered, I fumble in my reply.     "W-why?” He leans in a little closer, seeming pleased with himself.   "You'll see," he says cryptically, and without another word, opens my door. I quirk an eyebrow at him but don't bother asking. Driving home, Ethan's mood has largely improved in the last hour. It's hard not to absorb it myself. Part of me is worried about his...

Kissing, licking and biting and hair pulling and cumming and... fuck. Yes that too. Fucking. Two more times last night. I’m glad it’s finally my lunch hour. Between my thighs is now very tender, and the soreness keeps reminding me of Ethan. After we were both thoroughly satisfied, I decided to drag myself to my room. He offered to set an alarm before Nicole got home, but I refused. We both decided now wasn’t a good time t...

As I’m driving home, I’m dreading seeing Ethan right now. I know he’ll be awake, and after eating Taniyah, watching her cum and tasting every bit of it, I’m aching for my own release. Aaaand since I’m crossfaded, even looking at him could be bad. I drive slowly, cruising the wet streets. The clouds finally let out and it’s sprinkling rain.When I pull up to the house, I see a light on and sigh. At least Nicole isn’t here....

The moment I come home from work on Thursday, Ethan is there, watching hockey. He’s sitting on the couch and turns his head when I enter. He smiles at me. I shut the door and make my way downstairs without returning the gesture.     I can’t say I’ve been super friendly since Ethan fucked me senseless on the kitchen island. When I got out of the shower that morning and heard Nicole’s muffled voice upstairs, I felt differen...

“Let me fuck you before I leave,” Ethan says, his mouth at my ear. We fucked for the first time last night, and it’s apparent he hasn’t had enough. To be honest, I haven’t either. I hardly slept, my dreams were vivid pictures of the two of us. So when I feel my cheeks get hot and slightly nod my head, he wastes no time finding my mouth.     His arms wrap around me, pulling me as close as possible, and my hands are around...

Surprisingly, I didn’t have trouble falling asleep. As I laid there in my bed, staring at the white ceiling, I knew I could go one of two ways. I could think about what I’d done. Every detail. Every touch, every kiss, every look. Every deceitful, pleasurable moment I could bring to light, and really contemplate my actions. Our actions. Or I could just... be numb. I chose the latter. I’d never done anything remotely close...

I wake up on Kyle’s chest, his fingers lightly tracing my back. “I was hoping I’d get to say goodbye before I left. Now I think I’m running late," he says but makes no effort to move.     “You should have woke me up sooner, I would have showered with you,” I reply getting to a sitting position. We’re both still naked, and I pull the sheet across my chest.   “Fuck. Maybe next time.” He winks at me and I watch him climb out...