I knew that I had to let her go at some point, but I didn’t know how to do that. I didn’t know how to heal or how to move forward with a life without her. All I’d ever known was her. Even thinking about letting her go once and for all caused my body to fill with rage, and that rage manifested into the ugliest parts of me. The parts that craved booze and women. I knew that I’d be ashamed of myself later, but it didn’t stop me. When those feelings came creeping up, I knew I’d bury them deeper with even more whiskey.
I pulled out my phone and texted Casey as I got into my car.
ROMAN: You busy right now?
Thunder rolled over my car, lightning cracked in the distance, and then the sky opened up and started to pour. I was taking in the sky from the safety of my car when my phone chimed.
CASEY: I’m already booked, Roman.
I rolled my eyes as I let the phone fall to my lap. It chimed again, and I picked it up to read the newest text.
CASEY: I have a friend. You’ll like her. She’s new. Want me to have her meet you?”
I took a deep breath and shook my head at myself for even considering it. I typed out a response, declining her offer, but then my cock throbbed as if I needed to be reminded to take care of my bodily needs. I deleted the response and typed out something new.
ROMAN: Have her meet me at Fill-Moore Bar. I have five hundred in cash to take her to the bar’s bathroom if she’s there within the hour.
I shifted into drive and stepped on the gas, slowly driving down the paved path in the cemetery. I stopped at the end to check for traffic, and my phone went off again.
CASEY: She’ll be there.
Perfect.
I turned onto the street and made my way toward the bar. The sky was completely black by the time I arrived. The bar wasn’t packed, but there were several cars in the parking lot. I made my way inside and found several people sitting around the bar while a few others played pool or a game of darts. I took a seat at the bar, away from everyone, and I kept my attention on the TV that hung above the bar until the bartender was standing in front of me. I ordered a double shot of whiskey while I dug mywallet out of my back pocket. I pulled out a hundred dollars and dropped it on the bar.
The drinking establishment was relatively small and off the beaten path. It was where mostly older people went for a quiet night out. There were never any young people playing loud music and dancing. People knew that if you came in and sat alone, you didn’t want to be bothered, and they respected that. So, after the bartender brought me back my drink and change, he walked away, leaving me to enjoy it without hassle or trying to carry on a conversation.
Even though it looked like I wasn’t paying attention to anything but my drink and the TV, I was really watching every move in the bar. This is how I noticed when the back door quietly opened. A woman with long, dark hair walked in, wearing a tight-fitting dress. She stopped just inside the door and scanned the scene before her. I threw back what was left of my drink, and then I stood and walked toward the bathroom in the back, making eye contact with her so she’d know to follow me.
In the small, single-person bathroom, I turned and held the door, watching her follow me until she stepped into the small space.
“You’re Casey’s friend?”
She nodded. “Sarah.”
Sarah.
I raked my eyes down her body and back up. She looked good enough. She wasn’t too tall, wasn’t too thin, had curves where they were needed, and she had long, black hair that I was already imagining winding around my fist.
I took a step toward her, and she took a step back, putting her hand up between our faces. “I believe you promised five hundred if I could get here within the hour. I want to be paid up front, please.” The hand she held upright between us flattened as I placed the money in her palm.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance, but I pulled out my wallet and counted out five hundred bucks into her palm. I might not have liked it, but I understood why someone in her position needed to get the money up front. She smiled wider as I laid out each of the one-hundred-dollar bills. After the last one, she tucked the cash away.
“Thank you. Now, what can I do for you?”
I pulled a condom out of my wallet. “You can shut up and turn around.”
She arched her brow. “Whatever you say.”
She turned around so I could see her face in the mirror on the wall.
I unfastened my jeans and pushed them over my hips. My cock sprang free, half hard.
“Pull up your dress.” I ripped the condom open with my teeth while watching her wiggle her hips from side to side as she yanked her dress up. It was a tight-fitting dress, so once she got it up to her stomach, it stayed there. My eyes stayed on her rounded ass and black thong.
“Panties down.”
She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Once they were around her knees, she rested her hands on the sink in front of her and leaned forward.
