“Your pussy is the only pussy I want my tongue in, my fingers in and my cock in. No one else’s.”
“Until when? This week and then I’m gone? Time to move on to the next woman?” I held my hand up. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be saying this. I knew what I was getting into when I signed the contract.”
He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. “I don’t know what our future holds. But I don’t want the could be, to get in the way of the now. If you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to come over tonight, I’ll understand. No hard feelings.”
“No. I want to come over.”
“Let’s have fun here, and then we’ll see what happens. Ok?”
I nodded. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to run to the lady's room.”
“I can walk you.”
“No. I’m ok.” I knew I was being immature right now, and I was really trying not to let my emotions get the best of me, but it was tough. Since I’d left Dick, my self-confidence had been completely shot, and it wasn’t until these guys that I started to get that back, but seeing her and… her status… I couldn’t help but wonder what they saw in me…
He sat back down. I could feel his gaze on my back as I walked away.
Get your head in the game, Everlee. This is why I hated the holiday. It was some ploy to make people express how much they mean to one another. Why not do it all the time? Why wait for one single day in a year?
I walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror with my hands on the sink, staring at myself. I hated I didn’t bring my phone with me. I could really use a Lizzy pep talk right about now. Have her tell me to ignore the insanely talented chef that made all of this amazing food and focus on the fact he’s here with me. On a date. Even Sophie took notice of that, something perhaps she never had? Lizzy would say that Sophie was jealous of me because she knows I’m getting all those cocks tonight and she’s not. Only Lizzy wouldn’t say that because she can’t know about the quadcocks just the unicock.
I washed my hands and patted them dry with the warm towel that was rolled up on the sink.
Focus on the quadcock and the fine ass man sitting beside you tonight.
I opened the door with a renewed feeling and walked right into dickface, waiting outside the stalls.
“Everlee?”
“D… Richard?” I should have called him Dick, but I was trying to be mature - at least to his face.
“Wow. You look amazing.” His eyes were bugging out of his head, which gave me a modicum of satisfaction. If only he had looked at me this way when we were together.
“What are you doing here?” We both said in unison.
“I’m here for work.”
His brow furrowed. “Wendy too.”
Wendy. Wendy and Dick. Hashtag WendyDick.
“I saw your company listed as a sponsor, but didn’t think you’d be here.”
“What?” I asked accusatorially.
“Well, you hate this holiday.”
“I wonder why?” I held my hand up. “Nevermind. I will not get into this with you. Have a pleasant night.”
“Richard? Who is this?”
Fuckballs on a wall. Could this night get any more awkward?
I turned around and saw a petite woman walking out of the bathroom, wearing a bubblegum pink a-line dress I’ve seen two others wearing so far and laughed inside. I didn’t hate her because she was with my ex. I hated both of them because she knew about me and didn’t give two shits when she fucked him… for months.
“Oh. Everlee.”
“Hi. Let me guess. La Belle?” I asked, pointing at her dress.
