“Thanks for the invite, Trinity,” I say and walk to the stairs.
I pull up the Uber app and order a ride. Finally outside, I take a large breath of fresh air and lean against the side of the building. My eyes are closed but I can hear the sounds around me. Car horns blowing. Drunk people laughing. The clacking of heels on the sidewalk.
“Casen!” Embyr shouts, jolting me.
My eyes fly open. She’s standing less than a foot in front of me. “What?” I snap.
She steps in real close. “Fuck you!” she yells, shoving a finger in my chest.
I grab her wrist, then snatch the other and turn her around so now it’s her back against the bricks. “Fuck me?” I ask, rolling my body into hers. “No, fuck YOU!”
Her chest is heaving with each breath she takes. “Let me go.” She whimpers.
“Are you fucking your boss, Em? Working your way to the top?” I question, and it stings her. She tries to free her wrist and attempts to slap me, but I snatch them in one hand and raise them above her head.
I reach my hand under her dress, not being able to handle myself, and move her panties aside finding her soaking, fucking wet. I blame the alcohol for losing control but if I’m honest with myself I know after the last few weeks I would’ve done this without its help. “Is this for him, Embyr?”
She squirms but gives me no indication she wants me to remove my hands. There are people all around us but I remember how much she gets off on public shit. It fuels me.
“Answer me. Are you fucking wet for him?”
Her eyes bore into mine, her resolve showing. “No.”
I move in closer. “Who is it for?”
She bites her lip before answering, “You. Only for you, Casen.”
We stare at one another, her eyes dropping to my lips. I lick them, giving her an open invitation. A horn blares, startling us. I turn hesitantly and the driver rolls down his window. “Uber?” he asks.
My head falls to Embyr’s chest. “I can’t do this,” I whisper. “I have to go.”
Embyr’s hands fall from my grasp and I leave her there.
Again.
I’m an asshole.
