So, I drank.
I drank quickly, deeply, and until I couldn't see straight, in the hopes of drinking her away, but it wasn’t working.
Nikolai was somewhere around here, likely tormenting my little sister as always. Two minutes might not sound like a lot to most, but it still meant I was older than her. We’d only stayed at Paradise Blu’s for an hour before he’d convinced her to come with us to our usual nightclub. I wasn’t sure why he basically begged her to ditch her friends and come with us, since all they ever did was argue, but I didn’t care. They were pre-occupied leaving me to drown my spirits.
I stumbled back into the VIP area of the club and sat down with a sigh. Grabbing the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, I poured myself another glass. $900 a bottle and I didn’t even like champagne, that was the ironic thing. It wasn’t about the taste anyways; it was about the expense. My father had an image to uphold and anything less than the best on show would seriously piss him off. I sighed, pulling my cell phone out to check that no one had called me.
Of course, no one had. Everyone important to me, barring my mother and father, were here. Everyone except Marisha. I stared down at the number in my phone, having managed to acquire it from one of my many discrete sources. A man that, other than Nikolai, I trusted with my life. He’d gotten so much information for me over the years that I had him on speed dial. I paid well for his discretion and he knew not to cross me.
Marisha’s number taunted me the more I stared at it.
If I texted her and Ivan saw, we’d both be in deep shit. At least I could get out of the situation, but Marisha wouldn’t be able to. An unfaithful wife was as good as dead in our world.
Yet the urge to message her was irresistible.
I had to know what she was doing.
I had to know when I could see her again.
I typed in a message, hoping she’d know it was from me and that Ivan would be none-the-wiser. It was 1 o’clock in the morning so they’d likely both be in bed anyway.
No sooner had I messaged did I see the three little dots show up letting me know she was replying.
Seconds ticked by with only my own coded message staring back at me, mocking me in its absurdity. She was probably confused as to who the hell this was. No clue that it’s me. I felt stupid for the first time in my life, and I pushed my drink away realizing, too late, that I needed to stop drinking before I made the situation worse.
I stared at my message again. The three dots below still taunting me.
A - The stained-glass windows never looked so beautiful.
Finally, she put me out of my misery with her reply.
M - I agree. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them either.
A smile found its way to my lips. She knew it was me. Thank fuck for that. A woman came over to the table and I looked up at her sharply.
“Fuck off,” I bit out and she turned on her heel and walked away with a pout.
A - I wish I could see it again.
M - So do I.
An idea came to my mind and I stood up and drew the curtain around the booth, a sure sign to anyone that I was accompanied behind it and didn’t want to be disturbed.
A - Didn’t you take a picture of it?
I asked, hoping she’d catch the real meaning of what I was trying to say.
M - Yes, I did.
A - Show me.
Three dots appeared and then vanished several times. And the entire time my dick grew harder and harder at the prospect of her texting me in the dark, that dumb fuck Ivan fast asleep next to her.
M - One minute.
I unzipped my suit pants, my hand going to my rock-hard dick as I waited. Long moments passed, and I was beginning to think she’d chickened out or really hadn’t got what I was saying. Christ, how embarrassing would it be if she were lying there now googling pictures of the stained glass windows I’d fucked her in front of. I’d begun to sober up and regretted texting her at all. I’d never chased a woman before. They chased me. But there was something about this woman that had me wanting to throw on my running shoes and chase her wherever was needed to get exactly what I wanted.
Just as I was about to tuck my dick back into my pants, a picture came through. I stared at it confused for a moment, before realizing it was a close-up picture of her hand reaching into her silken panties.
