Page 13 of The One Night Match
That’s got to be it.
She presses against my chest softly, and I take a step back, groaning as my softening cock slips from her tight heat.
I step away to deal with the condom, and when I look back toward her, she’s righted her dress and is walking toward the door.
“Hey,” I say softly, hoping it’ll stop her from reaching for the door, but it doesn’t. “You don’t have to run out.”
She looks over her shoulder. The vibrant blue that I’ve become so used to in such a short amount of time is wet with tears. “It’s better this way.” She shrugs. “Have a nice life, Mystery Man.”
I move to follow her, but my pants are still around my ankles. I tug them up roughly, barely taking the time to do them up before I chase her out the door, but she’s nowhere to be seen.
A thread of panic tugs at my chest, but I ignore it, shoving it away so I don’t have to think through why I’m chasing her down.
Frantically, I look around the club.
Bodies grind against one another, the room only illuminated by moving lights that make it impossible to lock onto any one person.
It’s only once I’ve done two laps of the place that I realize I’ve lost her, and I try not to think about why that makes me so fucking sad.
The front door slams behind me as I throw my keys onto the entry table.
When I killed my father, I should have moved back into the family estate, but it’s my mom’s home, and I didn’t want her to feel like she had to move out.
So instead, I bought a property a few miles up the hill, giving me a view of the entire city.
Usually, I like the solitude. I thrive on how far away the rest of humanity is, but as I step into my final night here by myself, I find myself feeling far too lonely.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I ask myself in a whisper.
I pass a pile of boxes I haven’t gotten around to moving up to my almost-wife’s new bedroom. Technically, she should share the master with me, but I have no interest in having a stranger in my bed, so until we get to know each other, she’ll be locked out of my room.
Does that make me cold? Probably. But I don’t give a fuck.
I know what you’re thinking. That it’s hypocritical that I’m feeling all torn up about a stranger I fucked on my desk at theclub, but the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, I refuse to let her sleep in the marital bed, but it’s different.
We need time to get used to each other, and forcing her into my bed is only going to make our relationship feel even more forced than it is.
A loud meow rings through the too-empty foyer, and I roll my eyes as the orange tub of lard masquerading as a cat walks toward me with practiced confidence.
“What’s your problem? I fed your ungrateful ass before I left,” I mutter, giving him a wide berth as I pass him, but don’t manage to avoid his claws as he swipes at me. “What the fuck, Asshole?”
He certainly got his name for a reason, even if my sister always gives me shit about calling my cat a curse word.
He’s sweet as pie when she comes here, but with me, you’d think I starved him the way he takes any opportunity to tear into me.
You’re probably wondering why I have a cat, seeing as we seem to hate one another, and I wonder the same thing often.
But the thing the realtor didn’t tell me when I bought this place is that it came with this dick, a stray that had hung around the grounds for years. Except when I moved in, he decided it was time to become an indoor cat, and now he spends his days tormenting me and my very expensive suits.
Another loud meow is accompanied by another series of scratches to my ankles.
“You’re a real dick, you know that?” I grumble, heading toward the kitchen where his treats are kept.
After the first day, when he refused to leave, I figured it was cruel not to feed him, and I may kill people as part of my job, but I don’t hurt animals. I’m not that big of a piece of shit.
Then came the litter box after the third rug he destroyed.
And then the trip to the vet to make sure he was healthy. A trip that cost me an arm and a leg, as well as scratches to every part of my body when I tried to get the little fucker into the carrier.
