Breaking All The Rules

One | Eva | Two Weeks Ago

One

Eva

Two Weeks Ago

“It’s so crowded and noisy in here,” I whined as I plopped down on the leather padded barstool and pulled at my skirt that kept riding higher up my thigh. I regretted very few things in life, but tonight was filled with them. For example, letting my best friend, Brittany, and my two younger sisters convince me to get dressed up and come out with them to a packed bar in Manhattan on a Monday night. This wasn’t my type of scene. I would much rather be at home, comfortable in my sweats, watching reruns of Jeopardy.

“It’s barely even busy,” Brittany said with a laugh. “Try coming here on the weekend—you can’t even hear yourself think, let alone move.”

“So, why are we here again?” I looked around the room as I drummed my hands on my thighs anxiously under the high-top table. I had no idea what I was looking for, but something deep down told me that it was my excuse to get the hell out of there—or at least I hoped it did.

“We’re here because you’ve been cooped up and wallowing by yourself in that tiny apartment of yours for six months, and you need some damn fun in your life,” my middle sister, Gabi, replied, lifting the shot glass the waiter had just set in front of her. I glanced down at mine as I felt their judgmental gazes, likely expecting me to be boring and predictable.

Fuck it.

I lifted the glass, pulled my shoulders back, and took a deep breath in. She was right. I had been wallowing for six months, but she seemed to forget that it wasn’t because I was boring and lonely. It was after my fiancé left me for another woman. And I wouldn’t technically call it wallowing . It was more that I was trying to find who I was without Jeremy, and it was taking a little longer than I cared to admit. How I had allowed myself to get so lost while I was with him was beyond me.

Ending our relationship wasn’t something that I saw coming. Just like I hadn’t expected to catch him getting a blow job under his desk one night when I took him dinner because I felt bad that he was working late. But you live, you learn, and you move on for the most part. The moving on portion was still a little complicated for me because even though I didn’t love Jeremy anymore, I had spent a good portion of my life trying to be what I thought he wanted, only to find out he wanted something else. The bastard stole every tiny ounce of happiness I had, along with my toaster. For my own good, my ass...

“Cheers,” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. My cheeks hurt from the fake smile I was forcing.

I tilted my head back and opened my mouth, allowing the liquid to burn my throat on its way down. There was no way in hell that I was reaching for my Diet Coke as a chaser—even if I needed it. If they wanted to see wild and crazy Eva, they were going to get wild and crazy Eva. I shook my head excitedly like I was having the time of my life before setting the empty shot glass down on the table.

I knew they were watching because I could feel their eyes on me. But those weren’t the only ones. I could feel the heat from across the room as his gaze bore into me before I found him. The room was dimly lit, so it was hard to see the full details of the man sitting at a private table in the VIP area. However, from what I could see, he was drop-dead gorgeous.

The women around him desperately tried to get his attention as they paraded in front of him in their micro-dresses, but he didn’t seem to notice as he kept his eyes on me. His tall frame leaned back against a leather couch as he slowly lifted his glass of what I assumed was whiskey to his lips. His dark hair looked like he had been freshly fucked as it stood slightly mussed on his head, my fingers itching to run through it.

I didn’t even know this man, yet he had fire spreading through my veins just from the way he continued to stare at me. It was almost as if he was a predator and I was his prey.

When he lowered his glass, a designer watch slid down his wrist, catching in the lights above him. An equally attractive man sitting next to him leaned in to tell him something. He nodded subtly and looked around, his eyes finding me easily again as the crowd of people between us started to thicken in the packed nightclub.

He didn’t strike me as the kind of man who frequented these sorts of establishments, but then again, with the smoking hot smolder he had going on, I couldn’t see why he wouldn’t. He could literally have any woman in the room if he wanted—including me.

“I knew it. Just one night out with us was all she needed,” Lucy, my baby sister, sang as she reached over and patted me on the back with a smile.

As much as she wanted to stay true to her wild ways, her touch was more of a mother than a party girl with those days long past her. I felt a pang in my chest when I thought about how big her fight was going to be with her husband when she got home tonight. While I personally didn’t love going out for a girl’s night that often, Lucy wasn’t usually allowed to.

“I wouldn’t get too excited over that,” Gabi snorted. “She’s only done one shot and looks like a caged animal, ready to bolt the second she can. Look at the way she’s intently scoping out the room, her eyes darting back and forth as if she’s desperate to find an exit.”

I raised an eyebrow and locked eyes with her. I recognized the unspoken challenge she was issuing. The problem was that I didn’t know if I actually wanted to accept it. Suddenly, her features softened as if she were pitying me, and my mind was made. I didn’t want or need anyone’s pity.

The waiter returned a few minutes later with the second round of shots that Gabi had immediately requested after he dropped off the first round. Once they were on the table, I reached over and swiped Gabi’s from her. In one swift movement, I downed her shot and mine, then slammed the empty glasses on the table as I raised an eyebrow at her.

Tequila was never my drink of choice, mainly because it always resulted in a terrible headache the next day. But it was worth it if it meant that I was headed in the right direction of getting my family to stop thinking that I was some broken woman who didn’t know how to have fun anymore. Sure, I was approaching forty, but it wasn’t like I was some crazy cat woman who relied on them to keep me company on my lonely nights. I had fun; it was usually just confined to the comfort of my apartment, and it ended before nine o’clock.

I could hear Brittany hootin’ and hollerin’ beside me, cheering as she pointed at Gabi and laughed at how I stole her drink. She definitely drew attention to our table, but there was one person who was taking even more interest than anyone else. I watched as a cocky grin spread across his face before he set his glass down on the table in front of him and stood up. He adjusted his tie and jacket before scooting out between tables and giving a slight nod to the security guard standing at the roped entrance of the VIP section. A casual glance over his shoulder was the last thing I noticed before I slid off my barstool and pulled down my skirt.

Three shots of tequila in under fifteen minutes would give anyone the same confidence as a two-year-old dancing to their favorite song. I looked down at my chest, thankful that I had given in and borrowed Brittany’s tank top that showed off my cleavage in a way that screamed sexy, not slutty. Although, the tight black skirt with a slit up to my thigh and six-inch stiletto heels didn’t necessarily say good girl either.

I wiggled my fingers next to my thighs, trying to dispel some of the energy that was coursing through me. It wasn’t like I was planning to do anything—was I?

Just because I jumped off my barstool quicker than a clown at a rodeo didn’t mean I was expecting anything to happen as I followed him through the pool of bodies on the way to the bathroom. Maybe I just really needed to pee after consuming so much alcohol in such a short time.

My nerves finally started to calm down as I tried to rationalize that I wasn’t stalking him; I was just answering nature’s call. But when I rounded the corner to the hallway where the bathrooms were and plowed right into him, my body quickly convinced me that all of that was bullshit. I was ready to answer another type of call...

His hand gently wrapped around my waist, steadying me as I stumbled and lost my balance.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and gruff, sending a memo directly to my vagina that this sound would be added to my sexy playlist of things I thought about when I was by myself.

“Yeah,” I stammered, refusing to look up and meet the heated gaze that was on me. “Sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

“Well, that’s a shame. And here I thought you must have seen me since you followed me to the bathroom.”

Against my better judgment, I decided to look up slowly and found dark brown eyes fixated on me. That same cocky smile I had seen not too long ago flashed across his face, showing off the perfect dimples in his cheeks. He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth before popping it free, the fullness of it making me want to lean in and bite it.

“I wasn’t following you,” I said quietly, trying to find that tequila-laced confidence that I had only a few minutes ago.

“You sure about that?” He tilted his head to look at me, his hand still warm against my lower back. If he moved it down just slightly, it would be firmly planted on my ass. As if reading my thoughts, he raised his eyebrows and lowered his hand. I could feel the heat radiating off of my body as it begged for more.

“Yeah, I was just heading to the bathroom myself.”

“Well, then, I won’t keep you.” He slowly stepped away, lowering his hand from my body as his fingers brushed across my ass, sending shivers up my spine.

Perhaps it was the tequila running through my veins or the lack of sex, but something changed deep inside, forcing me to act on impulse. I grabbed his hand, pulling him into me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. His lips immediately parted as his tongue licked across my lips, begging for entrance.

Strong hands wrapped around my waist, then dipped down and brushed against my ass as he walked us back against the wall so we were out of the way of those walking past us. I heard a few girls whispering about how hot he was but ignored the comments about why he would choose someone like me. Their opinions didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was the hard bulge that was pressed against my thigh as his mouth devoured mine.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and pulled away, running a hand down the scruff that dotted his jawline.

“Come with me,” he growled, taking me by the hand and leading me down the hallway into a private area marked with employee-only signs.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be back here,” I whispered, looking around to make sure no one was going to catch us.

“It’s fine,” he responded quickly before pulling me into a linen closet and closing the door behind us.

It was too dark to see anything, but within a few seconds, he turned on the flashlight on his phone before setting it on the shelf beside us. He reached over and grabbed me, pulling me back into his arms as his mouth trailed kisses down my neck.

I could feel the aching between my thighs. The wetness that was already starting to pool against the thin fabric of my black lace thong. My chest heaved as he kissed me, lowering his mouth to my breasts as his hands reached up and cupped them.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his breath tickling my skin.

“Yes,” I moaned, leaning in to get closer to him as he licked along the lace of my bra before pulling the cup down with his teeth and exposing a pebbled nipple. His lips immediately found it, pulling it in and sucking hard as a wave of pleasure spread over me.

“Say it. I need to make sure we’re on the same page with what we are doing here.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Turn around,” he growled, pulling away from me to give me space to do so.

I did as he asked, bracing myself against the shelf in front of me. It didn’t look the sturdiest, but my options were limited in the small linen closet.

My heart raced through my chest so loudly that I barely heard the sound of him unzipping his pants and tearing the foil on the condom wrapper. He pushed my skirt further up my thighs, the chill in the air nipping at my ass that was fully exposed and in plain sight for him now.

“Fuck, you have a nice ass. I wish we had more time so I could truly enjoy it.”

“Thank you,” I replied coyly over my shoulder as I felt his cock brush against my ass.

I held on tight to the shelf as I spread my legs as far as I could without losing my balance as his fingers edged under my thong and slid inside of me. I gasped at the welcomed intrusion, pleased with how wet and ready I was for him. Then he slid another finger inside and I thought I was going to come right then and there. I let my head roll back, resting against his chest as I enjoyed the feel of his slightly rough hands on my body.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled against my ear as his fingers pumped faster and harder. “I bet you taste delicious, don’t you?”

I nodded, unable to respond because any functional brain cells I had at this point were focused on my clit, which he was now rubbing with his thumb. Before I was ready for him to stop, he pulled his hand away and stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking them before making a popping sound when he pulled them free.

“I knew it. Delicious,” he said with a low chuckle. “Now I want to feel how good that pussy feels wrapped around me. You think you’re ready for this big cock?”

I nodded again. I was full-on panting at this point, on the verge of coming undone in a linen closet. There was no way I was in any shape to speak actual words to him. Firm hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he lined his cock up at my entrance and slowly pushed inside.

“Ahhhh,” I cried out, intense pleasure threatening to overcome my body any second now. He was beyond well endowed. He was downright huge. My pussy tightened around him, forcing him to stop for a second so I could get used to his size. I tried to spread my legs further so he could go deeper, but the sound of fabric tearing as I felt the slit on my thigh spread forced me to stop. There was no way I was going to be able to walk out of here and pretend nothing happened if I had a slit all the way up to my vagina.

I tried to stifle the moans of pleasure that were desperate to come out, knowing that we couldn’t risk getting caught. His fingers reached down between my legs again, rubbing my clit as he pumped harder, fucking me perfectly from behind. I could feel the pressure building as he went faster, his fingers working in perfect time with his cock.

I couldn’t take it anymore as I tilted my head back and groaned, feeling my pussy pulse against his fingers and cock as my orgasm ripped through me. He slowly removed his fingers, bringing them up for me to taste myself before he grabbed my hips tighter and slammed into me repeatedly until he found his own release.

We stayed there for a few minutes, leaning against each other as our breathing started to return to normal. As good as I felt, I knew that I couldn’t turn around and look at him the way I wanted to. That would be far too intimate for what this really was. But we also couldn’t stay in the linen closet forever either.

I stepped away from him after he slowly pulled out and took a moment to fix my skirt—or what was left of it. I had no idea how bad the damage was since it was still dark in here, but it was worth it. He worked quietly behind me as he situated himself. Luckily, we were right by the bathrooms so I could sneak in and fix whatever I needed to so no one knew what we had just done.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice more relaxed than it was earlier.

“Yeah,” I said, not sure if I was lying. “Great.”

Okay, so that part wasn’t a lie. I did feel great. Better than I had in a long time, likely because I just had the best sex of my life with some random stranger in a linen closet.

But I didn’t have time to stop and dwell on that because it was only a matter of minutes before my sisters and Brittany came looking for me, and this was something I didn’t want to have to explain.

“After you,” he said softly, opening the door and stepping to the side to let me through.

I smiled nervously before stepping out and looking around to see if anyone had seen us.

Thankfully, the coast was clear. I heard him walk out behind me and close the door. Suddenly, it was awkward, and I had no idea what to say. It wasn’t like I knew him. Hell, we didn’t even bother to ask each other’s names. But did that even matter? It wasn’t like we would ever see each other again. One night of fun was all that this was.

We walked in silence down the empty hallway, back toward the bar, where the noise was getting louder the closer we got. Right as we reached the turn for the bathrooms, I was about to excuse myself when a burly man with a thick beard rounded the corner and startled me.

“There you are!” His voice boomed around us. “I was looking all over for you. Brent wants to discuss what the profit-sharing will look like before we move any further.”

I was thankful for the distraction when the guy wouldn’t shut up long enough for him to get a word in, which meant I was off the hook for some weird goodbye with him. They continued walking back to the club while I made a quick pit stop in the ladies’ room.

Soft music floated overhead from the speakers in the corner, making it feel more peaceful than the club really was. I leaned over the sink and took a glance in the mirror, my eyes widening when I saw a red mark on my neck from where he had been kissing me. My fingers trailed over it, a fresh reminder of what I had just done. In a way, I was officially branded, just like in the Scarlet Letter.

I heard a toilet flush and snapped back to reality, pretending to fix my hair as the stall door opened and the sound of high heels approached where I was standing at the counter.

“There you are. We thought you left,” Brittany said, taking a spot next to me at the sink. She eyed me curiously before turning on the water to wash her hands. I knew that look. I hated that look. It was the one that she had every time she could sense there was juicy gossip to share.

“Nope, just went to the bathroom,” I lied as I lifted my finger to wipe off some of the lipstick that was smeared along my bottom lip. I had hoped she hadn’t caught it, but the look on her face confirmed she had.

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow and stared at me in the mirror. “That’s the lame-ass lie you’re going with?”

“What?” I raised my hands beside me. “I’m in the bathroom. You’re in the bathroom. Why is that so hard to believe?”

She let out a long, slow, overly dramatic breath before turning to grab a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall. I felt my anxiety starting to build again as she took her time drying her hands, making me wait for her to say something. I knew that she knew something had happened, but the tension kept building the longer she waited to confirm it.

“Because, Eva, no one was in the bathroom when I came in. I know that for a fact because I checked every single stall looking for you.”

Fuck. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry and scratchy.

“I got lost on my way,” I shrugged. My face flushed with embarrassment as heat flamed across it all the way to my ears.

“You got lost?”

I nodded and shrugged again. My fingers trembled slightly as I pushed a strand of hair back behind my ear, pretending to fix my hair to avoid the look I was getting.

“So, where were you?” she prodded, tapping her foot next to me as she leaned back against the counter, now facing me.

“I was just walking around, looking for the bathrooms,” I lied, hearing the change in my voice at the same time she picked up on it. It only ever got that high when I was lying.

“Then what happened to your skirt? The slit is ripped.” She pointed down to the tear that was so high that I was worried my vagina was going to pop out at any moment and greet the people of Manhattan.

“I tripped.”

The temperature rose around me as the air grew thick with the lies I was spurting out.

“On a dick?”

“Brittany!” I shrieked. My hands flew up, trying to cover my face so she couldn’t see the truth about it. But it was pointless. Her face lit up when she finally noticed the crimson flush across my chest, neck, and face.

“I want ALL. OF. THE. DETAILS!” she squealed excitedly.

“I’m not going to tell you what happened!”

“You just did,” she said with a shrug. “Your body language gives you away every time. And this time, it just so happens to include too many details for you to skimp over. So, start talking.”

She wrapped her arm in mine, leading me out of the bathroom. We talked quickly as we made our way back to the table. I wasn’t ready to give my sisters the details of what had just happened, especially since I was still processing it. But overall, I guess they were right about one thing: a night out on the town wasn’t so bad after all.