2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Hailey Donovan is a goddess on earth and she doesn’t even know it.
Her eyes, bright and cerulean, remind me of sea glass. Her nose is small and as straight as a pin and her lips are seductively bow-shaped, appearing even more delectable painted in red.
Fiery red strands of hair escape from the loose bun at the back of her head. A few frame the sides of her face and a curly strand hovers over her right eye.
As otherworldly attractive as she looks, she doesn’t fall into the criteria of women I take to my bed.
The women I fuck are always the same. Wild and free. Always ready to walk away without any commitment whatsoever. We have fun and go our separate ways and life moves on.
Hailey is the exact opposite of these women. She’s incredibly uptight and guarded with walls higher that of China. She’s a spitfire who barely takes a joke and her mouth is ever ready to put me in my place whenever I pull her legs.
I’ll admit that it’s a little satisfying to get on her nerves sometimes. We’re like oil and water. We never mix and anytime we get into one of those banters, I don’t make an effort to let it go because I have an innate urge to always be right.
And a couple of times, I look at her longer than necessary. She is beautiful after all, even though she may not realize it. But since she’s Jasmine’s best friend, she’s off-limits in every way possible.
Which is why, in those rare times that I catch myself slipping by imagining what it’d be like to have her pressed against me or what it’d be like to shut her pretty mouth with my cock, I’m quick to get myself back on track once I remember Jasmine’s threat the first time she introduced Hailey to me.
‘Hailey’s my best and only friend, Matthew.
You’re my brother and I know what you can do very well.
Hailey’s not like one of those girls you mess around with.
She’s sensitive and easily gets attached.
And the last thing I want is for you to ruin our friendship just because you’re horny.
If Hailey and I ever stop being friends because of you, I’ll never ever forgive you. ’
That was 12 years ago. A lot of time has passed since that time. A lot of things have happened as well.
The Hailey in question has fallen in and out of love with some rando and even given birth to a son for him. And up until tonight, we were employees in rival companies.
However, there’s something different about the air tonight.
For the first time, I don’t reject the thought of taking her to my bed.
A black scarf is wrapped stylishly around her neck. Her shirt is still completely buttoned in a typical Hailey fashion, but it doesn’t conceal the roundness of her breasts or how her peaked nipples strain against the fabric.
Her black skirt slightly rides up her thighs, further exposing the sheer lace stockings that enclose her long legs.
Her legs cross even tighter the longer I look at her and I don’t miss the goosebumps that rise on them when I trap them between my thighs.
The longer I stare at her face, the more I see the frustration and sadness hidden deep in her eyes. I don’t act like I can see it though, because I know Hailey well enough to know how much she hates being pitied.
Banter aside, I never know what’s really wrong with her. She acts so tough on the outside but I can’t imagine what must be going through that pretty head of hers.
However, I can tell I’m distracting her from the storm in her head. Good.
Hailey doesn’t answer my question. She looks down at her legs between mine and grazes her teeth over her bottom lip.
I pinch the flimsy material of her stockings. “That’s cute.”
She shifts on her stool while my fingers slowly trail up her thighs.
“This is a bit reckless,” she points out, voice breathier than usual. “By tomorrow, we’ll be co-workers. So this isn’t exactly appropriate.”
My fingers trail higher until they graze the hem of her skirt. Her muscles tense under my touch and she squeezes her thighs tighter.
“You should tell me to stop then,” I say. “Make up your mind before your friends see you, Hailey.”
“Make up my mind about what?” she asks, her tone steady now, despite the tension crackling between us. Despite knowing exactly what I’m talking about.
I flick the hem of her skirt and withdraw my fingers from her thighs. “About whether you want to spend the night in my bed or not.”
Hailey scoffs, cheeks a deep red even under the shimmering lights. “Bold of you to assume I want you to fuck me, Matthew.”
A smirk falls on my face as I lean back. She will never not act hard to get.
“But you do,” I tell her matter-of-factly. “You badly do.”
She downs the rest of her drink and drops her glass on the counter with a little more force than necessary.
A flame burns in her eyes as she looks at me. “And you? Do you want to fuck me?”
It’s not a surprise that this conversation has taken a bold, wild turn. Hailey is not a mincer of words and neither am I.
“I want to ruin you, Hailey. Badly.”
It’s such a high to see her pupils dilate like this. Her pupils only dilate around me when she’s ready to start a fight.
“This is only going to happen once,” she says, pointing a finger at me. “Just tonight. And we’re never going to talk about it. Ever. Because it never happened.”
I smile, completely aware of the twitching in my pants. “But right now, it is happening.”
She blushes and slides off the stool. “I’ll leave first. They can’t see us leaving together.”
It takes every ounce of self-control in my body to stop myself from gawking at her as she leaves. The thought of taking her to my bed has every nerve in my body bouncing to life.
A tiny part of me is nervous about what we’re about to do. Which is comical since I’ve never had a problem with having one-night stands.
But it’s not just any woman. It’s Hailey Donovan. Jasmine’s best friend. The very one she warned me about.
However, if this is going to work, I have to see Hailey as just any other woman. The stranger they are, the easier it is to forget.
Besides, what Jasmine doesn’t know won’t kill her.
When I turn around again, I see Hailey waving at her friends as she heads towards the exit. I linger impatiently around the bar for the next couple of minutes before bidding my colleagues farewell and exiting the bar.
I could care less for the frigid cold outside. All I care about now is Hailey and I scan the area to find her red hair.
My eyes zoom in on her a few feet away. She’s leaning against my car, hands wrapped tightly around her body while her right foot impatiently taps the ground.
I make my way towards her and her head shoots up once she hears my footsteps. She looks even more unreal like this, with the wind in her hair and her lips parting as she watches me approach her.
“You could have stayed a little longer,” she starts. “Are you sure they won’t catch up on - ”
My lips are on hers before she can finish. Hailey responds to me immediately, body latching onto mine like a magnet.
I cup the back of her neck, kissing her recklessly, as I pin her against the car. Her lips are even softer than I imagined, her tongue warm and slick as she slides it against mine.
We’re kissing like teenagers drunk on lust and high with adrenaline. Her hands fist the collar of my shirt just as my hands travel down her body, exploring all her dips and curves.
An almost inaudible whimper leaves her throat the moment my hands greedily squeeze her ass, but it’s enough to drive me crazy.
Hailey breaks the kiss with a gasp and breathes shakily as she looks around.
My heart beats like a drum in my chest. “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to shut that mouth of yours.”
She looks back at me, cheeks reddening even further. Her lips are swollen and wet like mine.
Just when I’m about to kiss her again, she places a hand over my mouth. “Are you planning to fuck me against your car?”
“If I could, I would.” Then I open the door for her to get in, before slamming it shut.
I get into the car as swiftly as possible and drive us away from the bar. One of my hands gravitate to her thighs and she shivers on her seat.
My fingers graze her inner thighs, but it’s not enough. I need more and she does too.
“Lift your skirt for me, Hailey.” I demand as I slow down behind another car.
Hailey dips her fingers beneath the hem of her skirt without question and lifts her skirt.
My fingers graze the edge of her panties, and sure enough she’s soaking wet for me. She cries weakly when I drag two fingers up her slit and throws her head back with a gasp when I draw tight circles over her clit.
My cock hardens to the point of pain. Every muscle in my body is as taut as steel and the slow traffic isn’t making things easier.
“Matt,” Hailey whines beside me. She bucks her hips in response to my touch and traps my hand between her legs with a hard squeeze.
Her grip against my wrist is tight. “Hurry up.”
Fortunately, there’s no vehicle behind me. So I reverse and swerve out of the traffic, before opting for a short cut.
I don’t stop dragging my fingers up and down Hailey’s slit, alternating between circling and pinching her clit. I tease her wickedly, drawing out her impending orgasm.
And just when she’s about to come, I turn off the ignition in front of our apartment complex and take my hand away from her skirt.
Hailey’s chest rises and falls as she glares at me, but I kiss her before she can say anything else. We get out of the car and I all but drag her with me to the elevator.
Once the doors of the elevator trap us in, we lunge for each other like animals.
We’re kissing again, fiercely, and desperately, like there’s something we urgently need to get out of our systems.
I lift her and she instinctively wraps her legs around me. My hands are on her ass, squeezing insatiably, and her fingers are hurriedly snapping off the buttons of my shirt.
Even when the doors slide open, we don’t stop kissing. Blindly, I lead us towards my apartment which is right in front of hers.