2. Stalker Much
Stalker Much
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen Quinn.
I didn’t fuck with or fuck her like I wanted to; I was a perfect lady who actually took her home.
Yep, she was too wasted to be put in a cab alone, so I made sure she got home safely.
Elie was very proud of me; I was pissed for a missed opportunity and left with a serious case of blue lips.
The night wasn’t a complete loss, though.
Quinn became a chatterbox on the way home, telling me how she hated her life here in New York, that she only married her husband because her parents wanted her to.
She never even said the poor bastard’s name; it was like she was afraid that if she said his name, he would appear out of the smoke.
She didn’t say he beat or anything along those lines; it’s just a loveless marriage.
She was pretty sure that he’s fucking around with other women, but she didn’t have the energy to prove it, “as long as it kept him away from her”.
Quinn kept saying how lonely she was, that she missed her life back in Illinois, how she had fallen in love with someone in high school, but her parents had other plans and, voila, here she was in fucking New York.
I’m not a complete shit human, I felt bad for her, that’s why I guess I reigned in my petty bitch and let her off without any consequences.
Well… not no consequences, I mean, she was going to have one hell of a mean hangover the next day, I was purposely making her drinks extra stiff, but how was I to know she could hold her liquor very well?
I’m wiping down the bar when in comes a tall drink of water.
Holy hell, is this guy sexy with his nearly raven black hair, light eyes, and neatly trimmed goatee; I think my panties just went up in flames; this guy is that hot.
When he sits down in front of me to order a Booker’s neat, I want to ask him if he needs help out of his suit jacket just so I can touch him and see what’s under it.
Interrupting me before I can finish, he points at my name tag to say, “Gigi, yes, I see that. Hello, Gigi. I’m Aaron.”
Rubbing my thighs together at the sound of his voice, I bend over to give Aaron a hint of my tits and whisper, “So, Aaron, what’ll it be, another round? I’ll even join you if it’s company you’re looking for.”
Playing with his lower lip, he just smirks at me before grabbing his empty glass to sit in one of our more private booths with his legs spread wide, just waiting for me to sit on his lap so we can talk about the first thing that pops up.
I haven’t been with a guy in a few months, and it looks like Aaron is going to break that spell.
Making myself a soda water with lime since I have customers arriving in a couple hours.
Sliding into the booth, I make sure that I’m shadowed from the rest of the staff; boss lady wants a little privacy.
It feels like Aaron and I have been sitting together, playing whatever game it is we’re playing, when I drop a hundred-dollar bill on the table and pull him behind me to my office.
Thank God I insisted that Elie and I have separate offices to keep the two businesses separate.
My office is all black, the walls, the picture frames, my desk, all of it’s black with the exception of my deep burgundy velvet fainting couch.
No sooner do we step into my office when I slam the door and lock it, I hit my knees before Aaron and start ripping at his belt, loosening it to get at his slacks and then what I really want; his cock.
I may love licking a beautiful pussy, but I love sucking cock just as much.
Before I wrap my lips around his head, I’m pushed back, he grabs my mouth and says, “I’m fucking your mouth, then I’m going fuck your cunt, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll fuck your ass too.
” With that said, he positions me against the door and starts driving his cock into my mouth.
He’s grunting and telling me how amazing my mouth feels when he slows to a steady rhythm, “Open your throat for me, I want to fuck your throat and make you choke on my cum.”
Being the good girl I am, I do as he says and swallow every drop. He’s barely pulled out when I’m being pulled up, and his mouth smashes down on mine. Jesus fuck, this guy is a god.
Reaching down to grab his cock I find that it’s already hard, so I do what’s natural and start stroking him.
He pulls back a bit to whisper against my mouth, “Unless you want me to cum on your pretty little costume, you better stop. Move over to your desk and bend over, it’s time I got a good look at your cunt.
” Before I get into said position, I notice my reflection in the mirror.
Shit, my wig, I taped it on really good this afternoon, but who knows if it’ll stay on with a good fucking.
Seeing where my eyes have travelled, Aaron kisses my neck and murmurs, “Keep it on, I’ll try to be gentle. ”
Gentle he was not, that man licked my pussy until I came so hard, I think I almost passed out, then while I was still recovering from my orgasm, he shoved his cock so deep I was tasting it again from the other side of my throat.
I hadn’t been so thoroughly fucked ever in my life.
He made me want to get to know him so I can keep fucking him for the rest of my life.
I was one hundred percent dick-ma-tized, and not complaining one bit.
The only thing that we didn’t have time for was the ass play, but we can save that one for another day.
We had come to rest on the couch when his phone started ringing.
He hit the end button, but when it started ringing again a few minutes later, he sighed and picked it up.
“Hello, Quinn. I’m sorry, honey. I’m in a meeting, can I call you back?
Oh, dinner tonight, yes, I remember. I’ll be there, baby.
I love you, Quinn.” She hung up before he even finished love.
Oh snap, this has my Spidey senses tingling, how common a name is Quinn, like seriously, did I just fuck Quinn’s husband? It can’t be, right?
Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he rubs his hand down his face, “That sounded terrible, didn’t it? I’m here with you, we just got done fucking, and I’m telling my wife that I love her.”
Standing and straightening my dress before walking over to my mirror, I fix my wig and make-up, looking back at Aaron through the mirror, I nonchalantly say. “I’m not one to judge. I didn’t think you were going to propose to me afterwards. It is what it is, and I don’t want to pry.”
He’s standing, tucking in his dick, then moving on to his shirt, not looking at me, he says, “Let me start with this isn’t normal for me, I’ve never met someone and done anything like this with them.
” Chuckling to himself, he mumbles, “Smooth Aaron, really smooth.” Looking guiltily at me, he continues, “My marriage is complicated. I do, did love my wife, but she has never loved me and makes it appoint of telling me every day how she only married me because he parents wanted her to. After this year, we can get divorced, and Quinn can tell her parents that we tried, but it just didn’t work out.
We’ve only stayed together because she gets an inheritance if she stays married for five years; this year makes it five and a half; she wanted it to look legit before claiming her money. ”
Looking at Aaron, he really looks like he was all in with his marriage with Quinn, but the fucking bitch strikes again, and this time she sucked the soul out of this man.
This gets my petty brain to thinking, turning to look at Aaron in his beautiful storm grey eyes, I need to know, why me?
So, hands on my hips, I ask, “Why did you do what you’ve never done before with me, what made you break your marital vows with me? ”
What he says next shocks the shit out of me. “Because I know who you are, Imogen.” I begin backing away from him, needing to put space between us. I scoot around my desk without taking my eyes off of him. I don’t know if I’m pissed or afraid.
Putting his hands up he gives me his spiel, “I found your business card for HautGrlz Ink in her coat pocket the other night, if I know anything about my wife it’s that she would never get a tattoo so I got curious, did a little digging and discovered that owner of HautGrlz Ink is Imogen Song who is from the same small town, same high school and graduated the same year as my dear wife.
That’s not a coincidence, Imogen, so I hired a private investigator to find out about just how well you two knew each other; however, I was not prepared to learn what a terrible human Quinn truly was.
What she did to you was more than just the typical mean girl; it was horrific.
” Shaking his head, he says barely loud enough for me to hear, “I thought she was dismissive and demeaning to me due to the forced marriage. The more I learned about you, the more intrigued I grew to know that woman who survived my wife’s viciousness and was kind enough to get her home when she was too drunk to get herself home.
I think I started to fall in love with that person.
In coming here today, I had every intention of getting to know you better, but when you bent over the bar and basically threw yourself at me, I couldn’t let a great opportunity pass. ”
While he was talking, I sat down at my desk chair. That was a lot to take in, especially the part where he said he was pretty much stalking me and started to fall in love; What. The. Fuck?