THE UNICORN.2
The Unicorn’s sense of adventure appealed to me instantly.
He wasn’t afraid to try new things.
Hell, he agreed to go on a date with an author he knew nothing about.
But it seemed he was up for almost anything.
A girl came over, and he gave her a twirl. All her Christmases had come at once.
Shock, horror, I am very possessive and have never been one to share my toys.
Was I jealous that some girl came over and tried to muscle in on my date?
No, I was not.
Did I want to push her down the stairs accidentally on purpose?
Perhaps.
The Unicorn read my reaction instantly and asked if I was jealous.
I said no.
He laughed, pulled me into his huge chest, and demanded I look at him as he rebuked my claims.
“You are so jealous,”
he said with a playful smile.
He was so enjoying this.
Maybe I was a little jealous? But I had forgotten what that felt like because, to be jealous, you actually had to care.
And I hadn’t done that in a very long time.
He kissed me, and I wanted to eat him alive.
A primitive response, perhaps because we’re all just animals in the end, and out here in the wild, I needed to stake my claim on The Unicorn.
But it was getting late, and like Cinderella, I was about to turn into a pumpkin as it was well after midnight. The Unicorn, however, wasn’t ready to call it a night.
I was more than happy for him to go out without me since I needed sleep. And I am not one of those people who needs to tag along ’cause of FOMO. When I am done, I am done.
But The Unicorn said something to me that cemented my fate.
“That’s not how it works,”
he said, engulfing me in his huge arms, ensuring I looked at him as he continued. “We go together. We leave together.”
Where the fuck had this man come from?
I could question that tomorrow because he stuck true to his word. If I wanted to leave, he was coming with me. We caught a ride home where, in that back seat, he once again unapologetically made me squirm. He never broke eye contact; all I could do was succumb to the most beautiful deviant I had ever met.
My body responded to him in ways that had never happened before. It usually takes a lot more for your girl to be that turned on, but I was about to explode in the back seat of that car.
It was sensory overload, and I knew the moment I got home I was going to be destroyed in every single way and love every depraved second of it.
When we got home, I stripped off, needing a shower. The Unicorn joined me a few minutes later. Being this naked with someone you only just met can be a fucking scary thing. But it wasn’t with him.
He pulled me into his chest, and we kissed.
Slow and passion-filled—my most favorite kiss of all.
The water cascaded around us, and with the lights off, it felt almost dreamlike. Like a scene out of one of my books.
This wasn’t my life.
This didn’t happen to me.
I wasn’t accustomed to a man hugging me and kissing me this way. He was rough yet gentle. He was reckless yet careful.
And he was always respectful.
I couldn’t keep up.
I was losing a race I didn’t even know I was running.
I had long given up on the idea that this type of man existed, so to have this now, I was slowly becoming addicted to the taste.
Each kiss grew.
Each touch lingered.
He was everywhere, yet I wanted more.
And I knew in that precise moment…I wanted to keep him.
My heart hurt because it was not prepared for yet another heartbreak. But I didn’t care.
I wanted this man more than I needed air to breathe.
We went into the bedroom, and what he did next…oh, be still my iniquitous heart.
He bent me over his lap, and with my ass poised high, he slapped me—so fucking hard.
Each time, it was harder.
Each time, I died a small death.
He asked if I wanted more.
If I wanted it harder.
And each question was answered with a yes.
This wasn’t something we spoke about. We were just in sync with what we wanted. My body responded to his. And his to mine.
I was so turned on by this stage. I don’t remember the last time I was this wet.
So the question is, why is he called The Unicorn?
Yes, it is what you’re all thinking. You wouldn’t be reading this book if it wasn’t. You’re all my dirty little monsters, which is why you’ll understand.
He was one of a kind. Of course he was. You’ve read what a rarity he was.
But The Unicorn’s horn was the biggest, the longest, the hardest thing I had ever seen, and it was about to fuck me into next week and do so with a shameless smile.
And I was so here for it.
This was it—make or break.
He established early on that he was in control, and when he lay on top of me and fucked the ever-living shit out of me, I was a goner.
I didn’t stand a chance.
We had sex unlike strangers.
We fit.
Although I was submerged in everything that was The Unicorn, I molded to his body and his to mine.
I was little.
He was big.
Two pieces of a puzzle we were still unsure of what the picture was.
He kissed me.
He restrained me as he spat the filthiest things into my ear.
I had to close my eyes because his eye contact was almost too much.
I felt him breaking every part of me—both literally and figuratively.
Again, his touches were rough but gentle.
He was a lover who read their partner and watched for their cues to what made them cry harder. Or elicit a string of profanity as they were robbed of any other words.
And then he continues to push until you’re straddling the line of pleasure and pain.
Skin to skin.
His body warmed mine.
I was slipping into an abyss, but I would happily fall because he was more to me in that one night than the men prior to me were in months.
Years.
The sex lasted for what felt like a very long time.
Never did I grow bored.
Never did I feel like it was too much.
On the contrary, I wanted more.
But I didn’t realize how much more was headed my way…
I woke to a kiss on the shoulder and a “Good morning, gorgeous.”
The Unicorn had stayed over.
A first for me because it had been a long time since I shared my bed with a man.
Someone shouldn’t look this incredibly hot in the morning.
But in the morning light, The Unicorn was even more incredible.
He wore stubble the way I like it.
And his eyes were that vibrant color when one first wakes.
He smiled.
I died.
I needed to slap some sense into myself because I was waiting for the inevitable yawn and overhead stretch before the infamous words of, “Thanks for a fun night, but I gotta go.”
I braced for it, but it never came.
The Unicorn did, however…numerous times.
How could the sex be getting better?
This was impossible.
We spent the entire day hanging out, watching TV, and having mind-blowing sex.
Repeat.
Just when I thought he couldn’t outdo himself, he went and did…that.
It was a first.
It’s not a myth, ladies.
I made a mess.
Curious?
It starts with an S and ends with a quirt.
He was so not sorry that he was the cause of such a mess.
He carried me into the bedroom, and I remember feeling utterly safe in his arms. And that, to me, is the most important factor in any partnership.
Feeling safe and loved.
The Unicorn stayed that night too.
We spoke about everything and anything. Again, I was shocked at how natural things felt.
Even when he didn’t stay on his side of the bed, and I ended up on the edge, I loved feeling him close by.
I didn’t realize I had missed sleeping beside someone, and then I appreciated that even when I had, that person may as well have been sleeping in the next room.
The Unicorn was the perfect sleeping partner.
He didn’t snore.
He slipped his arm under my pillow and cradled me into his chest. But when he turned, he ensured I turned with him as it was my turn to be the big spoon.
Slipping my arm under his, I ran my fingers over his chest.
Or along his upper shoulder and neck.
He would sigh and cuddle closer to me.
It warmed my heart.
He told me he had walls up, but asleep, his guard lowered, and who I saw was someone I wanted in my bed every night.
There was such a gentle streak to him, but in no way did I mistake that as weakness. Perhaps like a wounded animal who fought his entire life to survive. And when he was shown kindness, he didn’t know how to respond as he wasn’t accustomed to someone being nice to him without wanting something in return.
I didn’t want anything in return.
All I wanted was him.
The Unicorn spent the weekend, and come Monday, reality set in, and it was time to part ways.
He left and promised to text when he got back home.
This was the moment of truth.
I tried to keep busy at work, but the ghosts of my exes wouldn’t leave me be.
Sparkles and M?tley assured me he was different.
I wasn’t holding my breath.
But when my phone lit up with a text, I was proven wrong.
It was The Unicorn asking how work was.
I needed to chill the fuck out.
This didn’t mean anything.
He was a nice guy.
It didn’t mean he wanted to see me again.
M?tley had the wine and snacks ready when I came home from work.
She wanted to know it all.
And I told her.
Every single thing from start to finish. I needed to express it out loud for fear I had dreamed the entire thing.
She swooned and stuck to her first impression of him, that he wasn’t going anywhere.
It’s remarkable what others see when looking at you.
She told me how he would look at me when I spoke, and he smiled. She said he never stopped smiling. I often wonder what he thought.
He called me that night, and we spoke for about six hours.
The next night, the same thing happened.
My friends were impressed and wanted their own unicorn.
I didn’t know when I would see him again, but it was okay. I liked that we talked well into the night. There never was a pause or a dull moment.
The Unicorn was back at work the next day, so I assumed I wouldn’t see him until he was off next. But he texted me and said he was thinking of coming over.
I was confused.
Did he mean now?
He had to drive out of his way to see me as his house is closer to work than mine is. But he said he wanted to see me.
And I wanted to see him.
So before I knew it, The Unicorn was standing on my doorstep, looking a dirty dream—I mean that in the literal sense as The Unicorn gets his hands dirty in all components of life.
He ate, showered, and then we went to bed, where he did things to me that were illegal in at least ten different countries.
There is usually one thing that your partner does or says that makes you go weak at the knees, and for me, it’s spoken words, of course. When barking orders at me, I would rebel (no surprise), and what he would say to me, I just wanted to defy him even harder because, oh my lord…
The words he spoke, although simple, left me a salivating mess.
“Do what you’re told.”
The moment he said those words, I did the opposite as I knew what followed.
He’d slap my ass.
He’d order me to spit in his mouth.
He’d pull my hair.
He’d choke me.
He’d talk dirty.
He’d eat me out in a way that had me wondering, where the fuckity fuck did he learn that?
He’d fuck me into submission.
And then we’d fall asleep close together, his gentle breathing lulling me to sleep.
This was our routine for a week.
And I was becoming hooked.
So were my friends who loved The Unicorn.
They wanted to hang out as his energy was addictive. I loved the way he engaged with them.
I spoke to his family on the phone early on.
He made it clear I wasn’t a secret; something which was a culture shock for me. He often said his friends didn’t believe I was real. That I was The Unicorn’s imaginary girlfriend.
The more time I spent with him, the more I liked.
This was bad.
My heart prepared for battle.
He was beyond handsome, and I often looked at him when he was distracted. The way he would use his left hand for some things but his right for others, or the cute little gaps between his teeth. Or the heart shape at the end of his nose.
I admired all the things he probably overlooked. He was simply beautiful.
Usually, someone needs a muse to be inspired, and The Unicorn quickly became mine. I mentioned how Switzerland was on the cover of LOVE HARD, and his tattoos were a distinguishing feature. He never wanted any notoriety. He was just happy to do something important to me.
I then had an idea.
I asked The Unicorn if perhaps he would like to do a cover with me because even though I had no idea where this was headed, I would always remember him as the boy who was different from the rest.
He seemed hesitant at first because perhaps his confidence was shattered due to someone not loving him how he deserved. But he said he would do it for me, and just when I thought he couldn’t surprise me any more than he already had, he told me he wanted to get a tattoo…of a unicorn.
I had given him a list of the names M?tley and I had come up with for him as I had told him I wanted to write about us because this story was so unlike anything I’ve ever told. The Unicorn was the first name I thought of, but usually, one associates unicorns with glitter and five-year-old girls’ birthday parties.
But he laughed and said what did I like best. I said The Unicorn because that’s what you are—you’re my unicorn. You really are one of a kind.
So he stated, “The Unicorn it is, then.”
So he was known as The Unicorn from that day forward.
So the tattoo touched me in so many ways.
We searched for the perfect image, and his sister sent him one that summed him up perfectly—he was a dark horse beneath that unicorn skin. And the ink he got reflected this.
The Unicorn had a darkness too.
It sang to mine.
We understood one another well because perhaps our pasts were parallel.
Love hurt us both, and when love hurts you over and over again when all you’ve done is try, one cannot help but be one with the darkness when the light refuses to shine.
He opened up more about his past, and I understood why he was the way he was. His walls were erected to protect himself, and whenever I did something for him, it left him out of sorts. For someone to receive the bare minimum and then to receive more than they have, it confuses them and leaves them questioning why.
It hurt my heart.
I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I do things for the people I care for because seeing them happy makes me happy.
And I wanted to see The Unicorn smile because when he did, it was beautiful.
But he was still my Rubik’s Cube as I was forever second-guessing him.
Perhaps when I got too close, he retreated.
I didn’t push because when someone pushes me, I do the complete opposite, which is ironically also a part of The Unicorn’s DNA.
He would message every morning and night before he went down into his hole for work, and then the moment he was above ground, he would text and tell me he was coming over.
We fell into his pattern so easily.
M?tley was convinced he was moving in.
I had delegated his own drawer, and he had his own toothbrush. I just wanted to make things easier for him. He never asked me for one single thing. All he wanted was to spend time together.
We did everything and anything.
I often asked him to write something for me as he was left-handed, which is my weakness. We all have a kink, and mine is a left-handed man. So when he spanked me, choked me, or slipped his fingers inside me with his left hand, it drove me wild.
He didn’t know this, but remember, I pay attention to the things that most people don’t. I don’t miss the small things the universe drops into my lap. But The Unicorn wasn’t something small. He was soon becoming a big part of my world. It felt as though he was always a part of it.
He was close to perfect.
Was he?
Absolutely not.
But who is?
He didn’t make me angry.
He didn’t annoy me—much.
We had been in one another’s space since we met.
He was thoughtful.
Considerate.
He was kind.
I liked being beside him in silence.
He calmed me.
But my head started doing that thing it does when things are calm.
I began to self-sabotage.
I scrutinized.
I looked for things that weren’t there. But I was convinced they were. I just wasn’t looking hard enough.
My heart couldn’t be happy. It forgot how to beat without pain.
There had to be a catch.
There always is.
And I found it when someone inboxed me the moment I posted The Unicorn on my socials.
It was such a rookie move on my behalf as this has happened before. But I wanted to believe he was different.
She told me to check his phone.
My stomach dropped.
Not again.
He was sleeping beside me. And I looked at him. Memorizing who this man was because I promised to never see him again if history was about to repeat itself.
If he proved to be like the others, then I would be stronger this time.
No second chances.
No second best.
I asked him why this woman had told me to check his phone.
He took a little while to reply.
Did I sense deception?
Was he trying to come up with a credible story?
I felt sick.
He explained the situation.
It only made me feel worse.
Sparkles told me something which stuck; she said you don’t really know a person or the foundation of your relationship until your first fight.
And although very early days, I could see that The Unicorn cared.
He never raised his voice.
He never avoided my questions.
However, the more he explained, the angrier I got.
Trigger after trigger slapped me in the face, and my heart was screaming at me to abort this mission before we got hurt again.
I didn’t understand why he chose to do what he did.
Perhaps he didn’t feel what I thought he did.
Perhaps he was just waiting for the next best thing to come along.
Or perhaps I’d never find anyone to see me for who I really was.
Tears welled, but no more.
It’s hard being mad when the cause is right beside you, trying to make amends.
I needed space away from him.
It was too much.
I wanted to believe him.
But I had believed the others, which is why I didn’t believe him.
They lied.
They all do.