Chapter 12
Chase
There was no way I was staying in knowing Maryellen was most likely out with that douchebag from the other night. Mitch wasn’t the best option for a night like this. He was all for Maryellen and me getting together. If I was going out on the prowl, he’d never let it happen.
Yep, I was already breaking my promise to myself about Maryellen. I was looking for a hookup tonight.
Fuck it, if she was out with someone else after my confession, I felt it was called for.
That was why Mitch didn’t get the call.
Instead, I reached out to my buddies from college who now lived in the New York area.
We decided to meet at The Velvet Rope, the club Harper used to work at.
It was great when she did; we got quick service and a guaranteed table.
Regardless, the place was hopping, always had lit music, and was full of hot girls.
The best place for me to be tonight.
The line was wrapped around the block once we arrived, but I knew the bouncer and was able to get in the side door.
“This place looks awesome,” Ely said. “And we get to the front of the line.”
He slapped my back as we went in the side entrance.
“Wait until you see the inside,” Sam screamed. The noise level tripled once we walked in.
The two of them were wide-eyed at the place. It was impressive with its private rooms looming over the huge dance floor. There were at least four bars around the perimeter, with the DJ stand sitting above one of them.
“Holy shit, why have I never been here?” Ely asked. Turning to me. “Asshole, why haven’t you brought me here before?”
They followed me like puppies to the closest bar we could get to, and I bought us a round. With drinks in hand, we surveyed the area for a spot to claim as our own. The best I could find was a tall table with no chairs, which was fine. I didn’t plan on sitting much tonight.
I was already halfway done with my first drink by the time we grabbed the table.
“Who’s getting the first round of shots, I’m gonna need one soon,” I said.
Ely went for a walk to the bar while Sam and I checked out the scene. The music was loud and electric, which had the girls moving on the dance floor. Everywhere you looked, there was a girl trying to outdo the one next to her, whether it was with dance moves or lack of clothing.
“There are some hot ones here tonight.” Sam had to almost scream it into my ear for me to hear him.
I continued surveying the floor.
I was on the prowl. Yeah, I was an asshole. But I needed something, or someone, to distract me, and that damn phone call I overheard. It made complete sense that my father and Maryellen talked. I knew they did. There was something off about it, yet I didn’t know what it was.
And it really bothered me.
Ely came back with six shots. No idea how he did that, but he barely spilled a drop. He lined them up on the table and we gathered around.
“First there’s tequila,” he said. “Then to follow we’ve got Green Tea shots.”
All six shots were gone within thirty seconds. Combine that with the bourbon I was almost finished with, my night was off to a good start.
“I’m heading to the dance floor, gonna see who might be looking for some fun.” I chugged the last mouthful of bourbon and put the empty glass on the table. My salute to the guys as I left them to their drinks earned me a laugh.
As I sauntered into the mass of people, a group of girls surrounded me immediately. All three were hot in their own way. It was the brunette who caught my eye, though. I think because she looked the least like Maryellen.
She smiled and danced in front of me, shaking her tits as she did.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
I really didn’t want to do names, but it would be rude now that she asked.
“Chase,” I said, leaning in to say it close to her ear. “And you?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m Angela.”
I pulled her by the waist against my body, and she liked that. Her little red dress barely covered her ass, and I found myself reaching for the hem.
She didn’t stop me.
As my fingers wandered under her dress, it was obvious she wore a thong. The skin of her ass was warm against my fingertips. I didn’t go up too high, but no one could see what I was doing, anyway. We were packed like sardines on the floor.
She spun around so her back was against me, her ass against my dick. Her arms reached behind her, around my neck. She rubbed that ass of hers against me as I gripped her waist. Her tits were barely held in by the silky material as she moved against me, and I was tempted to reach for them.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” She pushed her ass against me even harder.
“I just got here, sweetheart.”
She spun around and had her mouth on my neck, by my ear.
“I’ll make it worth it,” she purred in my ear. Then she nipped at the lobe, and I felt that shoot right to my cock.
“Where to?” I asked.
Sam and Ely were dancing with Angela’s friends. As she grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor, the guys gave me the thumbs-up. She grabbed her coat, and we headed to the exit.
This was the kind of shit the three of us pulled all the time at Boston University.
But that was years ago.
Tonight, I didn’t care.
This girl was pretty and willing. That was all I cared about.
“Should I get a car?” I asked.
She dragged me along the street, almost tripping on her shiny black stiletto heels.
“Nope, I don’t live far.”
The walk seemed far. Farther than we needed to walk in these temperatures. Finally, she stopped at a building and put in a code. Once inside, I realized that even apartment buildings in SoHo could be…in poor shape.
That was when it hit me that I knew nothing about this girl.
My brain did a check to remember if I had a condom in my wallet, and I was pretty sure I did.
We made our way up the stairs, and yes, it was a walk-up.
I had nothing against walk-ups, but we were already passing the fifth floor.
Once we reached the seventh, she pulled open the door and put a key into the first door we came to.
“Home sweet home,” Angela said as we walked in.
The apartment was cute. She kept it well, which made me feel better. It may have been mostly pink, but it was maintained and neat. Funny how back in college those weren’t things I cared about or even noticed. You only cared about getting laid.
I could be more selective now.
She stumbled, taking off her shoes as she walked through her living area, and crashed into her couch. That was when I realized she was more intoxicated than I thought. She regained her balance and walked toward her kitchenette.
“Want anything?” she asked.
I waved her off. “No, I’m good, thanks.”
What I really wanted was to get to why I was here. She was making this into more than it needed to be. It was only a hookup.
I should have taken control when we first walked in and made the first move.
Why didn’t I?
When I glanced her way, thinking it would be a glass of water in her hands, I was shocked to see a glass of wine. My feet carried me directly to her side, and I took the crystal from her hand.
“I had something else in mind,” I said.
Grabbing her, I pulled her toward the living room. That produced a seductive smirk from her, and she pushed me on my ass, thankfully to the couch. Her legs straddled mine and she lowered herself onto my lap. As she circled her arms around my neck, she pressed her ass down on me.
“Your dick feels massive,” she said, and then slid to the floor between my legs.
As soon as she said those words, everything felt wrong.
I knew I shouldn’t be here.
I knew I shouldn’t be doing this.
Mare might be out with someone else, but I made a promise to fight for her, and this was not how to do it.
Her hands had been fumbling at my waistband, and she got the button open. She attempted to undo the zipper, but I think she was too drunk. As I reached for her hands, the look in her eyes became hopeful. However, when I pulled my zipper up instead of down, she shot back on her heels.
“What the hell?” she screeched. “Are you serious right now?”
I was almost as stunned as she was.
But yeah. This was what I wanted.
“Sorry, I, uh…can I use the bathroom?”
She stood from the floor and pointed down the hall without a word. Once I was inside and closed the door, I leaned both hands against the sink. I finally felt a breath leave my lungs, but the reflection in the mirror was of a guy I didn’t like.
What the fuck was I doing? Why did I even come here?
I splashed cold water on my face.
I wanted all traces of Angela off me. It was freaking me out.
After taking another deep breath, I braced myself for what I was about to do and opened the door. When I returned to the living room, Angela wasn’t there.
“I feel like I should charge you.” The voice behind me startled me.
Turning, I saw Angela in a robe and slippers.
As I ran my fingers through my hair, I tried to find the words to explain myself. But nothing I said would make this OK.
“I’m sorry.” I was already putting my coat on. “It’s not you, I promise.”
She barked out a laugh.
“It never is,” she said.
“I’m serious. It wasn’t fair for me to keep going when I couldn’t get my head into it. I’m…struggling getting over someone. Having you take my mind off her isn’t fair to you.”
She smiled, an authentic one. But it didn’t last.
“Whatever, you can see yourself out.” She was already filling a wine glass. “Next time, don’t go home with anyone, dude.”
I was out her door quick, down the stairs and on the street within minutes. This never would have happened a couple years ago. When things went south with a girl, I got over it by moving on to the next one.
This meant one of two things. Either I was growing up and becoming a big boy. Or I was fucked because I was never getting over Maryellen.
Either way, I needed a bar and another drink.