The Ex Games (4 page)

“Oh.” I looked away from him, jealousy filling me.

“You’re not upset, are you?” His eyes peered at me. “You can’t think I don’t have sex?”

“I didn’t know you were sleeping around.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since I’ve met you.”

“That was two weeks ago.”

“I’m not a monk, Katie.” He sat on the bed. “I like sex. We’re adults, it’s not a crime.”

“I know.” I nodded.

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t want to sleep with anyone else.” He smiled and kissed me hard. “I know we’ve only been seeing each other for two weeks, but let’s see how it goes. I think we could have something special.”

“Okay.” I nodded, feeling slightly happy again.

“So we agree not to sleep with anyone else, right?”

“Right.” I nodded again and he kissed me hard. He ripped open the condom packet and slid it onto his cock quickly, before lowering himself down onto me, allowing his chest to crush down on my breasts. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” He commanded me and I did so eagerly. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance and I gasped, waiting for him to finally enter me. “Oh, God, you’re so wet.” He groaned as he slowly entered me. I felt myself contract against him as he entered me, and for one brief second I was scared that it was going to hurt. “Oh, Katie.” He groaned and he started moving his body slowly, his cock pushed into me hard and I cried out as I felt a brief shot of pain. He looked at me with a confused and dazed look in his eyes and I closed my eyes and moved underneath him.

“Fuck me, Brandon.” I cried out and he continued moving and increasing his speed until he was sliding in and out of me smoothly. I held onto him tightly as our bodies danced to their own rhythm. My breasts bounced against his chest and his hands clasped mine as he continued making my body his.

“Open your eyes.” His voice was commanding and I opened them slowly and saw him staring into mine. “I want to see your expression as we come together.” He continued moving against me and I felt myself about to explode when his body started shuddering and he groaned out. I climaxed then, and I held him to me tightly as our bodies quaked together and he fell down on top of me. He rolled over to the right and he gave me a lazy smile after a few minutes. “That was amazing.” His fingers traced the lines around my nipples as he slowly withdrew his cock from me and slipped the condom off. “Are you a virgin, Katie?” He looked up at me slowly, with a question in his eyes.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Really? I could have sworn you were a virgin, the way you reacted when I entered you, and I felt like I was breaking through your hymen.”

“You asked if I am, but I’m not any longer.” I smiled up at him and leaned over to kiss his lips. My body was tired and satiated and there was nothing that was going to ruin this moment for me.

“Ah, you tricky girl.” He laughed and then sighed as he pulled me towards him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was.” I bit my lip.

“Oh, Katie.” He whispered against my hair. “Thank you for allowing me to make love to you, I hope it was all you had hoped for.”

“It was better than I had hoped for,” I mumbled, and his eyes lit up with pride as he lay back with me cuddled into him.

“I’m so glad that I met you, Katie Raymond.”

“Me too, Brandon Hastings.” I kissed his chest and we both fell asleep.

“Excuse me, Ma’am, are you lost?” The front desk clerk walked towards the elevator and stared at me.

“Sorry, what?”

“It’s just that you’ve ridden up and down in the elevator for the last ten minutes.”

“Oh, sorry.” I blushed. “The purple lights just made me remember something.”

“Okay,” the lady gave me a strange look. “You’re on the sixth floor, if you forgot.”

“Yeah, thanks.” I pressed the button again and shook my head. “Focus, Katie, focus.” I mumbled to myself. Now was not the time to relive my memories of Brandon Hastings. He hated me and I hated him, and I was praying that if he saw me, he wouldn’t remember who I was. It didn’t matter how great it had been when we first started dating. It didn’t matter that his touch made my whole body melt. It was over. He had broken my heart and if I wasn’t careful, he was going to ruin my business career as well.

I walked out of the purple-lit elevator and to my room reluctantly. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be reminded of Brandon. Not now. Not when everything in my life was finally getting better. I had even started dating a new guy just before I had gotten the job. He was a nice guy as well. Matt was someone I could see myself with in a serious relationship. He was safe and I knew he really liked me; it didn’t matter that he didn’t set my heart on fire like Brandon had. I was older and wiser now. I knew what real love was. What Brandon and I had was a fantasy; a fantasy built on lies, and when it had all come crashing down it had nearly broken me. I wasn’t going to let myself dwell on the past. I couldn’t allow myself to go down that road again.

***

The alarm went off at 5 a.m. and I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep again. “Get up, Katie.” I lectured myself as I pulled the blankets up over me. I groaned and sat up, adjusting my eyes to the darkness. I got out of bed and turned on the light and opened my suitcase. Meg and I had gone shopping before the trip, and I had gotten the sexiest business attire I could find. I had also gotten some new makeup, new perfume and a new Chi straightener so that my hair would be as sleek as possible. I wanted to make sure I looked as good as I had ever looked. I didn’t want him to recognize me, but if he did, I wanted to look as hot and sexy as possible. I grabbed my shower cap and walked to the bathroom. I needed to shower first, and then I would do my hair. I stared at my wild waves in the bathroom mirror and groaned. It was going to take an hour, at least, to get my hair anything close to straight and sleek. I stared at my appearance again and started laughing as I thought about going to work looking like this. Brandon would definitely remember me if I turned up like this.

“Let’s shower together.” Brandon pulled me out of bed with him, the night after we had made love for the first time.

“I’m still tired.” I mumbled.

“There’s time to sleep tonight.”

“Not if you wake me up a million times tonight like you did last night.”

“Well, I need to get as much of you as I can, while you’re here.”

“I’ll be here next weekend.” I yawned and stretched.

“I’d love it if you stayed here this week as well.”

“What?” I froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

“I know, I know. I’m moving too fast. Sorry, I’ve just never felt this way before.”

“Oh,” I jumped out of bed and kissed him. “I’ve never felt this way before either.”

“I just want to spend every night with you.”

“I know.” I sighed. “But I need to stay at my own place, it’s just easier for me to get to work from there.”

“I guess I could spend a couple of nights there if you want.”

“No.” I shouted and then stepped back. “Sorry, it’s a mess and I’d be embarrassed for you to see it.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He pulled me towards him and kissed me. “I’m sure you have lots of debt from college and I’m sure your new job can’t be paying you that much. I don’t care where you live.”

“Uh, thanks.” I buried my face into his chest, shame turning my face red. “It’s hard as a new grad, you know, especially in this economy.”

“Where did you go to school again?” He questioned me.

“Columbia… uh, I mean, I always wanted to go to Columbia. I went to Florida Atlantic University.” I mumbled, wanting to die.

“I’m always looking for new account managers for the hedge fund, if you're interested in doing stocks?”

“Oh, thanks, but I couldn’t.” I smiled weakly. ”It wouldn’t be right. We only just started dating, I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you.”

“I know.” He kissed the top of my head. “I think that’s why I like you so much, you’re the furthest thing from a gold digger I’ve met in New York.”

“Well, you would know.” I said, quite surly, and he laughed.

“Don’t be jealous, Katie.”

“I’m not.” I pouted and followed him into the bathroom. “Oh my God, look at my hair.” I cried out as I looked into the mirror and saw a crazy mess. “I look awful.”

“No, you don’t. You look beautiful.” He walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist. “Though, I can check to see if there are any lost birds.”

“Lost birds?” I wiggled against him as I looked back at him.

“You know, that thought your hair was a nest.”

“Jerk.” I laughed and he picked me up and placed me on the vanity.

“I can be a jerk, if you want.”

“Oh?” I pulled him towards me and felt his hardening cock against my leg.

“Yeah, I can do this.” He placed the tip of his cock against my pussy and pushed it in slightly so that the tip was inside of me. “And I can do this.” He slowly entered me and I moaned as I felt him inside of me. “And then I can do this.” He withdrew from me and I whimpered as he left my body.

“Brandon.” I groaned and he laughed.

“I told you I can be a jerk.”

I squeezed my legs around him and tried to pull him into me again and he laughed. “Not so fast, young lady.”

“Make love to me.” I groaned, as I reached up to kiss him.

“I don’t have a condom on me.” He shrugged and I groaned, disappointed. “You should get on the pill.”

“Huh?” I bit down into his shoulder, distracted by his musk.

“You should go to the doctor and get on the pill.”

“Oh, okay.” I murmured as I ran my fingers down his abs.

“Do you have health insurance at your job? Do you need me to take you to my doctor?”

“I have health insurance.” I licked down his chest as he fondled my breasts. “I’ll go in on Monday.” I would have to look online to see what time the university health center opened. I cringed as I thought about having to tell the nurse why I was there. But I figured they should be happy I was having safe sex. This wasn’t my high school any more. I wasn’t going to get a lecture about abstinence.

“I wish you were on it now.” He whispered in my ear. “I want to take your right here and feel your pussy walls close in on my cock as I take you on a journey you've never even imagined.”

“So why don’t you?” I gasped, willing him to enter me.

“I don’t want to get you pregnant.” He chuckled and stared at me seriously. “I’m not really a guy that’s done relationships, and this is new to me. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“You won’t.” I took his face in my hands and kissed him softly. “You won’t mess anything up.” I whispered against my lips and my heart fluttered as he carried me back to the bedroom and to his bed. I had been right as well, he hadn’t messed anything up. I had.

***

Fisherman’s Wharf is not full of fishermen. Or at least, it wasn’t when I arrived. I walked around for a little bit, glad that it wasn’t hot and humid. Hot and humid meant my perfectly coiffed hair would be a frizzy mess in minutes. Once it hit 8 a.m., I walked into the building that Marathon Corps’ company-wide orientation was going to be in and looked around for a welcome table. I saw it right away, and I gasped as I walked towards it. The table was decorated with white orchids and I couldn’t not think of the night I realized that I loved him. Every time I saw orchids, I thought of Brandon. Even Meg knew never to bring them into the apartment we shared. Every time I saw them, I cried. Even now, I felt teary eyed. I took a deep breath and continued towards the table. I couldn’t afford to get emotional now. Not now, not when my makeup looked so perfect. It didn’t matter that my heart was beating in my stomach and all my senses were in high alert. It didn’t matter that there were orchids there. It meant nothing, absolutely nothing.

Brandon and I saw each other every weekend for the first two months of our dating. He had asked to come over to my apartment several times, but seemed to accept the fact that I was too embarrassed to have him in my apartment. We saw each other some weeknights as well, but he seemed to like the fact that I didn’t ask to see him every day. I gave him his space. I didn’t call or text him every few hours, and I didn’t check up on him. He didn’t know that I didn’t have time to check on him. I was in classes or the library most days, and phones were banned from both. I had to study in the daytime because I knew I wouldn’t have any time in the weekends and rarely in the evenings. He just thought I was comfortable and secure in the relationship. I was too naïve to even think that there was anything to worry about. To me, he was just Brandon, a handsome man I was dating, but to the rest of New York, he was one of the most eligible bachelors in the city.

“Can you come over tonight?” I glanced at the text as I walked to my next class. It was a Wednesday, and I had an English test the next day.

“I think so.” I text back quickly and happily.

“Can you take the day off of work tomorrow?”

“Don’t think so, you know Maggie.” I text back quickly. Maggie was my fictional boss. Meg and I had spent an entire night creating a fake company and job for me. Maggie was my bitch of a boss who hated me and made me work late a lot.

“I wish you would quit that job and come and work for me. ;) ;)” I laughed at his text.

“You know we wouldn’t get much work done.”

“I want you right now,” he texted back. “I want to bend you over my desk and take you right now.”

“Maybe one day.”

“Shit, I’m going to have to lock my door.”

“Uh oh, why?”

“I’m going to have to take care of business and I don’t want my secretary to walk in.”

“Wish I was there.”

“So do I. So can you come over tonight?”

“I’ll try to get out of work early.” I bit my lip as I typed that. I knew that I needed to study, but I really wanted to see him as well.

“Great. I’ll see you at 6. Don’t eat, we can get takeaway.”

“Okay, see you at 6.” I hurried into the class and looked down at my jeans and t-shirt and sighed. I’d have to go home, change into some more professional clothes, and then hurry to catch the train by 5. There would be no time for me to try and study for an hour before I left.