❥ Sarah❥

I headed to the local bar down my street, and as I pushed the door open, the smell of whiskey hit me. Inside, I spotted Sam engrossed in her phone.

I approached her, dodging past the sweaty guys at the bar, and sat beside her. "Whatcha watching?"

She jumped, then scowled playfully. "Sarah! Don't sneak up on me like that," she pouted.

I chuckled, moving closer. "Sorry. What's up?"

"Just checking if Andy has read my message. It's been five minutes, and I'm getting anxious," she confessed.

Sam was always obsessed with Adam, which used to make me laugh. Back in high school,  she was always against love.

Now look at her. Being all love--sick.

"Don't worry," I reassured her, flagging down Steve the bartender. "Maybe he's busy with his mom. Remember how clingy she gets when he's home?"

She sighed. "Right, but he should still have his phone with him."

"Maybe it died," I suggested.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" I smirked, staring at Steve. He always had a thing for me and of course I turned it down. He was hot, with his usual black shirt he loved wearing every night. His blue eyes were a sore sight to stare plus his body resembled a male stripper.

Trust me. It was a turn on.

"The usual," I rested my hands against the table, my eyes never leaving his," Sex on the beach, sweetie," 

His gaze was always intense each time I flirted with him. It was fun.

"Sure,babe," he winked before leaving.

"You two should just hook up and give me free drinks." Sam joked,

I laughed. "Who knows, maybe someday." Then I took a sip of her drink.

"So..." She hesitated.

I raised an eyebrow, asking, "So?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Did you sign the contract?" she whispered, as if it was a secret mission.

"You don't need to..." Steve accidentally dropped my glass. I thanked him quietly before refocusing on Sam. "You don't need to whisper, you know."

"Fine, but did you?"

"Of course I did. It would be crazy not to," I replied, taking a gulp of my drink and placing it forcefully on the table.

"You seemed worried," she said with a concerned, motherly tone. After a brief pause, she asked, "How's James doing?"

"He's doing okay, but also not so great," I managed to say. I was about to speak further, but a group of nosy men walked into the bar, interrupting us.

"His medication ran out two weeks ago," I continued.

"What?! And he didn't tell you?" She seemed just as angry as I was.

"You know James, he already hates the fact that I'm focusing only on him, and he thinks he's a burden," I said, feeling upset just saying it out loud.

Without realizing it, I clenched my hand tightly.

"Sarah," Sam's sad face brought me back to the present. It wasn't our fault that we were in this situation.

Life just happens.

"You know what? Let's go back and watch a movie or something. It will cheer you up," she suggested, rubbing my shoulder in an attempt to make me feel better.

But I knew what could truly help, and it wasn't a movie.

I glanced at Steve, who was taking an order from one of the men. Our eyes met briefly before he looked back at them.

"Don't worry, I'll stay here," I replied, taking another gulp from my bottle. If I wanted this to happen, I needed to be a little drunk.

"Are you sure?" She tried to hide the sadness in her face, but I could see right through it.

I just needed to escape right now.

"Definitely," I hugged her, and she hugged me back.

"Text me if you need anything," she whispered in my ear.

That's if I even show up tonight.

I nodded and said, "Sure."

She let go of the embrace and started gathering her things before giving me one last hug and leaving.

"You're still here," Steve said, sounding a bit surprised. I didn't blame him; I usually don't stay long in places like this.

"Yeah," I sighed, tucking my hair behind my ears. "Does that bother you?"

He chuckled. "Hell no," his laughter turned into a mischievous grin. "You know, I could use some company after all this."

Finally.

"Sure," I replied.

He looked satisfied with my answer. "Give me an hour," he said, and I nodded in agreement.

He walked over to one of the workers at the bar, probably trying to convince him to cover his shift.

As soon as Steve left, I quickly grabbed the remaining drink and downed it, finishing mine in less than a minute.

I knew this was going to be a long night.

…

The door had barely closed behind me before I was slammed against the wall of his apartment, the impact knocking the breath out of my lungs.

His body pressed against mine, hard and insistent, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. His bulge ground against my thigh as his hand moved to my breast, squeezing roughly.

I let out a soft moan, half in pleasure, half in pain.

I pushed at his chest, just enough to create a sliver of space between us. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I managed to say, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, darkened with lust, met mine. For a moment, I wasn’t sure he’d heard me, but then he nodded.

“Sure,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

As we stumbled toward his bedroom, his lips never left my neck, leaving a trail of wet, burning kisses in their wake. My clothes were being discarded piece by piece, a shirt here, a jean there, until we were both half-naked, the air between us electric.

My hand slipped down his torso, tracing the hard lines of his abs before finding what I was looking for. I wrapped my fingers around his cocke assessing, and felt a twinge of disappointment. Not exactly impressive, but it would have to do.

But wished it was at least bigger.

“Oh baby,” he whispered into my ear, his voice dripping with anticipation. But his words did nothing for me, failing to ignite the fire in my core. Instead, I found my mind wandering to someone else, someone who could undo me with just a glance—a certain infuriating prince who was never far from my thoughts.

Stop thinking about him! I scolded myself. I pushed the thought away, forcing myself back into the moment. I finished stripping off my clothes and turned to face Steve, who was removing his shirt.

“Don’t you want to prepare?” he asked, his brow furrowed in mild concern.

“No,” I said quickly, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the bed. I wasn’t interested in foreplay, in soft caresses, or tender words. I wanted to lose myself, to drown in something that would silence the noise in my head, even if only for a while.

“Feisty, I see,” he murmured, leaning in for a kiss. But I was quicker, pushing him back onto the bed before he could get too close. “Not a fan of kisses?”

I smirked, leaning in to nibble on his ear, my breath hot against his skin. “Something like that.” I rocked my hips against him, eliciting a groan from his lips.

“Let’s get to work, shall we?” I unclasped my bra, letting it fall away and revealing my breasts. They bounced free, and his eyes darkened even further with desire.

In one swift motion, he flipped me over, pinning me down against the mattress. His mouth found my breast, sucking and biting with a hunger that made me arch into him. His other hand pinched my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“Chris,” I breathed out, lost in the sensation.

He froze. “What did you say?”

My eyes flew open in horror. Did I just call him Chris? “I… just… um, put it in,” I stammered, hoping he hadn’t caught the slip. Thankfully, he didn’t press the issue.

With a nod, he reached for a condom from the drawer, and before long, he was inside me. The sensation was… underwhelming. He was short but thick, and I could feel every inch of him as he thrust into me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

“Faster,” I urged, gripping his shoulders. I wrapped my legs around his waist, matching his rhythm as best as I could. This was supposed to be my escape, my way of shutting out everything else.

“Gosh, Sarah, you feel so fucking good!” he groaned, his pace quickening.

“Shut up and just fuck me harder,” I snapped. I didn’t need his words; I needed oblivion. I needed to forget about the arrogant prince who occupied too much space in my mind, the one whose mere presence could unravel me.

Steve’s breath hitched, and I knew he was close. “I’m about to cum!” he panted, his movements becoming erratic.

Already? I thought with a mix of frustration and resignation. “Fuck!” he shouted one last time before collapsing on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he filled the condom.

He rolled off me, panting heavily, a satisfied grin on his face. "That...was...amazing," he chuckled, resting his back against the headboard.

Only for you. I thought bitterly. I hadn't even come close to climaxing.

"Yes, sure," I muttered, already feeling the urge to wash away the lingering discomfort.

As I turned my head to look at him, he frowned and said, "By the way, who's Chris?"

Shit.