CHAPTER 2

Liz Scott was one of my good friends in college. The kind of friend who make you go outside the room and mingle with everyone. She always said that I was a bisexual man’s daydream and a straight man’s nightmare.

I never got what she said. Apparently, I was too intimidating for gay guys, too tempting for bisexual guys and too sensual for straight dudes.

I never went for one night stands. I went to clubs for dancing and spending time with my friends. That got me stares and an occasional groping but never blatant sexual appreciation except from him.

And he was getting married. To Janice.

That was not supposed to hurt me but it did. I thought we were flirting, well, I ‘felt’ we were flirting. Maybe we weren’t. Maybe I read too much into innocent acts.

I repeated that in my head but I knew we were. I was. I wanted to feel him.

But I was not going continue this. I would not stoop to that level. I would never be a home wrecker. I would never be anyone’s dirty secret or mistress. What was the male form of mistress? My morals would never allow me.

Snort.

How little I knew!

Remember when I said that everything came crashing down the day Aunt Marie announced about the marriage.

That did not cover the tip of the iceberg of what happened later on.

I went back to college after the announcement. I was confused really and more than a little hurt. I would not have led him on if I knew he was romantically interested in her. I was not that kind of a person.

The incident made me more focused on my studies. And study I did. No party, no clubs.

The feeling of heart break came back only when my mom asked me to come home for their marriage. Robert weds Janice.

Robert was rich. He was new money and Janice might have hyped a little about her financial status. At least that was what, I was presuming. Aunt Marie was talking about marriage in Church before I left to college and now two months after, my mom was funding a beach wedding? Aunt Marie was down to earth, happy-with-what-we-have lady. Janice? not so much.

I tried my best to avoid going and my mom almost pulled my ears through phone. How could I do that to Janice, she asked. Well what possibly could I tell her? That her best friend’s daughter hated me? Or that I was attracted to... Not going to finish that sentence. He was nothing more than Janice’s husband.

That hurt.

I shouldn’t have gone. At least I should not have gone a week before the wedding. Mom insisted that she needed help with the organizing. She even pulled ‘I have a gay son but nobody helps me with flowers’.

I should have told Mama the truth and stayed in dorms.

Because it was three days before the wedding the series of my unfortunate events started.

He came to my room drunk.

I was pouting and blaming my mom for planning this many games and parties for the guests. If this was the way she behaved for Janice’s wedding, what was she going do for mine.

Another one of my shirt was ruined. I took a quick shower and was going through my suitcases for a new attire.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.”

It was Robert, leaning heavily on my hotel room. He was so handsome even intoxicated. I gulped. I was avoiding him at all costs. I did not know how to proceed.

I put on a fake smile “Janice is with her friends at spa. They will be back in two hours”.

“I don’t care about Janice.”

Yeah right. I bit my lips to stop myself from asking the questions I wanted to know, but I had a feeling the answers would crush me beyond repair.

“I understand Robbie. She is not really spending time with us. But she wants to look perfect on the wedding day. That is why these evening appointments and shopping happen.”

He was staring at me. Then his eyes started to go lower and lower.

The hunger in his eyes were so burning that I felt it creeping all over my body. “Robert!”

“Call me Robbie, you look amazing. You are amazing. You make me feel the things I never felt before.”

I was not going to appreciate this anymore.

“Get out of my room, Robert. You are drunk.”

“CALL ME ROBBIE”. I gasped and jumped a mile. He looked so angry and frustrated.

When he walked back to the door, I almost sighed in relief.

He went to lock the door.

“Robert, What the fuck are you doing?”

He licked his lips and his eyes were like a predator. When he smiled I felt real panic settling in. It was a leer.

“You are special, love. You have no idea what you do to me.”

He yanked me closer but I bit his hands to get away from him. He moaned.

“Please Robbie, you don’t want to do this. You will hurt Janice. Please Robbie.”

I walked along the edges of the bed and tried a way to get away from him.

“LET ME GO.”

I screamed.

He simply followed me, corned me near the nightstand and trapped me with his body.

He gently took my head in his hands.

I felt tears falling steadily down my cheeks. “Please, Robbie. You are scaring me.”

He tilted my head and pulled me to a bruising kiss.

I punched, dragged my nails on his back to get him off me.

This was not happening. This was a dream. This was not real.

Please.

“Just this once, love. I have to have you.” His hands slowly made their way down my navel.

He was moaning and groping me. I felt his hands everywhere on my burning body. I tried to push him away but he was too strong, he didn’t budge.

“Robert? Wha.. wha.. what are you doing?” I could feel that sickening calmness settling inside me.

“I dream of your body every day, baby. Did you know that?”. He mumbled on my cheeks. I felt his lips moving and tongue leaving a trail.

I closed my eyes, this was not real.

“DID YOU KNOW THAT?”

I shook my head, scared out of my mind.

“I watched you sleeping and I wanted to climb on your bed and do all sorts of sweet things to you.” He squeezed my waist and yanked me closer if it was possible.

I felt his...his hardness on my stomach. He was rubbing himself on me. His being clothed did not stop the warmth from spreading into me. He looked feverish.

I whimpered. He was watching me! When?

“I touched myself looking at you. Lying there, tempting me, teasing me. God, you make me crazy, Ace.”

Tears were blocking my eyes.

He sucked on my neck while squeezing my ass so hard.

He threw me to the bed and ripped my underwear off. He followed soon after. Naked, frantic and h..hard.

I didn’t know, when he stopped. But I felt everything he did to me.

Every squeeze, every nibble, every bite. He made me feel.

I felt his tongue everywhere.

He was a man starving when he spread me and pushed me hard on mattress and took his fill.

“Just this once. Please, love. Just this once.” I felt the puff of air every time he spoke between his licks making me shiver.

Why Robbie? Why did you do that to me?

He rubbed his hardness between my thighs. His nails digging on my sides. His dirty words tainting my soul, my heart, my morals. He came so hard between me. Spilling all his essence; marking me. “This is how I want you, covered in me.”

He stumbled out satisfied, like a King who won a war – battered and tired but satisfied.

And I was left a panting mess, tangled in sheets – naked and filthy; with a dripping heart.