Page 12 of The Butterfly Effect
We walked into the house and crossed the foyer to the living room. While she got settled on the oversized leather sofa, I poured myself another generous drink and gulped down half of it. I didn’t offer one to my guest, sure she was already plenty drunk. If she drank more, it would be too unethical for me to fuck her.
The woman watched hungrily while I unbuttoned my jacket and slid it off my shoulders, tossing it onto the living-room chair. I undid the top few buttons of my shirt, and when I sat on the couch next to her, she slid towards me, practically placing herself in my lap and pressing her lips to my neck. She created a trail to my jawline with her lips and tongue before placing her hand on my cheek and leaning in for a kiss.
She let out a shocked gasp when I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled, forcing her to tilt her head back before her lips reached mine and exposing her neck. I bit at the sensitive flesh on her neck, avoiding her attempts to catch my lips with hers. I ran my hands up her milky thighs, sliding her dress up and over her head. Her large breasts bounced when they were freed from the fabric.
Normally I’d roughly palm both until her nipples were hard and she was whimpering. Instead, when her dress was on the floor, I wrapped her ponytail around my hand again and led her down onto her knees on the hardwood floors. She reached up and unbuttoned the last buttons on my shirt, scraping her nails down my chest and abdomen and biting her lip. Her hands landed on my belt, and as she started to unhook the clasp, I leaned back against the couch and grabbed my drink from the side table.
The woman smirked when she pulled my pants below my hips, my dick standing half-erect. When she licked around the tip and sucked on the head, I let out a small groan and she picked up her rhythm, using her hands to hold my shaft while she bobbed up and down. I pictured the blonde hair falling over my stomach in waves belonging to another woman and imagined Julianna’s full lips sliding down my cock while her blue-gray eyes stared up at me with need. My erection grew.
She continued to suck and bob her head, trying what seemed like every trick in her book to elicit a response. I was blocked by my frustration that she wasn’t Julianna, and I grabbed hold of her hair again. When I shoved my length past her lips until they met the base, she gagged. I smirked, picking up my pace and holding her head in place. After a few moments of trying to help, she gave in and let me thrust quickly in and out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from her lips and down my cock as tears lined her bottom eyelids.
Annoyance grew in my core. I wasn’t going to get anywhere with this woman. To get rid of my built-up tension, I was going to need to go to the source. I used my grip on her hair to pull her off of me, and she looked up, her makeup smudged. She was panting heavily. Normally, that’d be my favorite sight to see in this situation, but tonight it just repulsed me.
“This isn’t working. I’ll call you a cab.”
Her jaw dropped when the realization hit that I was kicking her out. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” I stood up and tugged my pants back up to my waist, buckling the belt.
She sheepishly stood up, suddenly covering her bared figure while she looked around for the dress she was wearing. As she stepped into the tight dress, she looked back at me. I couldn’t tell if her face was red from embarrassment or from being choked, but when she slipped her shoes back on, I determined I didn’t care.
“You’re an asshole.”
“I never said I wasn’t.”
The taxi I had called for her would arrive at any moment, and she was content to wait for it on the front steps. The door closed behind her, and I didn’t bother to watch and make sure she got in it all right. I stormed up the stairs and into the large master bathroom, flipping the shower on cold and cursing the woman who had decided she could live rent free in my head.
“Jules!”Andy shouted at me as she set the opened bottle of wine on the counter. “You have to give us thedetails.”
The dry red wine smelled sweet and oaky in my glass, and I continued to swirl it around as my friends looked at me expectantly. I sighed heavily, torn between telling them everything and killing my glass and drinking straight from the open bottle until I passed out. With a large gulp, I finished the wine and poured a new glass.
I took another long sip and held it in my mouth, rolling the liquid over my tongue while I took a deep breath. Between gulps of wine, I explained the afternoon to my best friends, starting with how Roger seemed to strip me with his eyes during our meeting and William seethed through it next to me.
“Wait, like Roger as inRogerRoger? Who left the team last year?” Katie asked, setting her empty glass on the counter. Before I was promoted to project manager, I was the graphic designer on our team and Roger was the PM. He liked to throw it in my face that he was the one in charge of the team, and a lot of that time meant him forcing me to meet with him one-on-one to discuss changes to my designs. Most of the time, those meetings were attempts to get me to date him, no matter how many times I told him I don’t date coworkers.
“The one and only. Katie, you should’ve seen the way he stared me down! I swear, William was about ready to kill the man himself for staring like that.” A shiver traveled down my spine, and I finished my glass. The familiar, slightly dizzy feeling of the wine settling in my stomach overcame me.
Andy raised both eyebrows and interrupted my thoughts. “Hold up. William was ready to kill Rogerhimself? Did hesaythat?”
I flashed back to his office and his cinnamon breath against my neck. “Not directly… but he was pretty mad when he pinned me to his office door aft—”
“I’m sorry, when hewhat?!” Katie interrupted me. She and Andy ignored the full glasses of wine in front of them, too engulfed in the story to drink any, but I couldn’t drink enough.
I cursed under my breath, wishing I could take back what I said. Over the past few days, I’d been pretty lucky not to have to share too many details with my friends about whatever this situation between William and I could be called. “You guys, I’mso screwed,” I whined, putting my head in my hands. “I’m in this sexual-tension-fueled power grab with the new CEO, and the client’s executive on my biggest potential account is an old coworker who is not subtle about his desire to fuck me. I amofficiallya part of the most ridiculous pissing match.”
Amidst my groans, Andy burst into laughter, one of those belly laughs where you throw your head back and hunch over at the same time. I shot her a glare as Katie silently laughed next to her. Between gasps of air and laughs, Andy said, “Jules, it sounds to me like you’re battling for control that you already have. Roger will listen to you, so you can almost count that account as won. And it sounds to me like Mr. Sexy Moody CEO is jealous of him.”
The wine fog in my head cleared momentarily, and I stood up from the stool I was perched on. “Jealous!” I banged my hands against the counter with a wide smirk. “He isn’t angry because he thinks I’m going to screw Rogerfor the account. He’s angry about the idea of me screwing himat all. Because it wouldn’t behim!”
Katie and Andy both nodded like they were glad I had finally figured it out, and they chuckled while simultaneously lifting their glasses and drinking. I grabbed the bottle and poured myself another glass before picking it up and tapping it to theirs.
“But very seriously.” Andy started, taking another sip. “That man is jealous. You could have some fun with that.” Every time she came up with a plan to stir up some drama, she got this teenage gossip look of amusement on her face, and with the wine, it was only accentuated.
I wasn’t normally the type to cause mischief, but something about William made me want to push his buttons. Thinking about him being jealous and what he’d do to command control back made my stomach churn excitedly. “What do you have in mind?”
Katie grinned while Andy explained. “You make him think you had really great sex with someone tonight, and then you watch as he completely loses it.”
We talked about my imaginary hookup until the bottle of wine had been emptied. I was going to regret the amount I’d drank when I woke up in the morning. I pulled out the bottle of Advil I keep above the fridge and passed them around like candy before grabbing a large glass of water. When the water was gone, Katie and Andy stood up to leave. Our apartments were all in the same complex, so it was easy to get home after hanging out late.
