Chapter 27


    RICK


    I can’t believe it. I never thought I’d see Vi again. She looks as stunning as ever. She’s wearing a


    white cotton mini dress. It’s not too short nor too tight but the material clings to her every curve as she


    moves. The lights catch her dress making it see through. Her hair is still long and she’s got it got it tied


    back in a pony tail revealing the soft skin of her face. Her white mini dress contrasts against her light


    brown skin.


    I watch her as she heads over to her friends. Her dress shifts over her firm ass as she moves. I wonder


    how I ever let her go not that she was ever mine in the first ce.


    She chats with her friends and motions to me. They nod and wave. Then she returns to me.


    “Let’s go,” she says grabbing my shirt and pulling me along behind her. I manage to keep my bnce


    and fall into step beside her. We leave the club and the cool, fresh evening air hits us. She gs a cab


    and it stops.


    She opens the back door and gets in.


    She bends as she gets in and stretches her dress over her back and her ass. I can see her thong


    outlined as the dress is stretched and then she’s in the cab. I get in and close the door.


    ‘Afterparty, please,” she tells the driver. She’s so in control I can’t believe it. I never thought she could


    be like this. The cab driver pulls away and heads to our destination.


    She leans back against the door on her side of the cab and looks at me.


    “I don’t believe it,” she says.


    “Neither do I. I’d given up on ever seeing or hearing from you again.”


    “Why?”


    “Why? Why?” I ask incredulously. “You never returned my calls. You stopped answering my messages.


    Where have you been?”


    “I left town,” she answers. Her eyes are drinking me in and drinking me up. I’m doing the same. I’m


    guessing she decided to skip wearing a bra this evening. I can see her nipples pressing against the thin


    fabric of her dress. The way she’s dressed is a far cry from the way she was dressed the night of the


    wedding. But then she’s not working tonight. She must notice me looking and smiles but pulls her jeans


    jacket closer around her covering up.


    “So, are you visiting your friends?”


    “I’m having a night out with them,” she says avoiding my question. I meet her gaze. Her eyes are


    hungry with passion but there’s something more. A caution. A barrier.


    The cab stops and I pay the driver. I get out. She slides over to my side of the cab and her dress rides


    up revealing her golden, brown legs all the way to her thighs. I glimpse her ck thong as she takes


    my hand and steps out. If she notices she doesn’t show it. She grabs my shirt and pulls me into


    AfterParty. It’s a well lit café serving snacks and coffee. The shing sign outside promises twenty-four


    service. It’s not very full at this hour but then I’m guessing it serves clubbers when they finish clubbing


    and need to sober up. It probably only gets busy after midnight.


    Vi leads me to a table in the back corner by the window and slides into the booth. I move to slide in


    beside her and she stops me.


    “Over there,” she says pointing to the other side of the table.


    “Are you normally this bossy?” I ask as I slide in opposite her.


    “No. I just don’t know what to do with you,” she says.


    “Do with me? You mean like chop me up and store me in your freezer until you need some meat for


    dinner?”


    Sheughs that huskyugh that I have forgotten from the one time when we met. “Funny,” she says.


    A waitress stops at our table and Vi orders two coffees for us. The waitress leaves and Vi meets


    my gaze again.


    “So what’s happening in your life?”


    “Nothing much. Still doingw.”


    “Sue any more wedding nners?”


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    “No. You think I have something against wedding nners?”


    “Just asking,” she smiles and I realize she’s teasing me.


    “What are you doing now?”


    “I’m starting a new business.”


    “Really? What is it?”


    “It’s back in the wedding industry. I’m doing weddings for people who want to elope.”


    “Do you think there’s a market for that?” I ask frowning. “I thought people who want to elope don’t n


    it. They just do it.”


    “Mostly yes. But just because they decide to elope it doesn’t mean it has to be a cheap affair. It can still


    be ssy. That’s where Ie in. I offer great destinations and add a touch of ss even if it’sst


    minute. It’s for the high end of the market.”


    “I had no idea. I wish you sess with it,” I say. Her hazel eyes are gleaming with excitement as she


    tells me about it and I can tell she’s happy doing what she’s doing. “So, are you based here in LA?”


    “My boss lets me work from anywhere,” she replies. She’s avoiding answering me and I don’t know


    why. I decide to let it go for the moment. The waitress delivers our coffee and we thank her.


    We sip our coffee and an awkward silence settles over us. I can’t stop looking at her. I feel guilty


    though and keep ncing around afraid that Christine or one of her friends are going to see us. But I’ve


    never been here with Christine and we’ve never been clubbing. I don’t think it’s her thing. I try to rx


    but the guilt won’t let go. I know what I did with Vist time. I feel like our business is unfinished.


    I eventually break the silence. “Listen, I’m really sorry for everything. I never meant to upset you. I


    never forgot that moment in the garden at the reception. I feel like we never finished it.”


    “Oh, believe me, it was finished,” Vi says. “After you told me how you felt about love, marriage, and


    rtionships? It was finished. Dead in fact.”


    I fall silent. If that’s her opinion I wonder why she was so happy to see me tonight and practically pulled


    me off my feet behind her out of the club.


    “Ookaayyy,” I say slowly. “So why are we here?”


    A glint of mischief enters her eyes then she picks up her coffee and gulps it down. She gets up. “I gotta


    go to thedies room. Finish your coffee. It’s time to go.”


    I watch her as she heads to thedies room. Her ass is entuated perfectly as the dress shifts over


    her skin. Her golden brown legs are so damn sexy against the white of her dress. I gulp down my


    coffee and head to the counter where I pay the bill.


    Vi returns from thedies room and takes my hand. She leads me outside and gs a cab.


    “Where are we going?” I ask.


    “You’ll see,” she says as we get in. She gives the driver an address and he pulls off.


    The drive takes a few minutes only and the cab stops by an apartment building. We get out and she


    leads me inside. We get in the elevator and the doors close.


    “Is this where you live?”


    “it’s temporary,” she says as she hugs me close. The elevator stops and we get out. She leads me


    down the hall and opens the door to an apartment. She holds the door open for me and closes it after I


    step inside. I turn to look at her and she pulls me close.


    She up at me with her eyes and I’m lost immediately. “The time that I met you is dead.”


    “You told me,” I murmur, “So I’m wondering why we’re here.”


    “Well,” she says slowly. “I have a problem and knowing what your attitude is about rtionships and


    love, I think you’re perfect to help me.”


    I frown, confused. “What’s your problem?”


    “Cobwebs.” She says not taking her eyes from mine.


    I look around quickly. I’m not a fan of spiders and I have no idea why she thinks I’m the man to help her


    with cobwebs.


    She giggles then and I meet her gaze again. “Seriously?” she asks, a tone of disbelief in her voice.


    “What?” I ask.


    She grabs my hips and pulls me against her. I’m hard. She can feel it. She moans softly and grinds


    herself against me. “Cobwebs in my pussy,” she whispers. Her hand settles behind my neck and pulls


    me down to her while her other hand tangles in my hair. Before I can do anything she kisses me.


    She is hungry. So hungry. I can taste the coffee on her breath as she kisses me again and her tongue


    darts out seeking entry. I don’t give it. I want to but don’t. I’m suddenly waging a war with myself. She


    kisses me again and again but gets no response. Finally she stops as she drops her hand to my crotch.


    She grasps my erect shaft through the material of trousers and rubs it before pressing herself against


    me again.


    “What’s wrong?” she asks as she rubs herself against my shaft.


    “I… I’m… seeing someone,” I say. I know that as soon as I say it, I’ve done the wrong thing in so many


    ways. But right now I’m feeling so damn guilty. I’m in a rtionship.


    Her movements against my manhood slow and then stop.


    “What?” she asks in disbelief. “You’re seeing someone?”


    I nod.


    She looks at me as disappointment crosses her face. “Thising from the man who told me he


    doesn’t believe in rtionships and marriage?”


    “Yes,” I say feeling like I’ve been caught doing something wrong.


    “Just my luck,” she says shaking her head.


    “I’m sorry,” I say.


    “You know, when I saw you tonight, I couldn’t believe it. I haven’t had a good fuck since before I met


    you. When I saw you tonight I told myself, there is a God. Tonight we both want the same thing and


    now you tell me your in a rtionship?”


    “People change…”


    “I don’t want to talk about it,” she says. “I don’t cheat even if someone’s not married. Why didn’t you tell


    me?”


    “I just did,” I say.


    “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”


    “Hey, I didn’te on to you?”


    “No, you just enjoyed the fact that I’m not wearing a bra and seeing my thong. I hope you enjoyed it.”


    I can’t believe this is turning into an argument. “Don’t be so high and mighty. You’ve been sidestepping


    my questions all night. Why?”


    “Why? Becausest time you wouldn’t stop calling and messaging me. Why would I expect anything


    long term after what you told me? Do you think I want to be your booty call? All I wanted was one


    night.”


    “Well, I’m so sorry for caring and being interested. People do change believe it or not.”


    She turns and walks away a few steps before stopping at a door on her right. She turns the light on in


    the room and looks at me. “Let yourself out. Don’t bother taking the apartment number and the building


    name. I’m only here for a short while and don’t call me or message me okay?”


    I look at her in stunned silence. I’m fuming and feel like I could explode and really give her a piece of


    mind. I’m of a mind to put her over my knee and spank her sexy ass so hard she won’t sit for a week.


    Instead, I bite my tongue and open the door. I step out and close the door behind me.


    I g a cab and give him my address. I’m angry. Angry with Vi and with myself.