A Night of Margaritas, Mischief, and Unexpected Romance

I called Kay as I wanted a girls night with my best friend. It’d been a while since we hung out last. Between me and my man problems and her long hours, it’d been a few weeks since we had hung out.

“Hey,” I said when she answered. “I was planning on going to Dominic’s for dinner. I know you’ve never eaten there before, and I was wondering if you’d like to meet me there? It’ll be my treat.”

“I’ve been dying to try your friend’s restaurant,” Kay replied. “Yeah, I’ll be there, but I just need to finish up a few things here at work, handle some stuff at home, then I’ll meet you there. Give me about an hour and a half.”

“Sounds perfect. See you then!” I said.

After we hung up, I headed straight for the shower, eager to wash away the day’s stress and any random hairs Chloe might have accidentally left on me. I took my time, enjoying the warm water, then styled my hair the way I normally style my hair. Nothing against Chloe; she’s talented, but she hasn’t seen me in years nor does she know how I style my hair.

When I arrived at Dominic’s, Kay was already waiting, her bright smile a welcome sight. The host, who recognized me immediately, led us to my usual corner table.

“It’s good to see you, Kay,” I said, as we settled in.

Kay grinned. “You know it! I’ve heard amazing things about the food and the atmosphere, and I’ve been dying to finally try it here.”

Within moments, two glasses of water appeared, followed by a basket of warm bread, accompanied by a small bowl of olive oil infused with a fragrant blend of Italian herbs and spices. Immediately after, margaritas in salt-free glasses, house salads, bruschetta, and an antipasti appetizer arrived. Moments later, a server I recognized but didn't know by name followed our server out, bringing a pitcher to leave on our table to refill our margaritas.

Kay’s eyes widened. “Deppgrl, is this typical?” she asked as she gestured to the food and drinks.

I laughed. “No, it’s not typical. However, being friends with Dom and with his staff knowing me well, he sends extra food out to me occasionally.”

“Well, I’m certainly not complaining!” she said, taking a sip of her margarita. “This is fantastic.”

As we were talking about our days, Kay, ever the amazing attorney that she is, sighed. “It was another day of paperwork and endless depositions. And dealing with that misogynistic pig of a boss who thinks all I’m good for is getting him coffee.” A mischievous glint entered her eyes. “Though, I might have 'accidentally' spilled some hot coffee on his lap near his dick. That was just a little revenge for his antiquated views. How was your day, Deppgrl?”

I chuckled, proud of my best friend and took a sip of my margarita before refilling our margarita glasses. “Oh, I wish I was a fly on the wall to see that! My day was just the usual whirlwind of managing people's stocks and portfolios. Nothing quite as dramatic as the courtroom or a law office.”

Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to drop the bomb. “So, speaking of things that aren’t exactly typical... I’m going away with Randy for the weekend to get him off my back about trying to win me over.”

Kay’s fork paused halfway to her mouth. “Really? You’re going to spend the weekend with Randy – a man that you don’t really trust anymore to try to get him off your back?” Kay knew what happened when I met Sarah and that the last thing I needed was more drama.

“Yeah, I know. He’s been so persistent, and I just need to get him off my back about trying to win me over. I’m hoping this weekend will finally get him to stop.”

Kay looked unconvinced. “Are you sure that won’t just encourage him to pursue you even more?”

“I hope not,” I said, though a flicker of doubt crossed my mind. “Honestly, I just want it to be over.” I paused, then leaned forward conspiratorially. “And speaking of what’s been happening since Randy and I broke up… in the last twelve or so days I’ve been pretty busy. I’ve slept with both Vic and Vin several times. Separately, of course.”

Kay’s expression didn’t change. She just nodded slowly. “Well, good for you, Deppgrl. You do you.” I wasn’t entirely surprised by her reaction. We are both incredibly sex-positive, and we support people having sex whether they’re married or in a long-term relationship. Plus, it’s no secret that I’m a diagnosed borderline sex addict. She winked. “Just be safe and have fun.”

Our main courses arrived then—my chicken scampi, fragrant with garlic and lemon, and Kay’s vibrant pasta primavera. As we ate, we drifted back to the topic of Randy.

“So, what do you think Randy has planned for this weekend?” Kay asked, twirling some pasta around her fork.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I joked, winking. “Probably just sex; lots and lots of sex.” We both laughed, but the laughter died down a bit as we considered it more seriously. “No, honestly, I think he might have a spa day planned, either Friday afternoon when we get there or sometime Saturday.”

Kay nodded. “That sounds like something he’d do. I’m guessing that you’ll be going out to dinner both Friday and Saturday nights?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “It sounds like we will be as he asked me to pack two nice outfits.”

After we finished our dinners, our plates were cleared, and then Dom himself appeared, carrying a tray laden with small bowls of gelato: mint chocolate chip, cookies and cream, chocolate, vanilla, and raspberry chocolate. “Deppgrl, Kay,” he announced with a flourish. “A little something sweet for my favorite customer and her friend.”

“Dom, you shouldn’t have!” I said, though my eyes were already scanning the flavors.

He pulled up a chair and joined us. “Nonsense. It’s my pleasure.” As we enjoyed the cool, creamy gelato, Dom chatted with us, his eyes twinkling. He even flirted with me a bit, a familiar playful glint in his eyes, but I was oblivious to his flirtations.

Suddenly, our server approached Dom, speaking to him in low tones. Dom excused himself, stepping away from the table with her. They talked quietly for a few minutes, occasionally glancing over at us. Just before he turned back, Dom winked at me, a subtle gesture that made my heart flutter.

When he returned, he smiled. “Dinner is on me tonight, Deppgrl.”

“Dom, you’re too kind,” I said, reaching for my wallet anyway. I pulled out $60 and slipped it onto the table for our server. “Thank you.”

We lingered a bit longer, chatting with Dom, but I noticed the restaurant was starting to fill up. “You know, Dom,” I said, standing up, “it’s getting pretty slammed right now. I think Kay and I should probably head out to let you and your staff get back to your customers.”

“Already?” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “It was awesome having you both.”

As we were saying goodbye, Dom leaned down, and to my surprise, he kissed me softly on the lips. He then cupped my face with his hand, his thumb gently brushing across my cheek. “Goodnight,” he murmured.

“Night,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper.

As soon as we were out the door, Kay grabbed my arm, practically dragging me away from the entrance. “Deppgrl! What was that? How long has that been going on with Dom?”

I shook my head, still a little dazed. “That was the first time anything more than a hug has ever happened, I swear!”

“Bullshit,” Kay scoffed. “He spent the entire time flirting with you when he was sitting with us! It was obvious.”

“BS,” I said, but Kay was already reaching for my phone. Before I could protest, she’d put in my access code and was typing furiously. A moment later, she handed it back. “What did you do?” I demanded, looking at the screen. It was a text to Dom, sounding exactly like me, inviting him to my place when he was done for the night.

Seconds later, my phone vibrated. It was a text from Dom: My business partner can finish working the rest of the night. I’ll be at your house in about 45 minutes.

Kay grinned triumphantly. “See? I told you!”

We left the restaurant, and Kay followed me home, pulling into my driveway right behind me. “Alright, let’s go,” she said, already heading for my front door. “We need to make sure this place is ready.” She supervised as I quickly dusted the important surfaces and lit several candles, filling the air with a soft glow and a sweet aroma.

Next, she raided my closet and found some sexy lingerie that accentuated my large tits and my curves. “Okay, go shower,” she commanded, holding up the chosen ensemble. “I’ll finish up here.”

I did as I was told, emerging from the bathroom to find Kay grabbing my damp towel to add to the washing machine. While she was doing that, I brushed my teeth, applied deodorant, and smoothed on some rose-scented lotion. She then took over, doing my hair and makeup, making sure I looked effortlessly stunning. Finally, she placed fresh towels in my bathroom.

She pulled me into a tight hug. “Have a great night, Deppgrl,” she whispered, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Kay left a few minutes later, her car disappearing down the street. I was still buzzing from the restaurant, and the thought of Dom arriving soon sent a fresh wave of anticipation through me. Just as I was tidying up a stray throw pillow, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door. I was wearing a short silk robe that covered my lingerie, just enough to be suggestive without revealing everything…unless I moved the wrong way. Barefoot, flushed, and with my heart pounding, I saw Dominic standing there, his eyes dragging over every inch of me. I let him look. Let him see how badly I needed him without saying a word. “You’re really opening the door like that?” he asked, his voice tight. “Wearing that?”

“Come in, Dom,” I said, stepping aside.

He followed me into the kitchen, carrying two bottles of very expensive wine. He set them on the counter, his gaze still lingering on me. I handed him the wine opener from the junk drawer. As I stretched to reach up into the cabinet for wine glasses and the silk robe rose slightly, revealing a hint of my ass. From behind me, I heard Dom whistle softly and the wine opener clattered to the floor. I pretended not to hear the whistle, focusing on the wine glasses. A blush crept up my neck.

He picked up the opener, uncorked one of the white wines, and poured a generous splash into each glass. “Let’s head to the living room,” I suggested, leading the way.

As we were settling down on the more comfortable couch, I tucked my legs underneath me; which made the robe rise a little bit revealing more of my legs. Dom turned to me, told me that he’d saved this wine for something important and felt that tonight was that night. He took a sip of his wine, his eyes holding mine over the rim of his glass. “Deppgrl,” he said. “I’ve been interested in you for a very long time. That kiss at the restaurant tonight… it was something I’ve wanted to do for years.”

“You could have said something,” I added, my voice soft.

He paused, his eyes serious. “I didn’t want to ruin the relationships you were in and I didn’t want to ruin the friendship I have with you.”

“What if I want you to?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Dom’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and then intense desire crossing his face. We both slowly put our wine glasses down on the coffee table. He leaned closer, his gaze locked on mine.

”What do you want, Deppgrl?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. “You,” I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest. I gently grabbed the collar of his polo shirt, pulling him closer. As our kiss deepened, we shifted our bodies, and he ended up on top of me on the couch; I could feel how hard his dick was. He stopped briefly, his eyes searching mine. “Do you want this to continue, Deppgrl?” he asked.

“I do,” I whispered, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Follow me.”

We grabbed our wine glasses and the opened bottle of wine and headed up to my bedroom; I was thankful that I had washed my bedding earlier in the day. We drank some more wine, the silence between us thick with anticipation, before we came together again to kiss. Our hands ran over each other's body as we helped each other undress. As he took his pants and boxers off, I couldn't help but stare and also blush at the size of his dick. He is a bit more endowed than Vince. To be honest, I wondered how I was going to take all of his dick, but I knew that he was going to be patient with me. We kissed again until he picked me up, carried me to my bed, and gently placed me on the bed. Once he saw me settled, he joined me on the bed.

Dom then gently ripped the top part of my lingerie, revealing my large breasts. He looked in awe for a moment, his eyes wide with admiration. "My God, you're magnificent," he breathed, before lowering his head. He began to suckle one nipple, drawing me in with a soft, persistent pull, as he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. A deep moan escaped my throat, a sound of pure pleasure. He switched to the other nipple, suckling with equal fervor, while his free hand moved to spread my legs gently.

Then, with a soft tear, he ripped the rest of my lingerie, revealing my entire body and my tattoos. He was wonder-struck, his gaze sweeping over my curves and the intricate designs on my skin. "Absolutely beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with awe. He leaned down, tracing the lines of my tattoos and the curves of my body with his fingertips, then with his mouth, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses. By the time he pushed the tip of his hard dick into my pussy, I was dripping wet and trembling. "You're so ready for me, Deppgrl," he murmured against my lips, his voice husky with desire.

"More than ready, Dom," I gasped, my hips instinctively arching up to meet him.

"Good, because I've been dreaming of this," he whispered, his voice rough with anticipation.

"You're incredible," he murmured. "Absolutely breathtaking."

"You're not so bad yourself," I teased, tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned down, kissing me deeply. As we kissed, he inserted two of his fingers in my pussy to see how wet I was and to massage my g-spot. He pulled back slightly, his breath warm against my ear.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" he whispered.

"No," I replied, my voice a little shaky. "There's no need. I'm on birth control."

"Good," he said, a satisfied rumble in his chest. He kissed me again, more urgently this time. He pushed half of his dick into my pussy, pausing for a second, letting me adjust to his size. "Just like that," he whispered, his eyes on mine. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed the rest of his dick deep inside me.

I screamed, a mix of pleasurable pain and overwhelming sensation. He let out a primal groan as he came, his body tensing above mine. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath.

As he slowly began to thrust his throbbing dick in and out of my pussy, he leaned down and began to suckle one of my nipples, rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger. "You feel so good," he whispered against my skin, his voice a low, husky growl. "So incredibly tight. Every inch of you is perfect. I could stay buried inside you forever."

"Oh, Dom, yes," I moaned, arching into his every thrust. "Please, don't stop." My fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Never, my love," he promised, his lips brushing my ear. "Not until you're screaming my name."

"God, I want you Dom," I gasped, my breath catching.

We made passionate love throughout the night, our bodies entwined, the air thick with whispers and moans. We fell asleep in each other's arms as the first hints of dawn crept through the windows, painting the room in soft hues of pink and gold.

We woke mid-morning, the sunlight streaming gently into the room. I stirred, stretching languidly, and then got up. I put on my silk robe, nothing on underneath it, I padded into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned, I went downstairs to make coffee. A few minutes later, Dom joined me, dressed in his clothes, his hair slightly disheveled, but a warm smile on his face.

"Morning, beautiful," he said, leaning against the counter as I poured us both a cup. “I couldn’t find any extra toothbrushes so I used yours. I’ll swing by later to bring you new package.

"Morning. Just leave it in the mailbox as I am leaving for the weekend around 1 pm" I replied, handing him his coffee. "Sleep well?"

"Like a dream," he chuckled, taking a sip. "Better than I have in years. You?"

"Amazingly well," I admitted, a soft smile playing on my lips. I gestured to the kitchen. "Want some breakfast? I can whip something up."

He shook his head, a hint of regret in his eyes. "As much as I'd love to, I need to head home, shower, and get ready to head back to the restaurant. It's going to be a busy day."

"Already?" I asked, a pang of disappointment. "Unfortunately," he said, stepping closer. He reached out, gently cupping my face. "But last night was... everything I've wanted."

After we finished our coffee, he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, his lips lingering on mine for a long moment before he finally pulled away. "I'll see you soon, Deppgrl," he promised, his eyes holding mine before he turned and left, the door clicking softly behind him.

 

A Day of Renewal

After I'd finished cleaning the house, making sure every trace of Vince and our night was gone, I tossed my bedding into the washer. I enjoy the simple pleasures of clean bedding and how fresh it smells.

Next, I decided my hair and I both needed a fresh start. I headed to the salon, walking in with a nervous but excited energy. My stylist was Chloe, a sibling of a childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile.

"DeppGrl, is that really you?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in recognition.

"Chloe! I know, right? It's been forever!" I laughed, settling into the chair. "I need a change. My hair is getting so heavy since it’s so long, maybe to just above my shoulders?"

She nodded, already assessing my hair. "Above the shoulders? You got it. Time for a whole new vibe." 

As she worked, she noticed my hair was pretty fried. "Your hair's looking a little... parched," she observed gently. "Let's do a hair mask, it'll make a world of difference." I agreed, and the cool, creamy mask felt amazing. We chatted about everything and nothing, catching up on old friends and where life had taken us. "Oh, and I was also hoping to get a bikini wax today if you have time," I added.

"No problem at all, we can definitely fit that in," Chloe assured me.

Once the mask was rinsed, the bikini wax done, and my hair was styled, she led me to the front.

"Alright, so for everything, it'll be $95," Chloe said, then added, "But with the 'friend of the stylist' discount, your total is $45."

"Oh my god, thank you so much, Chloe!" I said, genuinely touched. "You're the best."

"Anytime! It was great seeing you," she replied, beaming.

My next stop was the nail salon. I'd just done my own nails, I opted for a much-needed pedicure. I sank into the plush massage chair, letting the warm, bubbling water soothe my tired feet. The gentle hum of the salon and the soft chatter around me were incredibly relaxing. I closed my eyes, just for a moment, and before I knew it, I was drifting off.

A soft chuckle brought me back. "Well, look who decided to catch some Zs," a familiar voice teased. It was Maria, the salon owner, a woman I'd known for years.

I blinked, a little disoriented. "Maria! Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep!"

She waved her hand dismissively. "Honey, don't even worry about it. You looked like you needed it. You were out for a good thirty minutes."

I laughed, feeling a bit sheepish but also wonderfully rested. "Thank you for letting me. It was a much needed nap."

After paying and making sure to tip the employee generously, I stepped out of the salon. My feet felt incredible, my hair looked amazing, and I felt a sense of lightness and renewal.

I drove home, the late afternoon sun streaming through the window. Walking through my front door, I immediately went to the bathroom mirror. I stared at my reflection, turning my head from side to side. The person looking back almost didn't seem like me – the shorter hair, the refreshed glow, the feeling of something undeniably new. But it was me, undeniably. The changes weren't just external; they had settled deep inside. Before I packed it, I sat down and opened my journal, filling a few pages with thoughts about work, trying to empty my mind of it. Then, I pulled out my suitcase and tucked the journal inside. It felt important to have it with me, a silent confidante to capture whatever moments unfolded when Randy and I were at the cabin. Just in case.

Unexpected interruption

Vince headed into the shower, and I began to get dressed. I slipped into a comfortable pair of jeans and a soft t-shirt, still feeling the lingering warmth on my skin from our night together. The sound of the shower running filled the otherwise quiet house.

A short while later, Vince emerged, toweling his hair dry. "Ready for some breakfast?" he asked, a relaxed smile gracing his lips.

"Starving," I admitted, my stomach rumbling in agreement.

We ate a little of what was left over from the previous night's food, mostly just picking at it, as our appetites weren't quite fully there. The conversation flowed easily, light and comfortable, a pleasant hum of companionship after the intensity of the night.

Once we finished eating and cleaning up, Vince stood. "Well, I should probably get going," he said, walking over to me.

"Thanks for coming over, Vince," I said, looking up at him. "Last night was... exactly what I needed. It was fun."

He leaned down and kissed me softly, a gentle, lingering touch on my lips. Pulling back slightly, his eyes warm, he added, "I'll talk to you soon."

"Okay," I replied, my gaze following him.

He gave my hand a squeeze, then turned and walked out the door. I closed it behind him, letting out a quiet sigh.

An hour after Vince left, I was in the kitchen, wiping down the hard surfaces where he and I had been just hours before. The counter gleamed under my cloth, and I was just reaching for the spray bottle again when I heard the familiar click of the front door opening. My heart leaped into my throat. Randy. He still had my house key.

"Deppgrl?" Randy's voice called from the entryway, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. He walked into the kitchen, his eyes immediately landing on me and then on the half-cleaned counter. "What are you doing?" he asked.

I froze, the spray bottle still in my hand. "I'm cleaning," I stated, my voice flat. "Randy," I added, trying to keep my voice even, "what are you doing here? What do you want?”

He hesitated, his gaze still fixed on me. "A few weeks ago, I made plans for this weekend and reserved a cabin for us," he began, his voice softer now. "I was wondering if I should cancel it."

I met his gaze, my expression unreadable. "That's entirely up to you,” I replied. "We're no longer dating, so I have no say in your decisions."

He took a deep breath. "Do you want to join me?"

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. "Why do you want me to join you?"

He met my gaze directly, his expression serious. "This is going to be my last attempt to win you over, Deppgrl."

I sighed, the sound heavy. "If I say yes, will you stop asking me to give you another try?"

"Yes," he replied, his voice firm.

I sighed again, then nodded slowly. "Yes, Randy. I'll join you."

A wide smile broke across his face, lighting up his eyes. "Great! Pack two nice outfits, and whatever else you need."

"Okay," I said.

He looked like he wanted to kiss me, but he refrained, simply holding my gaze for a moment. "I'll pick you up around 1 PM on Friday."

"Okay," I replied.

He turned and walked out the door. I watched him go, then realized he had left before I could ask for my house key back.

A few minutes after Randy left, I pulled out my phone and texted Tara.

"Hey Tara, you're in charge for the next two days. Thursday will be a personal day for me, and Friday, I'm going away for the weekend."

Her reply came almost instantly. "You need to take more time off! Should I reach out to your clients for you?"

"I'll take care of that," I texted back. "I'll include you on the email so the clients know who they should talk to." She thumbs upped the message. In a matter of minutes, I sent the emails to the clients I had.

I started packing almost immediately, beginning with toiletries and the two sets of "nice" clothes Randy had requested. I also tossed in a few other comfortable outfits, my favorite worn-in sweatpants, and, of course, a compelling book to get lost in. I knew I'd need to pack more things, like my running shoes but I still had plenty of time before Randy was scheduled to pick me up on Friday. The thought of a weekend away, a chance to clear my head and see if Randy truly meant what he said, settled a quiet anticipation in my chest.

The body remembers nothing

"You serious right now?" Randy's voice dropped, shaking with disbelief as he stared at me.

I offered no reply. 

"You texted him?" His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching. 

I swallowed hard, remaining silent. 

Randy took a step back, a bitter laugh escaping him as his hands settled on his hips. Vince simply stood there, unmoving, observing. 

"Unbelievable," Randy muttered, shaking his head. "You think he's the answer to whatever's going on inside you? You think he is gonna help you forget?" 

He turned to leave, then paused, his back still facing me. "I'm not giving him a show," he said quietly, almost to himself. 

Then he was gone. There were no slammed doors, no shouting, just the distant sound of his truck starting up and pulling away from the curb. I remained frozen in place, watching him go. Vince paused on the porch, his eyes sweeping over me. I wasn't wearing a bra under my thin tank top, nor any panties. My legs were bare, and I could feel the tension and heat radiating from my skin. 

"You sure?" he asked, his gaze intense, searching mine. 

"Shut up," I retorted as I smiled, pulling him inside with a yank.

I kissed him hard, my mouth desperate against his. His hands immediately found my waist, then slid upwards, tugging at my shirt and finding bare skin beneath. I fumbled with his belt, then tugged his shirt over his head. 

"You really want to forget him that badly?" he murmured into my mouth, his breath warm against my lips. 

"I want to forget everything." 

That was all the prompting he needed. He shoved me back against the wall, ripping my tank top off until my breasts spilled free, and then sucked one nipple into his mouth. His other hand cupped the other breast, fingers rolling and tugging until a soft whimper escaped my lips. 

"You needed this," he muttered against my skin, his voice rough. "You're already trembling."

I couldn't deny it; my body was a quivering mess. He shoved his jeans down just enough, lifted one of my legs, and pushed into me in one deep, forceful thrust. I gasped—there was no warmup, no easing in, just thick, fast, and completely filling.

"Oh my God—"

"You're soaked," he growled, his voice guttural. "You want it rough?"

I nodded, my breath catching. "Don't stop." 

He didn't. He held me up, fucking me against the wall, one hand gripping my ass, the other still expertly teasing my nipple. I came embarrassingly fast, tightening around him with a sharp cry. He continued to thrust until my body was shaking uncontrollably. 

"I'm gonna cum," he muttered. 

"Inside of me."

He groaned, slamming in deep, his hips jerking as he came hard, holding me against the wall while his cum flooded inside me. 

"Not pulling out," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. 

"Good," I breathed, my own voice ragged. 

Next, he bent me over the kitchen counter, and without giving me a second to recover, he slid back inside. His cum was already dripping from me, slicking the way for his next entry. His thrusts were deeper this time, more controlled, and his hands spread me open wider. 

"You're gonna take every drop," he said, his voice firm. I couldn't speak; I could only moan, already cumming again, my body giving out under his relentless assault. 

He fucked me like he had something profound to prove, as if he were trying to erase every other man from my skin. After that, he took me upstairs. He bent me over the sink, making me watch in the mirror while he drove into me from behind. My breasts bounced with every thrust, and my mouth parted in a silent gasp of shock.

"Look at yourself," he commanded. "Look what I’m doing to you."

I watched, my reflection a blur of pleasure and abandon. I came again. He came not long after, grinding deep as he emptied inside me once more. Later, in the shower, he pinned me against the cool tile. I barely had the strength to hold on. He lifted my thigh, entered me again, and fucked me slow and deep while the hot water ran down our bodies. He pressed his forehead to mine as he came, silent this time, but intensely focused. We didn't talk. We moved from room to room—the floor, the stairs, the bed again—his hands everywhere. His mouth was on my breasts, my neck, my inner thighs. At one point, I straddled his face and sobbed through the orgasm, but he didn't stop. He didn't ask for anything; he just gave, took, and gave again. 

By the following afternoon, he pulled me out to the back deck.

"Need some air," he muttered, already unzipping.

I didn't argue. He bent me over the railing, pulled my hips back, and slid inside—deep and fast. My nipples brushed the wood as I moaned. He held my waist, pounding into me like we hadn't already fucked through most of the day, plus the night before when we had slept a little bit.

"Still want to forget?" he panted, his breath ragged. 

"I don't even remember my name," I gasped, my mind utterly blank.

He laughed, kissed my spine, and came with a shuddering groan. When he pulled out, I was shaking uncontrollably. I showered again. 

My skin stung. My thighs ached. My chest was still marked where his mouth had been. He didn't say anything when I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel. Neither did I. I passed him in silence—sore, sore everywhere, full of him, my head blank, and my body utterly spent. But I was no closer to forgetting.

I still wanted and needed Randy.

The predicament

As Randy exited my house, I closed the door behind him with a soft click. I sighed, leaned against the cool wood, and felt the tears welling up. Then, I started to cry, an ugly, snot-filled sob that shook my entire body. I knew I was in quite a predicament. I loved all three men equally – Vince, Vic, and Randy – however, I loved them very differently. I wanted to remain friends with Vince because of our long history. I knew that I would never have children with Vic even though he loved me; it was bad enough that I was sleeping with him, a married man. And I knew that I loved Randy and still wanted a future with him, but I had been wondering how on earth that would work as I didn't trust him. Even as a grown adult, I still needed to be careful with who I had sex with and how many partners I had at a time, though I still knew that the pregnancy test results would be negative.

I sighed again, dried my eyes with the back of my hand, and pulled out my phone. I texted the ER physician I had seen twice before, Dr. Maddie Jones. I told her that I was overdue for the Depo-Provera birth control injection. Her reply came almost instantly, telling me that she could see me in the next thirty minutes at the hospital. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and water bottle, and booked it to the hospital.

When I entered the ER, I bumped into my favorite nurse, Max.

"Deppgrl! What brings you here?" he asked, a friendly smile on his face.

"Hey, Max," I said, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart. "I'm here to see Dr. Jones. I'm overdue for my Depo shot."

"Ah, gotcha," he nodded. "I'll let Dr. Jones know you're here. And, just to be on the safe side, after I tell her, I'll run a quick pregnancy test. Fastest way to check is a blood draw."

I rolled my eyes, a small smile playing on my lips. "Fine, Max. Just get it over with."

"You got it," he chuckled. Max went to tell Dr. Jones, then quickly grabbed the necessary supplies and brought me into a private room. He efficiently took a few vials of blood from my arm, then headed straight to the blood lab.

When Max got to the blood lab, he dropped my name, and the techs immediately put a rush on the test. Max came back to the room a few minutes later.

"Okay, so usually this kind of test takes a few hours, sometimes even a day to get results," he explained, "but once I mentioned your name, the lab techs said they'd put a rush on it for you."

"Thank you, Max," I said, genuinely grateful. "You're the best."

"Just doing my job, Deppgrl," he replied with a wink.

About forty-five minutes later, Max returned to the room with Dr. Jones.

"Deppgrl, good news!" Dr. Jones announced, a warm smile on her face. "The test came back negative. You are not pregnant."

I sighed with profound relief, a tension I hadn't realized I was holding finally releasing. "Oh, thank God! That's a huge relief."

"Indeed," Max added, already setting up the injection. "And we can get that Depo shot administered for you right now."

"Perfect," I said, extending my arm. "So, how's everything been, Dr. Jones? Max, keeping busy?"

As I chatted with them, Max expertly injected me.

"Deppgrl," Dr. Jones said, once the injection was done, "since you're here, would you like to go ahead and get an STI test done as well? Just to be thorough."

I didn't hesitate. "Yes, absolutely. That would be great."

Max immediately grabbed more tubes for blood, along with a long Q-tip looking thing for a vaginal swab. He drew more blood, this time from my other arm, as Dr. Jones took care of the vaginal swab quickly and efficiently.

"Alright, Deppgrl," Dr. Jones said, as they finished up. "We'll send these off to the lab. Our lab is getting pretty busy right now, so we'll let you know the results in a few hours."

"Thank you both so much," I said, pulling my clothes back into place. "I really appreciate it."

"Of course," Max replied.

"Take care, Deppgrl," Dr. Jones added.

I thanked them again and left the ER, feeling a mix of lingering anxiety and immense relief.

As I drove home, I decided to stop at Aditi's restaurant to order some food. I pulled into the familiar parking lot, the aroma of spices already making my stomach rumble. Inside, I ordered a few meat samosas – crispy, triangular pastries filled with seasoned ground lamb and peas – along with a rich, creamy Butter Chicken, its sauce fragrant with ginger, garlic, and fenugreek. I also added a side of fluffy Basmati Rice and a basket of warm, buttery Garlic Naan.

As I waited, Aditi herself popped out of the kitchen, her face breaking into a wide smile. "Deppgrl! So good to see you!" She came over and pulled me into a warm hug. "Where's Randy tonight? You two usually come together." She asked before she could realize she had asked it.

I sighed, pulling back from the hug. "We broke up, Aditi."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, my dear! What happened? He seemed so good for you."

"He hurt me, Aditi," I explained, keeping it basic. "And I just don't trust him anymore."

She nodded slowly, her expression softening. "I see. Give him a chance, my dear. Love is complicated."

"This was his second chance, Aditi," I told her firmly. "I refuse to give a man a third opportunity to hurt and disappoint me again."

She just simply nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. Just then, my food came out, neatly packed in a bag.

"On the house, Deppgrl," she said, pushing the bag towards me.

"Aditi, no," I protested, reaching for my wallet. "I'm going to pay for this."

She laughed, a warm, melodic sound. "Alright, alright! But next time, it's on me."

"Deal," I said, smiling back. We said our goodnights, and I left, food in hand.

I was finally home, and I ate dinner while watching TV, though I wasn't paying much attention to what was playing.

Just as I was finishing up dinner, my phone rang. It was Vic. My stomach fluttered with butterflies, and I quickly answered.

"Hi, mi cara," I said, my voice a little breathless.

"Hi, mi vida," Vic replied, his voice warm and familiar. "How are you?"

"I'm doing better now that we're on the phone," I admitted, a small smile touching my lips. "And I also just went to get the Depo shot."

"Oh," he said, and I could hear the disappointment in his voice. "I'm doing well, but I'm getting busy at work."

"What's wrong?" I asked, sensing his shift in tone.

"I'm just sad that you got the Depo shot," he confessed.

"My body, my choice," I stated, my voice firm but not unkind.

"I agree with that," he quickly replied. "I had hoped to see you tonight, but my wife is expecting me."

"Oh," I said, the hope I hadn't realized I was holding deflating. "Well, I better let you go then."

"Bye, Deppgrl," he said.

"Bye, Vic," I replied, and hung up the phone. I just cried into my hands. I knew that he would always end up with his wife, but after the previous night, I had hoped he'd spend the night with me again.

I dried my eyes and pulled out my phone. I texted Vince.

"You available to come over?" I typed.

His reply came quickly: "What do you need?"

"I just need you, Vince!" I texted back, hitting send.

Almost immediately, his response came: "On my way over immediately."

I cleaned up from dinner, took a shower, and put on an oversized shirt. As I headed downstairs, the doorbell rang. I went to open the door, and there stood Randy.

"Randy, go home," I said, my voice flat.

"Deppgrl, please," he insisted, stepping closer. "I need to talk to you."

"I said, go home," I repeated, my voice hardening.

Just then, Vince's car pulled up, and he quickly exited, heading towards my door. Randy and Vince locked eyes, a tense staring contest beginning between them.

"It's very clear that Deppgrl doesn't want you at her house right now, Randy," Vince stated, his voice calm but firm. "And it's rude to show up at someone's house uninvited."

The Unexpected Call

A wave of disappointment washed over me. Vic had left for work without saying goodbye, though I knew he needed to get to work. I pushed myself from the kitchen counter, a decisive sigh escaping me.

I decided to head upstairs to my bedroom. The sheets were a tangled mess, so with quick, efficient movements, I stripped the bed. I carried the entire bundle downstairs to the laundry room, dropped it onto the floor a heap, added laundry detergent to the washer, loaded the machine, closed the lid, and started it.

Barely twenty minutes after Vic had left, my phone rang; it was Randy. "Fuck!" I thought to myself. I knew that if he were to come over, Randy and I would undoubtedly have sex. Not that I didn't want to – I certainly did – but I didn't want him to think it was okay to hurt me and then simply come back later expecting sex.

I took a deep breath and answered, my voice cold. "Hey, Randy."

"Hey, Deppgrl," his voice was soft and hesitant. "Can I come over? Think we should talk."

I paused, processing his question and weighing my conflicting desires. He called my name again, "Deppgrl?"

"You can," I said, "but your visit will be short."

"Okay," he replied, a hint of relief in his tone. "When can I come by?"

"Give me about an hour and a half," I said, my voice still cold.

"Okay," he replied, "I'll see you then."

"Bye," I said, and then hung up the phone.

When I returned to my room, I noticed that it still smelled of sex, so I turned on the ceiling fan and then the air purifier to help clear the lingering scent. After that, I went back downstairs to run the vacuum on the carpets and sweep the kitchen floor. I grabbed a vase from the top of the fridge – one of several up there that served as decorations of sorts. After grabbing scissors, I went outside to my flower garden, where I cut daisies, carnations, and tulips before carefully bringing them inside. I took the vase off the counter, brought it over to the sink, added room temperature water to it, arranged the flowers, and placed them in my living room.  When I returned to the kitchen, I put the scissors in the dishwasher.

Looking at my watch, I saw that I still had time for a quick shower. I hopped in, showered, then dried off and dressed in loungewear. Afterwards, I headed to the laundry room, where I moved the bedding from the washer to the dryer then started the dryer.

As I headed to the kitchen to grab something to drink, the doorbell rang. I glanced at my watch to check the time, knowing it was Randy without even needing to check the security camera app, and opened the door. He was dressed sort of to the nines in slacks, a polo shirt, a sports coat, and loafers. I invited him in.

“Thank you for allowing me to come over,” Randy said…he was doing is best to not kiss me. “Deppgrl, I honestly had no idea that I was flirting with Sarah—I genuinely thought I was just being friendly. That doesn’t excuse what happened. I understand that it made you feel like you were on a date with both of us, and worse, it showed you that I was being disrespectful towards you. I’m really sorry for that.”

I opened the door. “Ok.”

He leaned in, trying to kiss me.

I pulled back, steadying my voice. “You need to seriously reconsider your actions.”

He stepped back immediately, eyes dropping. “I’m sorry,” he said again, quieter this time.

Halfway out the door, he turned back to look at me. His eyes met mine.

“I told Sarah I’m going to try to earn your trust again,” he said. “And I told her that from now on, we’ll only talk about Emma and Max. That’s it.”

I held his gaze for a beat. “Ok.”

I then said “Goodnight, Randy.”

A secret shared

Later that evening, after the workday finally dragged to a close, I was back at my house, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation. Just as I was about to change into something comfortable, my doorbell rang. I glanced at my phone's security camera app; it was Vic. A smile touched my lips.

I opened the door, and there he stood, impeccably dressed as always, but with a large bag of what smelled like incredible food in one hand and two expensive-looking bottles of wine in the other – one red, one rosé.

"Hey," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thought you might be hungry."

"Vic! You didn't have to," I said, stepping aside to let him in, the aroma of the food already making my stomach growl. "What's all this?"

He walked into the kitchen, setting the bags and bottles on the counter. "Just a little something. My boss, Marlin, almost didn't let me take the wine." He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's pretty expensive stuff, apparently. And the food, too. He's usually such a stickler about us taking anything from the restaurant."

I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Oh really? What changed his mind?"

Vic leaned against the counter, a proud smirk on his face. "I told him it was for somebody very important to me." He paused, taking a deep breath of the food's aroma. "Then he asked if it was for my wife."

My heart gave a little flutter. "And what did you say?" I prompted, trying to keep my voice casual.

"I told him it was for a woman I wished I was married to," Vic said, his gaze locking onto mine, a raw intensity in his dark eyes.

A warmth spread through me, a thrilling, dangerous heat. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket – a quick glance showed a text from Vic's boss, Marlin: "Vic owes me for letting him cook and prepare such expensive food and wine. A bottle of red wine about $2,700 and a bottle of rose wine about $2,500. Don't let him forget it." I quickly typed back, "Sure he does lol!" and slipped my phone away, a secret smile playing on my lips. Vic had no idea his boss and I had been friends since middle school.

"Well," I said, my voice a little breathless, "I'm certainly feeling special now." I walked over, reaching for the wine bottles. "Let's open these. And what did you bring? It smells amazing."

"It's a little bit of everything," he said, pulling out containers. "Some Wagyu beef steaks, truffle mashed potatoes, roasted asparagus, and a decadent chocolate cake for dessert."

"You outdid yourself," I said, genuinely touched. "Seriously, thank you."

"Anything for you, Deppgrl," he replied, his eyes soft as he watched me.

Vic then began to plate the food, his movements precise and elegant, like the professional he was. I always loved watching him work in the kitchen, whether it was at my house or back when we both worked for my brother. There was a quiet intensity, a focused artistry in the way he arranged each component on the plate. I occasionally watched him as he moved gracefully in my kitchen. He caught me studying him, and a slow wink spread across his face.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, a playful glint in his eye.

"Just that you're easy on the eyes and I also really appreciate the time you're taking away from your family to be here," I admitted, a smile playing on my lips. "Plus I love when you cook for me."

He stopped what he was doing, carefully putting the dishes down. He walked over to me, pulling me gently into his arms. "Deppgrl," he murmured, his gaze serious, "you're worth every minute. And then some." He kissed me softly at first, then with a deepening tenderness that promised more.

"I want you right now," I whispered against his lips, my hands finding their way into his hair.

He kissed me passionately, a deep, lingering kiss that left me breathless. Then he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine. "And I want you, too, Deppgrl. More than you know. But first," he said, a playful glint in his eye, "I need to feed you. You'll need your energy later on."

I smiled, a thrill running through me. "I can't wait."

We ate at the kitchen island, the food truly exceptional. The Wagyu beef melted in my mouth, the truffle mashed potatoes were rich and creamy, and the roasted asparagus perfectly crisp. The wine was superb, a complex flavor that lingered on my tongue. As we ate, I discreetly looked up the brand of both wines on my phone. I tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to hide how big my eyes got.

"What's wrong?" Vic asked, noticing my expression.

"Nothing," I said, trying to sound casual. "Just... this is a really good bottle of wine."

He chuckled, a knowing smirk on his face. "I know how much it was. Marlin was practically lecturing me about it."

"He would," I said, a small laugh escaping me. "He's very particular about his wine cellar. He’s got an eclectic taste."

Vic's eyes narrowed slightly, a curious glint in them. "How do you know Marlin?"

I took a sip of my wine, a small smile playing on my lips. "Marlin and I became friends back in the middle school days."

We talked throughout dinner, the conversation flowing easily, but we carefully avoided the topic of Randy, a silent agreement between us.

When we finished eating, I started to clear the plates, but Vic immediately reached for my rosé wine glass, refilling it. "Sit down," he said gently, taking the plates from my hands. "I'll clean up."

I watched him, a familiar warmth spreading through me. I wondered what it would be like to be in a serious relationship with him, instead of being his side piece. The thought lingered, a tempting, dangerous rabbit hole.

"Deppgrl?" Vic's voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I blinked a few times, shaking myself from my reverie. "Yeah?"

He kissed me passionately, a deep, consuming kiss that left me breathless. When he finally pulled away, he winked. "Now that we're full, we need to make room for the cake. My colleague made it." He took me by the hand, and without another word, led me towards my bedroom, our clothes leaving a trail behind us.

When we made it to my room, Vic kissed me again, a soft, lingering kiss that promised everything. Then, he picked me up effortlessly and placed me gently on my bed. He joined me, his eyes dark with desire. "Lay down for me, bonita," he murmured, his voice husky. "And spread your legs for me." I did, my body already humming with anticipation.

He lowered himself between my thighs, and I gasped as his tongue found my clit, beginning to work its magic. He ate my pussy for so long that I lost count of how many times I climaxed and came on his tongue. Each wave of pleasure built on the last, my body arching, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh, Vic," I moaned, my voice raw. "Yes, yes! I love what you're doing." I moaned in pure pleasure, my hips bucking.

Finally, he slid up my body, his hard and throbbing dick pressing against my slick pussy, ready to enter. In one swift move, he pushed himself inside of me. "God, Deppgrl!" he screamed, his voice thick with pleasure as he filled me completely. I screamed in pleasure too, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull his dick deeper inside of me. As he slowly rode me, his hips moving in a deliberate, sensual rhythm, he leaned down, pinching and sucking on my nipples, sending jolts of exquisite sensation through me. "You feel so incredible," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. "Every inch of you."

"Oh, Vic, yes!" I gasped, my voice breathless. "Don't stop!"

We climaxed often, our moans filling the room, each shattering release shaking me to my core, and Vic came in me after each climax, filling me with his hot, thick cum.

His dick was still in me, pulsating and still pouring cum as we caught our breath. He kissed me softly, his lips brushing mine. "Ready for dessert, beautiful?" he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes.

With a sly smile on my face, I looked up at him. "Show me again what I do to you," I challenged, my voice husky.

He laughed, a rich, warm sound. He carefully placed my one leg on his shoulder, then, with a renewed energy, started to ride me again, his hips picking up speed. "You drive me wild, Deppgrl," he groaned, his body already tensing. "Absolutely wild."

"Good," I gasped, my body already arching to meet his thrusts. "That's exactly what I want."

In no time, the pressure built, and we were climaxing, our bodies convulsing together, cumming together in a powerful, shared release. He pulled out, his dick still hard and throbbing. "Let's try something else, baby," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

After I got on my hands and knees for Vic, my ass high and tempting, he positioned himself behind me, his thick, throbbing dick nudging my wet pussy. In one quick, forceful thrust, he shoved his entire dick deep inside me. "God, Deppgrl!" he roared, and I screamed in pleasure, my body arching as his hard dick filled me completely. He immediately grabbed onto my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me back onto his grinding pelvis as he began to move his hips like pistons, driving into me with a brutal, relentless rhythm. Each deep plunge made my pussy clench and milk his hard dick, stretching me to my limit, and I cried out his name, my voice raw, as he pounded into me, utterly possessing me with each powerful, unforgiving stroke. We climaxed hard and he poured his cum in me for the next few minutes.

He pulled me into his arms, his gaze intense. "Deppgrl," he breathed, "are you still using birth control?"

"I am," I replied, my voice a little breathless. "But I'm due any day now for another injection."

He grabbed my phone from the nightstand, quickly opening the calendar app. He scrolled through it, his brow furrowing. "You're overdue by a week," he stated, his eyes snapping back to mine. "Are you ovulating?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I’m not going to ovulate for another ten to twelve days. And I have the morning after pill. I’ll take it in the morning.”

A primal glint entered his eyes. He rolled me onto my back, his movements swift and dominant. He spread my legs wide, his knees pushing my thighs open, and mounted me. He rode me for almost an hour and a half, a relentless, punishing rhythm. His hands were rough, gripping my hips, pulling me up to meet his thrusts, then pushing me down onto his hard dick. He leaned down, his mouth closing over one nipple, then the other, sucking hard, biting gently, tugging until they ached with pleasure. "You're so wet for me, aren't you, baby?" he growled against my skin, his voice thick with desire. "So damn tight."

"Oh, Vic, yes!" I screamed, my body arching, my fingers digging into his back. I run my nails across his back, accidentally scratching him. I knew that his wife would see the scratches.

"Yesssssss, baby!" he moaned, his hips pounding harder.

We climaxed often, our bodies convulsing, our moans echoing in the room, and he filled me with cum after each climax, his thick, hot release flooding deep inside me. His dick, still in my pussy, throbbing and pulsating and pouring cum in me, he collapsed and pulled me close to him.

"I love you, baby girl," he murmured, his voice soft against my hair. "I want you to have my children." He placed one hand instinctively across my stomach and the other fingering my wet pussy before he finally fell asleep.

If someone asked me years ago if I wanted Vic's children, I would've said yes in a heartbeat. If I were asked now, I would say. I loved Vic then and I still love him now but it's different. I love when we have sex; the raw, uninhibited passion we share. If I were to have children, they'd be Randy's.

I fell asleep in Vic's arms, not taking it for granted, as I didn't know how much longer we had together.

In the morning, the first hint of dawn was just breaking when I felt a familiar pressure. Vic was awake, and he woke me up by pushing his dick into my still slick pussy. He began to fuck me hard and rough, his hips pounding into me, driving me into the mattress. His hands found my breasts, pinching and tugging my nipples until they were exquisitely sensitive. "God, you're so good," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. "So damn wet for me."

"Oh, Vic, yes!" I gasped, my body arching to meet his every thrust. "Don't stop!"

We climaxed and cum often, our bodies convulsing, our moans filling the room with each shattering release.

After sex, we eventually got out of bed, our bodies still humming. We showered together, the warm water washing away the evidence of our passion. We brushed our teeth, got dressed, and then headed downstairs for breakfast. We enjoyed some of the decadent chocolate cake he had brought, a sweet end to our intense night. Before he left for work, he pulled me close, kissed me deeply, and then, with a final, hungry thrust, fucked me roughly on the kitchen counter, filling me with his cum. As soon as he pulled out, I went to the bathroom and took the morning after pill. He was gone when I returned.

New beginnings/Vic returns

I didn't sleep well that night. I spent the night staring at the ceiling, contemplating my decision of Randy vs. Vince. I started to think that comfort is far better than a new shiny toy. I was tempted to reach out to Vince, but with how things went last time – at my office –  but I knew he wouldn't come.

Thirty minutes later, my doorbell rang. I used my phone to go through the security camera app to see who was at my door. It was Vince. I facepalmed myself. I got up, went to the door, wondering what kind of magical wine I drank to summon Vince.

I opened the door and invited Vince in. "Can I get you something strong to drink?" I offered.

He declined with a shake of his head. "No, thanks. It's late, and I'm on my motorcycle. Orange juice would be great, if you have it."

"Of course," I said, and brought him a glass.

We sat down, the silence heavy for a moment before I broke it. "So, why are you here, Vince?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Both Kay and Randy reached out to me. Randy knew he was in deep shit and wasn't sure what to do next. And Kay, well, she was championing you, as she always does."

"Look, Vince," I said, my voice firm. "No one should be that close to an ex-spouse – whether they had children or not – and expect their new partner to be besties with the ex-spouse. And they certainly shouldn't be flirting with their ex, or acting like they're on a date with them, while their new partner is sitting right there."

Vince sighed again, a deep, weary sound. "You're right. I'll talk to Randy in the morning."

"Thank you," I said, genuinely.

As he got up to leave, Vince paused. "Deppgrl," he began, his voice softer, "I also wanted to apologize. For assuming you'd take me on as a client, and for my behavior at your office. That was out of line." This was a true apology, sincere and from the heart.

"Thank you, Vince," I replied, and we hugged. As we stepped apart, he looked into my eyes. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. I didn't even have to nod; he knew by the look in my eyes that I wanted him to kiss me, and he did. His lips were soft, then firm, and a familiar comfort.

After some time, he pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. "If I don't stop now," he breathed, his voice a little rough, "I'll have you in bed."

"What if I want you to?" I whispered, my gaze locked on his.

He kissed me again, a quick, tender press of his lips. "I can't do that to another man - even if that man is in limbo right now." He pulled back fully.

"This is why I should've chosen comfort over new,” I said.

He said goodnight, gave my hand a squeeze, and let himself out. I watched him go, then went to bed. I slept until 10 AM. I showered, brushed my teeth, and put on my favorite sweatpants and shirt, then padded down the stairs. Halfway down, I saw an envelope in my entryway. Great... Randy strikes again. I went to grab it. I opened the letter and read what he wrote:

"DeppGrl, 

You're absolutely right that I should have apologized on my own instead of having Kay and Vince talk me into it. I understand the severity of not realizing how much I screwed up yesterday and it kills me that I hurt you and disappointed you. I love you more than anything on earth and I don't want to lose you. Please forgive me.

Yours forever,
Randy

I didn't know how to feel about Randy's letter. Honestly, I felt a bit numb, but it wasn't from the wine; it was from another man who disappointed me. Men always disappoint me one way or another. I texted Kay.

"Hey Kay, after reading Randy's letter, I'm going to break up with him."

Her reply came quickly. "Is that you speaking, or the wine?"

"97% me, 3% the wine," I texted back.

She sent a "lol" and then, "Do you need me to come over?"

"I'm fine," I replied. "And yes, my phone's going to stay on." She sent the smiley emoji.

I reread the letter that Randy wrote. It didn't truly feel like an apology. I knew that Kay ripped Randy a new asshole and played a big part in the apology. I wanted a real apology from the heart, not something "forced." I knew that Kay meant well and wanted what's best for me.

I looked at my phone to check the time. It was 11:47 PM. I texted Randy.

"Randy, I appreciate that you apologized via letter. However, it felt forced. If you were truly apologetic, you would have apologized on your own and far sooner, rather than having my best friend rip you a new asshole and make you apologize."

His reply came almost instantly. "I'm so sorry for apologizing the wrong way. Can I please come over?"

"I'm going to bed," I texted back. "Good night."

The next few days were spent ignoring Randy and working my ass off at work. I had slacked off quite a bit recently, and it wasn't a good look on me, the staff, or the company. I threw myself into projects, catching up on everything that had fallen by the wayside. The focus was a welcome distraction, and surprisingly, I found myself well-rested each morning, the lack of emotional turmoil contributing to a deeper sleep.

By the fourth day back in the office, a crisp Thursday morning, Tara buzzed me.

"Boss," she said, her voice a little tense, "the police have been called. Vince is here, and they're about to remove him from the building."

My brow furrowed. Vince? Here? I quickly recalled the email I'd sent. "Tara," I said, my voice firm, "call them back immediately. Tell them I'm recalling the trespass request just for today. Let Vince head to my office."

"Understood, boss," she replied, and I heard her quickly relay the message.

A few moments later, Vince appeared in my doorway, looking slightly disheveled but with a determined glint in his eyes. He stepped in, and I closed the door behind him.

"Vince," I said, a sigh escaping me. "What are you doing here?"

He walked over and pulled me into a tight hug. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, pulling back slightly. "But what's going on? Why are you here?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "It's Randy. He's been stressing out, big time. About you. About what you're going to say, whether you're going to break up with him or not. He's called out sick all week so far, and Jose isn't happy about it."

My heart sank a little, despite myself. "He's been that bad?"

"Yeah," Vince confirmed, nodding. "He's a mess. He came to me, asking for advice. He's genuinely lost, says he doesn't know what to do next."

I looked at Vince, my gaze searching. "What do you think I should do, Vince?"

He met my eyes, his expression serious. "Deppgrl, you deserve better than that. Randy, clearly, doesn't have the respect for you he claimed he did. If he did, he wouldn't have put you through that. My advice? Break up with him. Move on. You don't need that kind of drama in your life."

I considered his words, and a quiet certainty settled over me. "You're right," I said, my voice firm. "You're absolutely right."

Vince nodded slowly. "I'm not telling you this because I want another chance with you. I understand causing you pain, and I know you tend to keep giving chances. You don't deserve to keep being hurt."

I nodded, acknowledging his sincerity.

"Thank you, Vince," I said, my voice softer now. "For your advice. And for coming."

He gave me a brief, understanding smile, then turned and left my office.

As soon as the door closed, I pulled out my phone. I needed to do this.

"Randy," I texted, "It's time to talk. Come to house around 6:45 for dinner tonight."

His reply came almost immediately. "Ok. How are you?"

I hesitated, then typed, "We'll talk tonight."

On my way home from work, I stopped at that soul food/barbecue restaurant I took Auriella to a while back to order dinner for two. I ordered their amazing mac & cheese, fried chicken, pulled pork sandwiches, and fried okra. The aroma alone was making my stomach rumble. I paid and thanked the staff, and within minutes, I received my order, packed hot and ready.

I drove home, unloaded my car, and walked inside, kicking my shoes off once I got through the door. I carefully placed the food in chafing dishes with sternos beneath them to keep everything warm. Then, I headed upstairs, showered, and dressed in a comfortable t-shirt and shorts. Back downstairs, I put cans of soda in the fridge, making sure they were chilling for dinner.

At 6:50 PM, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, stepping back just in time to avoid hitting my toes. There stood Randy, a bottle of wine in one hand and a small, hopeful bouquet of flowers in the other.

"Hey," he said, his voice soft. He started to bend down, as if to kiss me, then stopped, his gaze uncertain.

"Come in," I said, stepping aside.

He walked into the entryway, and we headed into the kitchen. I grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet, and Randy immediately uncorked the bottle and began to pour. As the wine flowed into the first glass, he spoke, his voice low.

"I understand why you've been giving me the cold shoulder, Deppgrl. I really do." He passed me a glass of wine, then reached for my hand, his fingers gently closing around mine.

I slid my hand out of his grip, my expression unyielding. "Randy," I said, taking a sip of wine.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm so sorry. I messed up. I hurt you, and I disappointed you. I know it." He looked at me, his eyes pleading.

"You can apologize all you want, Randy," I told him, my voice flat. "But it doesn't change the fact that you hurt me and you disappointed me. And a forced apology doesn't make it any better."

We talked more as we finished the wine, the conversation strained, filled with my quiet resentment and his earnest, but somewhat fumbling, attempts at reconciliation.

We sat down to eat, the delicious aroma of the soul food filling the silence between us. The mac & cheese was creamy, the fried chicken crispy, and the pulled pork tender. But the food couldn't quite distract from the conversation that was about to happen.

"Randy," I began, setting down my fork, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "I can no longer trust you." I met his gaze directly. "I'm breaking up with you."

He flinched, a flicker of pain crossing his face, but he wasn't terribly surprised. He nodded slowly. "I hoped you wouldn't."

"I hope you learn from this, Randy," I continued, my voice softening slightly, "so it doesn't happen to the next woman you date."

He shook his head, a determined glint in his eyes. "The next woman I date will be you. I plan to make it up to you. I'm going to earn your trust again."

"No," I said, my voice firm. "I'm done giving men who disappoint me a second chance - or in this case, a third chance.”

"But I gave you a second chance," he countered, "when Vic told me about the both of you."

I stopped him, holding up a hand. "That wasn't giving me a second chance, Randy. That was understanding the history between two people who, at one point, cared about each other. It's different."

He kept his mouth shut after that, the silence heavy as we finished eating the rest of our dinner.

After we finished eating, Randy thanked me for dinner. "Can I help you clean up?" he offered, gesturing to the dishes.

"No, I've got it," I said, already gathering plates, declining his help.

He stood by the door, hesitant. Before he left, he reached out, brushing his thumb gently against my cheek. "I love you, Deppgrl," he murmured, his eyes filled with a raw sincerity. "And I will win you back."

I met his gaze, my own eyes tired. "It won't happen, Randy."

He sighed, a deep, defeated sound, then turned and walked out, closing the door softly behind him. I leaned against the door, listening until I heard his car drive away, and then I cried.

Two days later, it was Friday, and I was genuinely excited. My plans included staying home, having some wine, and catching up on my reading. The workday, however, dredged on by so slowly, each minute feeling like an hour.

Finally, Tara came into my office, looking concerned. "Boss, what's wrong? You look like you're about to explode."

"Come in, Tara, and close the door," I said, gesturing to the chair. She did so, her curiosity piqued. As she sat, I poured us both a few fingers of bourbon into some plastic cups I kept for emergencies.

She raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. "Now I know why I love working with you," she quipped, and we both chuckled, the tension easing slightly.

"Seriously, though, what's up?" she asked again, her tone more gentle.

I took a deep breath. "It's about meeting Sarah – Randy's ex-wife and the mother of their children – and how it went. His flirting with her, and them pretty much turning it into a date for them, with me as the third wheel."

Tara's expression softened. "Oh, boss, I'm so sorry to hear that. That sounds awful." She paused, then took a sip of her bourbon. "Actually, there's something I wanted to come clean about."

I raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of my own. "Oh?"

"Randy's been coming by the office a couple of times a day for the last week," she confessed. "Asking to see you but I had him turned away."

My eyes widened slightly. "He has? Did he have anything to say?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "He'd asked Jimothy and I to pass on that he loves you, he always will, and he won't give up on you guys."

A strange mix of emotions swirled within me – anger at Randy, but immense gratitude for Tara. "Thank you, Tara," I said. "Thank you for protecting me. For going above and beyond." I paused, then added, "And I want you to tell Jimothy – you two share an office, right? – that for his efforts to protect me, he'll be getting a raise."

"I'll pass it along to him!" she said.

"Thank you," I repeated. We finished our bourbon, and she went back to work. She didn't ask if she'd get a raise for protecting me as well; I knew she wanted to, but she didn't, as she had recently received a very large raise.

I sent a message to the staff that I was exhausted and taking a nap in my office, and that I'd be awake in about 90 minutes. Before I laid down on the couch, I pulled out my phone. First, I texted Vince.

"It's over between Randy and I."

His reply came almost instantly: "Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine," I texted back.

Then, I texted Vic.

"It's over between Randy and I."

His response was immediate. "Why did you tell me?"

"Because," I texted back, a smirk playing on my lips, "I want you to keep my bed warm tonight."

"I'll be at your house tonight," he replied.

"I can't wait," I texted back.

I didn't realized how tired I was. I slept for two hours instead of the hour and a half. I woke up feeling refreshed. I went into one of my desk drawers to grab my toothpaste and toothbrush and went to the bathroom around the corner of my office. I brushed my teeth and went back to my office to complete everything I needed to; replying to 23 emails to the new clients. Once I shut down my computer, I sent the staff a text in a group text that I was heading home and they could leave once their work was done – they would still be paid for the full day. Many privately texted me thanking me for telling them they could leave once their work was done. I am a firm believer in treating your staff with respect, trusting them to get their work done on their own by managing their time, and paying them well - I chose to pay my staff more than the going rates of what their experience and education suggests/mandates. I left and headed back to the soul food/barbecue restaurant.

I ordered mac & cheese, chicken gumbo, collard greens, fried chicken, and pulled pork sandwiches. Vic was already at my house when I got home. He carried the food into the house. We talked about work but avoided the topic of Randy as we ate. Vic cleaned up as I showered. He came upstairs as I was wrapping the towel around me. He knocked on the bathroom door and came in. He couldn't help but stare at me.

"What's going on?" I asked, a little self-conscious.

He smiled, his eyes tracing the lines of my body. "You just look so beautiful wrapped up in that towel."

I chuckled, brushing my hair with my fingers. He stepped closer, kissing me softly, his lips warm against mine.

"Ready for me?" he murmured, his voice husky.

"More than ready," I breathed, my heart already quickening.

Vic turned me to face the mirror in my bathroom. He spread my legs, and with a deep groan, pushed his hard dick into my pussy. His hips began to move like pistons against me, a powerful, relentless rhythm. "Look at yourself, Deppgrl," he groaned in my ear, his breath hot. "Look at us."

I met my own gaze in the mirror, then his, watching our bodies move together. As I watched, he reached up, pinching and pulling my nipples, sending jolts of exquisite pleasure through me. I looked back at his face in the mirror, and I saw pure joy, a raw, unadulterated happiness that mirrored my own. We climaxed a few times, each shattering release shaking me to my core, and he came in me several times, filling me completely. He finally pulled out, leaving me trembling and breathless.

"God, you're incredible," he panted, resting his forehead against my back.

"You too," I whispered, still catching my breath.

He picked me up effortlessly and sat me down on the cool bathroom counter. I spread my legs, and he pushed his dick back into my slick pussy. As he was pounding his hard dick in me, he leaned down, biting and gently pulling my nipples with his mouth, sending shivers through me. I moaned his name, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Feel that, baby?" he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "All mine."

"Yours," I gasped, my hips bucking to meet his thrusts. We climaxed a number of times, each wave of pleasure building on the last, and he came in me, a final, overflowing release.

As Vic and I caught our breath, still on the bathroom counter, he leaned back slightly, a satisfied grin on his face. "You are absolutely feral, Deppgrl," he breathed, his eyes gleaming. "And I love it."

He pulled out of me, and without a word, scooped me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my body still trembling from the intensity. He carried me from the bathroom, through the hall, and gently placed me onto my unmade bed. He joined me, his weight settling beside me. I shifted onto my back, spreading my legs wide, and he mounted me, his gaze never leaving mine. With a slow, deliberate push, he slid back into my slick pussy.

"Right where you belong," he murmured, his hips beginning to move. He rode me for over an hour, a relentless, passionate rhythm that built and built. We kissed, our mouths devouring each other, our bodies a blur of motion. We climaxed often, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last, and each time, he filled me with his cum.

Finally, he pulled out, his breath ragged. "On your hands and knees, baby," he rasped. I listened, my body eager for more. He positioned himself behind me, and with a powerful thrust, mounted me from behind. His hips moved like pistons, driving deep into me, his hands grabbing onto my hips, pulling me closer with each stroke. "Yes!" I screamed, my voice raw with pleasure. "Vic, yes!" In no time, the pressure built to an unbearable peak, and we climaxed, our bodies convulsing in unison, and he filled me completely. As he pulled out, a guttural scream of pleasure tore from his throat, and he poured more cum into my pussy, leaving me utterly drenched.

He pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply, his lips tasting of sweat and desire. "I'm so happy I'm here with you," he murmured against my mouth.

"I'm happy you're here too," I replied, burying my face in his neck, inhaling his scent. "This is what I needed."

"Me too, Deppgrl. More than you know." He stroked my hair, his touch infinitely tender. "Just you and me."

We talked a little bit more, the conversation a soft murmur against the quiet of the night, before we finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning, the first rays of sunlight streamed through the curtains, waking me gently. I stirred, feeling Vic's weight beside me. He shifted, then his hand found my inner thigh, gently spreading my legs. He lowered his head, and I gasped as his tongue began to work its magic, eating my pussy with a slow, deliberate expertise that sent shivers through me. "Oh, Vic," I moaned, my hips arching. "God, that feels good."

He continued until I was slick and throbbing, then he mounted me. He took his time screwing me, his movements passionate and deep, his hands caressing every curve of my body, from my breasts to my thighs. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "So damn good."

"You too," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop, please."

We moaned and screamed in pleasure, our bodies moving in a timeless dance. We climaxed over seven times, each release more powerful than the last, and he came in me each and every time, filling me with his cum until I was completely sated.

When we were both utterly spent, lying breathless and slick, he kissed me softly. "I need to get to work," he murmured, his voice still a little rough.

I kissed him back, my fingers idly stroking his dick. He became hard again. "Stay," I whispered, my voice husky.

"I wish I could, baby," he groaned, his eyes dark with desire. "But I really have to go." He stopped my hand, but then, with a hungry look, he mounted me again. He rode me for a bit, a quick, intense session, our bodies finding that familiar, exhilarating rhythm. We climaxed a few more times, and he came in me, a final, powerful release.

He finally got up, showered quickly, and got dressed. He came back to the bed, leaned down, and kissed me deeply. "I'll call you," he promised, his eyes full of lingering desire, before he left.

I fell back asleep, utterly exhausted, and didn't wake up until noon when my phone rang. It was Vic. I answered, my voice still thick with sleep.

"Well, good afternoon, sleepyhead," he chuckled. "Your voice is incredibly sexy when you wake up. I should wake you up more often."

I laughed, a genuine, relaxed sound. "You're ridiculous. How are you?"

"Thoroughly fucked, but happy," he replied, and I laughed again. "Listen," he continued, "while you're single, we should definitely meet more often. What do you think?"

"I think that's a fantastic idea," I said, a smile spreading across my face. "I can't wait."

Meeting the ex

Our alarm jolted us awake a few hours later, signaling the start of a new day. We groaned in unison, still heavy with sleep and the lingering exhaustion from the night's passion. Despite the early hour, a comfortable warmth filled the room.

"Morning, beautiful," Randy mumbled, pressing a kiss to my temple before slowly untangling himself from the sheets.

"Morning," I replied, stretching languidly. "Ready for the day?"

We eventually managed to drag ourselves out of bed and into the bathroom. We showered together, the warm water a soothing balm on our still-sensitive skin. After drying off, we began to get dressed, the movements slow and easy.

As I stood at the sink, brushing my teeth, Randy came up behind me. His hands gently brushed over my hips, pulling me back against his warm body. I could feel his dick harden. “God, I love the smell of your shampoo," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear.

I finished brushing, rinsed, and turned to face him, a playful glint in my eye. "Oh really? And what are you going to do about it?"

He grinned, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

Before I could respond, he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me effortlessly from the bathroom to the bedroom. We laughed as he deposited me gently onto the unmade bed, the sheets still tangled from our earlier slumber. Without a word, we started shedding our clothes again, eager to return to the warmth of each other.

He spread my legs, his gaze dark and hungry, and with a deep groan, pushed his hard dick into my waiting pussy. "Deppgrl," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure as he filled me. He began to thrust in and out of me slowly, a deliberate, teasing rhythm that built the anticipation. "You feel so good, so incredibly good."

"Oh, Randy, yes!" I gasped, my hips beginning to move with his. "Don't stop!"

Then, he picked up speed, his hips pounding into mine with increasing urgency. We moved faster and faster, our bodies slick with sweat, until a shared climax rocked us both, and he came, hot and heavy, deep inside me.

As soon as he came, he didn't pull out. Instead, he started thrusting in and out of me again, a renewed fervor in his movements. I instinctively wrapped my legs over his shoulders, pulling him even deeper. "Oh, God, yes!" I cried out, my voice breathless. With a guttural groan, he climaxed immediately, pouring more cum into me. But he didn't stop there; he continued to ride me, his hips a relentless piston, until I felt the familiar build, a powerful wave of my own, and I screamed his name as I climaxed, my body convulsing around his.

He finally pulled out, leaving me trembling and breathless. "Get on your hands and knees for me, baby," he rasped, his voice ragged. I listened, my muscles still quivering. He positioned himself behind me, and with a powerful thrust, pushed into my pussy again, his hips driving deep into me. "That's it," he grunted, his breath hot against my ear. "You're so perfect."

"Oh, God, Randy!" I begged, my voice raw with desire. "Yes!" Moments later, the pressure built to an unbearable peak, and I was screaming his name as we climaxed again, a raw, primal release. He came in me again, a final, explosive wave. As he pulled out, he poured a little bit more of his cum into me, leaving me utterly drenched and completely sated.

As we lay there, catching our breath, a sudden realization hit me. "Oh my God," I gasped, a small laugh escaping me. "We need to shower again! We're meeting Sarah at The Old Mill."

Randy chuckled, pulling me closer for a quick kiss. "Worth it."

We eventually managed to untangle ourselves from the bed and stumbled back into the shower, washing away the evidence of our morning's passion. Once clean, we got dressed again, and I sat at my vanity to do my hair and makeup.

Randy leaned against the doorframe, watching me, a relaxed smile on his face. "God, I love your shampoo," he said, shaking his head slightly. "It just may get you pregnant!"

I burst out laughing, applying my mascara with a steady hand. "You're ridiculous!"

"Maybe," he shrugged, walking over to kiss my shoulder. "But you know it's true."

"You're lucky I love you," I teased, giving him a playful shove.

We finished getting ready and headed out a little early to ensure we got a good parking spot at The Old Mill. As Randy pulled into the restaurant's lot, he immediately noticed Sarah. She was standing by the entrance, nearly six feet tall and perhaps one hundred thirty-five pounds soaking wet , dressed impeccably. Her blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her features were so striking, she ought to be a model.

"Randy," I whispered, nudging him. "Why didn't you warn me how gorgeous she is?"

He glanced at her, then back at me, a soft smile on his face. "Warn you? Babe, to me, she's just Sarah. My ex-wife, and the mother of my children. Her looks don't really factor into it anymore."

"Oh," I said, a little surprised by his casual honesty.

Randy then got out of the car and came around to my side, opening the door and helping me out.

We walked over to Sarah, who smiled warmly as she saw us approach. She and Randy exchanged a brief, friendly hug. "Hey, Randy. How are you?" she asked.

"I'm good, Sarah. You?"

"Doing well, thanks," she replied, then turned her attention to me. Randy put an arm around my waist. "Sarah, this is Deppgrl."

"It's so lovely to finally meet you, Sarah," I said, extending my hand.

She took it, her grip firm. "You too, Deppgrl. And let me tell you," she added, a wry grin on her face, "you are a very lucky woman. Randy never once helped me out of the car. Ever."

I chuckled, looking up at Randy and giving him a quick wink. "He takes very good care of me," I said, a warm feeling spreading through me.

We walked into The Old Mill and were promptly shown to a cozy table in a quiet corner. A server approached, and Sarah and I ordered martinis, while Randy opted for a soda. We chatted for a bit, making polite conversation, before ordering another round of drinks and some food. As I watched Randy and Sarah interact, a strange feeling settled over me. I saw now clearly see why Randy had fallen in love with her and married her. There was an undeniable comfort between them, a shared history that manifested in easy smiles and familiar glances. At points in the conversation, I felt like a third wheel, almost as if they were on a date.

"Excuse me for a moment," I said, pushing back my chair. "I need to use the ladies' room."

I hurried to the women's bathroom, and the moment the door clicked shut behind me, the composure I had maintained crumbled. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision, and I leaned against the cool tile wall, letting them fall. I knew, intellectually, that Randy and Sarah were over. They had been divorced for years. But seeing them together, the effortless way they communicated, the shared laughter... it honestly felt like I was watching them on a date.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Sarah walked in, her expression concerned. "Deppgrl? Are you okay? You left so suddenly." She saw my tear-streaked face and her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"

I took a shaky breath, trying to compose myself, but the words tumbled out. "Randy kept telling me how excited you were to meet me but it truly feels like this was just an excuse for you two to spend time together. Like I'm a third wheel on your date." My voice cracked. Before she could say anything, the raw emotion overriding my filter, I blurted out, "If you want Randy back, just say the word."

Sarah's eyes softened, and she stepped forward, pulling me into a gentle hug. "Oh, Deppgrl," she murmured.

She pulled back slightly, holding me at arm's length, her gaze earnest. "Listen to me. I had no intention of making this feel like an excuse to see him, nor to make it feel like a date. Randy and I have a history, yes, and we have children together, which means we'll always be connected. But I don't want him back - not like that. Our marriage ended for a reason, and we've both moved on." She paused, her expression serious. "I truly was excited to meet you, for the kids' sake, and because Randy is happy with you. I want him to be happy."

I looked at her, my eyes still red-rimmed. "Then why were you flirting with him? Why were you talking to him more, practically ignoring me?"

Sarah's gaze faltered. She opened her mouth, then closed it, unable to form a response.

I dried my eyes with a tissue, took a deep breath, and walked out of the women's bathroom. As I stepped back into the main dining area, I bumped into our server. "Excuse me," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "Could you bring the check to our table, please?"

"Certainly, ma'am," she replied, and headed toward the kitchen.

By the time I sat back down at the table, the server was already on her way back with the check. I took it from her, glanced at the total, and then pulled out my wallet, giving her almost double the amount. "Please, keep the rest," I said, my voice flat.

Randy looked at me in disbelief as the server walked away, a surprised but grateful look on her face. "Deppgrl? What's wrong?"

I met his gaze, my eyes cold. "What's wrong? I felt like you trumped up Sarah's excitement to meet me as an excuse to see her, and it felt like I was a third wheel on your date."

He stared at me, shocked that I would say such a thing. "What? No, that's not true!"

"Isn't it?" I challenged, my voice rising slightly. "You two spent more time flirting with each other than Sarah and I spent getting to know each other – which was the entire purpose of this meeting."

"We weren't flirting!" he insisted, his own voice tinged with frustration.

I caught the server's eye as she passed by again, clearing a nearby table. "Excuse me," I called out, and she came over. "Ma'am," I began, my gaze fixed on her, "just a quick question. From your perspective, did you think my boyfriend and his ex-wife were flirting?"

The server hesitated for a moment, glancing between Randy and me, then her expression softened with understanding. "Honestly, ma'am," she said gently, "it was as clear as day that they were flirting. And I noticed how uncomfortable you looked."

"Thank you," I said, my voice firm. I turned to Randy, looking at him with a silent, pointed gaze that clearly said: "See?"

Without another word, I got up from the table. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the restaurant. I headed outside and immediately ordered a rideshare car on my phone. Thankfully, it arrived within minutes. I slid into the back seat. "Home, please," I said, my voice quiet. The driver, sensing my mood, didn't say a word, simply nodded and began the drive. The silence was a welcome relief.

I was dropped off at my house a short while later. "Thank you," I mumbled, handing the driver some cash, and got out.

I got inside, kicked off my shoes by the door, and without bothering to change, went straight to bed, still in my clothes.

My phone vibrated in my purse. Randy. I ignored the call. Moments later, another call. Ignored. Then a text. I pulled out my phone and quickly texted Kay.

"Hey Kay, just letting you know I'm turning my phone off for a bit. I'm okay, just need some space."

Her reply came almost instantly: "Got it. Take your time. Let me know when you're back on." I knew she'd reach out to Randy when my phone was off.

I turned off my phone, tossed it onto my nightstand, and despite the emotional turmoil, the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to me. I fell asleep.

I woke up many hours later, the room dark, my stomach growling. I was ravenous. I reached for my phone and turned it back on. The screen lit up with a barrage of notifications: fifteen missed calls and twenty texts from Randy. I scrolled through them, not listening to any voicemails or reading any messages, and then, with a decisive swipe, deleted them all.

I undressed, and for the third time that day, stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the lingering tension. Once clean, I got dressed into comfortable loungewear and went downstairs.

I heated up some of the lasagna from the night before, the rich aroma filling the kitchen. I poured myself a few glasses of wine with dinner. After finishing dinner, I put my plate and utensils into the dishwasher, then cut myself a large piece of the homemade brownies.

Once the kitchen was fully cleaned up, I refilled my wine glass, sat down in the living room, and picked up a book written by Allison Weir. It was a fictional book about one of King Henry VIII's wives. It was mostly fictional, as some nonfictional information was entwined in the story.

I was a few chapters in when my doorbell rang. I glanced at my phone opening the security camera app to see who it was; it was Randy. I sighed, put the book down, and went to the door. There stood Randy, holding the biggest bouquet of flowers I had ever seen, a vibrant explosion of roses and lilies.

"Randy. What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice flat.

"I came to apologize, Deppgrl. Please, just let me talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," I said, motioning to the bouquet. "Take these flowers back. I don't want them." I started to close the door.

"Deppgrl, please," he pleaded, pushing gently against the door. "I'm so sorry. I messed up."

I stopped, holding the door open just a crack. "You messed up? Randy, I trusted you. That's why I chose you over Vince – someone I've known almost my entire life, been in a relationship with for twenty years. I ruined that relationship for someone who was so excited for me to meet their ex. Vince wouldn’t do that nor flirt with his ex in front of me, nor make it appear that I was a third wheel on a date between him and an ex."

"I came to apologize, Deppgrl," he insisted, his voice earnest. "I swear I wasn't flirting. It wasn't a date."

"I understand why Sarah wanted to meet me. I truly do," I said, my voice hardening. "But to make me feel like shit, jealous, and uncomfortable? That is totally unacceptable, Randy." As I spoke, I was closing the door on him then firmly said: “Throw those flowers out. I don’t want them.”

As I turned to head back to the living room, I heard something slide under my front door; I ought to get the gap between the door and the floor fixed. It was an envelope with my name written on it. I picked it up and brought it with me when I headed back to the living room. I picked up my phone and called Kay.

“Hey, Deppgrl,” she said. “Did he come over?”

“Yes he did,” I said. “I told him to throw out the flowers. I didn’t want to hear his apology nor want his flowers. After I closed the door, he slid a note under the door but I haven’t opened it.”

“Deppgrl, he called me afterwards and he is kicking himself,” she said. “I told him to make big gestures to get you back.”

“I appreciate that, Kay, I really do,” I sighed. “Did I make the right decision by picking Randy over Vince? If Vince were in this situation, he wouldn’t have flirted with his ex-wife nor make me feel like I was third wheeling their date.”

“I know how much Vince means to you and all the history you have between the two of you,” she said. “Vince isn’t the right man for you.”

“What am I going to do about Randy?” I asked.

“Read the letter and you should be the one to decide,” she replied. “My husband just got home. Text me later when you decide what you want to do.”

“Will do,” I said. “Thanks for being my support, Kay.”

We hang up. I pour myself another glass of wine…I bring the glass and letter with me to the living room. I used a letter opener to open the letter. I took a sip of my wine before reading it.

Dear DeppGrl,

I was really happy you agreed to meet Sarah, and I genuinely appreciate it. As the mother of my children, she has a right to know who I bring around them. Even though Emma and Max are getting older, it's still really important for her to know the people I introduce into their lives; she feels it important to do the same…introducing me to someone that she brings around Emma and Max. It took us a good while to get to this comfortable place with co-parenting, and it's really made things a lot easier for us.

Please know that Sarah and I will always be connected because of Emma and Max. She's an amazing person and a friend, but what we had romantically is in the past. Our relationship is about being the best parents we can be for our kids.

I sincerely apologize for how I acted when you met Sarah. I honestly didn't realize I was flirting, and I didn't get how much that would affect you. I'm so incredibly sorry that I made you feel like a third wheel and an afterthought. That was never my intention, and it was totally inappropriate. I understand how disrespectful that was to you

It really distresses me that I made you feel this way. Please let me make it up to you. I love you so much, and I can't imagine my life without you in it.

All my love,

Randy

I didn't know how to feel about Randy's letter. Honestly, I felt a bit numb, but it wasn't from the wine; it was from another man who disappointed me. Men always disappoint me one way or another. I texted Kay.

"Hey Kay, after reading Randy's letter, I'm going to break up with him."

Her reply came quickly. "Is that you speaking, or the wine?"

"97% me, 3% the wine," I texted back.

She sent a "lol" and then, "Do you need me to come over?"

"I'm fine," I replied. "And yes, my phone's going to stay on." She sent the smiley emoji.

I reread the letter that Randy wrote. It didn't truly feel like an apology. Sure, it contained some random information of how it was important to introduce who they are dating to the other parent, but the apology part sounded a little forced. I knew that Kay ripped Randy a new asshole and played a big part in the apology. I wanted a real apology from the heart, not something "forced." I knew that Kay meant well and wanted what's best for me.

I looked at my phone to check the time. It was 11:47 PM. I texted Randy.

"Randy, I appreciate that you apologized via letter. However, it felt forced. If you were truly apologetic, you would have apologized on your own and far sooner, rather than having my best friend rip you a new asshole and make you apologize."

His reply came almost instantly. "I'm so sorry for apologizing the wrong way. Can I please come over?"

"I'm going to bed," I texted back. "Good night."

I didn't sleep well that night. I spent the night staring at the ceiling, contemplating my decision of Randy vs. Vince. I started to think that comfort is far better than a new shiny toy. I was tempted to reach out to Vince, but with how things went last time – at my office – I knew he wouldn't come.

Thirty minutes later, my doorbell rang. I used my phone to go through the security camera app to see who was at my door. It was Vince. I facepalmed myself. I got up, went to the door, wondering what kind of magical wine I drank to summon Vince.

I opened the door and invited Vince in. "Can I get you something strong to drink?" I offered.

He declined with a shake of his head. "No, thanks. It's late, and I'm on my motorcycle. But orange juice would be great, if you have it."

"Of course," I said, and brought him a glass.

We sat down, the silence heavy for a moment before I broke it. "So, why are you here, Vince?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Both Kay and Randy reached out to me. Randy knew he was in deep shit and wasn't sure what to do next. And Kay, well, she was championing you, as she always does."

"Look, Vince," I said, my voice firm. "No one should be that close to an ex-spouse – whether they had children or not – and expect their new partner to be besties with the ex-spouse. And they certainly shouldn't be flirting with their ex, or acting like they're on a date with them, while their new partner is sitting right there."

Vince sighed again, a deep, weary sound. "You're right. I'll talk to Randy in the morning."

"Thank you," I said, genuinely.

As he got up to leave, Vince paused. "Deppgrl," he began, his voice softer, "I also wanted to apologize. For assuming you'd take me on as a client, and for my behavior at your office. That was out of line." This was a true apology, sincere and from the heart.

"Thank you, Vince," I replied, and we hugged. As we stepped apart, he looked into my eyes. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. I didn't even have to nod; he knew by the look in my eyes that I wanted him to kiss me, and he did. His lips were soft, then firm, a familiar comfort.

After some time, he pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. "If I don't stop now," he breathed, his voice a little rough, "I'll have you in bed."

"What if I want you to?" I whispered, my gaze locked on his.

He kissed me again, a quick, tender press of his lips. "I can't do that to another man, Deppgrl. Even if that man is in limbo right now." He pulled back fully. 

“This is why I should've chosen comfort over new,” I said.

He said goodnight, gave my hand a squeeze, and let himself out. I watched him go, then went to bed. I slept until 10 AM. I showered, brushed my teeth, and put on my favorite sweatpants and shirt, then padded down the stairs. Halfway down, I saw an envelope in my entryway. Great... Randy strikes again. I went to grab it. I opened the letter and read what he wrote:

DeppGrl,
You're absolutely right that I should have apologized on my own instead of having Kay and Vince talk me into it. I understand the severity of not realizing how much I screwed up yesterday and it kills me to know that not only did I hurt you but I also disappointed you. I love you more than anything on earth and I don't want to lose you. Please forgive me.

Yours forever....

Randy