Authors: Tracy Tegan
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Women's Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Romance, #Contemporary
Having finally landed the man of her dreams, there was still something that lingered in the back of her mind. Zoey couldn’t quite understand why it was her best friend, Evan’s sister, who was so against them being a couple. She wondered if Kara thought she wasn’t good enough for her brother and had decided to ask her about it, so she headed over to her apartment.
When Zoey arrived, she found that Kara wasn’t alone. She was saying goodbye to a young lady who was noticeably upset, and she said her goodbyes without even giving Zoey a second glance.
“Who was that?” Zoey asked Kara.
Kara shook her head. “It was no one.”
“Obviously it was someone. What’s going on?”
Kara sighed. “Just trust me, it’s nothing.”
Zoey knew something about this girl was suspicious. Kara never avoided telling her things but at the same time, Zoey had her own issues she wanted to deal with today so she decided to let the issue of the mysterious visitor slide.
“Okay, whatever, don’t tell me then,” Zoey said playfully.
Zoey plopped down on the couch next to her friend and took a deep breath, nervous about the pending topic of conversation.
“So what’s up, sweetie? What did you need to speak to me about?” Kara asked.
“I’ve been in love with your brother since junior high.”
Kara giggled. “Yes, I know.”
“So why did you forbid him from ever dating me?”
“Oh goodness no, Zoey. It’s not what you are thinking. I love you like a sister, you have to know that, right?”
“Then why didn’t you want me to date your brother?”
“Not because of anything you did, but because he was an ass and he didn’t deserve you. I didn’t want him to hurt you.”
“Seriously?” Zoey asked, surprised at her friends answer.
“Yes. I knew that one day you two would probably end up together. I just hoped it was when he was mature enough to handle it. I didn’t want him to hurt you. I love you.”
Zoey felt the sting of tears filling her eyes.
“Please don’t cry Zoey, or you are going to make me cry.”
Zoey leaned in and gave her best friend a hug. “Thank you for always looking out for me, Kara. I appreciate it.”
“There is nothing I want more than to see you and my brother living happily ever after.” Kara pulled back and brushed the hair out of Zoey’s face. “Then instead of being like sisters, we will be real sisters.”
Zoey and Kara decided to head out for lunch at their favorite bistro, but during that time, Kara received quite a few text messages and she tensed up with each one. Zoey could tell she didn’t want to talk about it, so being the good friend that she was, she let it go. She knew that when Kara was ready, she would tell her all about whatever it was that was going on in her life. Still though, it did worry Zoey a little. She had never known Kara to be so secretive.
On her way home, Zoey didn’t notice that someone was following her and would continue to follow her for days.
Zoey was coming out of her office late one night after having worked a long and grueling day, when she felt like someone was following her. She was sure she had seen someone out of the corner of her eye so she quickly turned around to catch whoever it was, but they were gone.
This wasn’t the first time she felt like someone was following her, but it was the first time she was sure of it. She didn’t know who it was but she had caught a quick sight of them, which was enough to know for sure that someone was watching her.
She had no idea why someone was following her, or who in the world would want to follow her for that matter. Zoey wasn’t rich or famous and she didn’t have a top secret job. If they wanted to rob or rape her, why follow her around like that instead of just attacking her outright? She didn’t know how long it had been going on, but she suspected it had been going on for a while now.
None of this made any sense to her, but now that she was sure she was right about someone following her around, she decided to talk to Evan about it.
She hadn’t said anything before now because she didn’t really know if she was right. But now that she caught sight of someone, she went to him for help.
As she walked in the door fully intending to tell him about the stalker, he distracted her as he planted little kisses on the side of her neck and then whispered in her ear.
“I missed you.”
His soft words sent shivers down her spine. He ran his fingers through her long hair, then lightly caressed her cheek with the barest tips of his fingers. Zoey’s heart pounded in her chest. Every sensual touch overwhelmed her ability to think straight.
Zoey was everything Evan needed and everything he had ever wanted. Evan couldn’t imagine what he had done to deserve to be this happy. He wanted to touch her everywhere, and as he did, her body seemed to mold to his as her excitement began to rival his own. Her ragged breath matched his own as the thrill of his touch surged through her body.
He captured her mouth with a demanding intensity, the provocative allure of her taste being almost more than he could bare. Pulling back, he brushed her hair out of her face and then planted soft kisses across her cheek.
They stood before one another, wanting and needing more. Evan picked up Zoey and carried her to his room. After removing their clothes, he laid on her on the bed and as he did, she looked into his eyes, melting his heart.
Evan placed tiny kisses on her lips, then on the tip of her nose, and on the edge of each of her eyes before moving down to plant soft kisses along her. She moaned and arched her back, as if begging him for more.
As he slid between her legs, her knees began to quiver and shake.
“I want to kiss you everywhere,” he said seductively.
She buried her hands in his hair as his head moved lower, to between her thighs.
He pressed his lips to her sweet spot and gave her what she desired. She pulsed against him and was crying out in pleasure but he didn’t let up. She forced her hips up, almost grinding against his face, begging, and pleading for relief.
Just when she thought she couldn’t handle it anymore, Zoey clung tightly to Evan as the powerful waves of ecstasy crashed through her, sending her into a state of blissful delirium.
She lowered her hips to the bed, relaxing her body while trying to catch her breath.
Evan moved over her body slowly, positioning himself at her opening.
She fixed her gaze on his and her body tensed in anticipation of what was to come next.
He entered her slowly and gently, pausing just for a moment once inside to allow her body to adjust.
Zoey inhaled slowly and loudly when his hardened member penetrated her for the first time.
“I love you,” Evan whispered, barely audible, as he leisurely began to stroke in and out of her.
As he thrust deeper, he began to feel the walls of her vagina tighten against him. He started to pick up the pace and she twisted her body, wanting him deeper still. The harder he pressed, the louder her passionate cries became.
Zoey called out his name again and again and she ran her hands over the muscles on his back. She lifted her hips up to match his thrust, grinding her pelvis against his.
“Make me come,” Zoey cried out desperately.
Her clitoris throbbed as she gripped fistfuls of the sheets, holding on for dear life as he pounded into her again and again.
“God, yes!” invaded his ears.
She rocked back and forth as she dug her nails into his back. Little tremors of pleasure radiated outwards from Zoey’s pussy, like pulses of electricity were firing through her.
The feel of Zoey’s orgasm pushed Evan over the edge. He thrust into her with unabashed abandonment until finally he had release.
Zoey lay there, under the weight of his slick, damp body in wonder and relief. Before Evan, she didn’t believe that magic between two people could exist. But now she knew better; she finally got what her friend Kara had been trying to tell her all along about finding that someone special. The way Evan touched her, the warmth in his voice, was something she had never experience before with any other man and it was wonderful.
Evan slid off of her and gathered Zoey in his arms, and without saying a word, he drifted off to a deep slumber. Zoey lay there, listening to the sound of his breathing, truly happy and without a care in the world.
Zoey awoke the next morning to an annoying beeping sound. Still half asleep, she jumped out of bed and grabbed the cell phone, not stopping to see that the phone making all the noise wasn’t hers. By the time she realized her mistake, it was too late,
she had already read the incoming message.
“If you don’t tell her, I will.”
It took Zoey a moment to process what it was she was reading. By the time she figured out it wasn’t her phone in her hand, the next message came in, only this time it was a video.
Zoey looked carefully at the girl, before realizing she was the very same girl who was at Kara’s house that day. She knew it was wrong, but Zoey couldn’t help herself, she had to press play and the second she did, she regretted it.
The video was of Evan and the girl having sex. It was evident they were both intoxicated. Evan had the girl bent over a desk and was slamming into her from behind. The video wasn’t long but it didn’t need to be, it was apparent what the two were doing. What she didn’t understand was why the girl would be texting the video to him and the previous message warning him to tell her. Was the message about her?
Why would this girl think that Zoey would care about a relationship with some slut Evan had before her? Zoey knew Evan had been with countless women before they were officially a couple. Why would this girl, whoever this girl was, insist he tell her about that? And why was that girl at Kara’s house that day, and why did Kara act so strange about it after? These were all the thoughts swirling through Zoey’s head when Evan stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
“I was hoping you were going to join me in the shower,” he said friskily.
It was then he saw the look on Zoey’s face and the cell phone in her hand. “What are you doing with my phone?”
“The beeping woke me up and I thought it was mine. Who is this girl and why is she sending you a video of the two of you having sex?”
Evan didn’t have to look, he knew exactly who it was.
“It’s no one important,” Evan insisted as he swiped the phone from her hand.
“What is it she wants you to tell me?”
Evan glanced down at the message before tossing his phone on the nightstand and dropping his towel in an effort to distract Zoey with sex, but she wasn’t having any of it.
“If you think I am going to be intimate with you after watching you bang some whore doggie style, then you are sadly mistaken.”
“Zoey, baby please, it’s nothing. This chick is just crazy and had been hounding me for weeks now. Hell, she even showed up at my sister’s place to harass her too.”
“Tell me the truth,” Zoey demanded. “We’ve been together every night since this thing between us started so clearly you haven’t been with her since then. So why is she so insistent I know about you and her? I know you had girlfriends before me and I knew you had sex with random sluts before we got together too. So obviously there is something more to this story.”
“I swear to you there isn’t Zoey. That really is what she wants me to tell you, that we had sex.”
“Bullshit Evan, bullshit!”
Zoey gathered up her clothes, put them on and stormed out of Evan’s house, slamming the door behind her.
As she opened the door to get in her car, she noticed there was a large manila envelope in her front seat. She ripped the package open to find dozens of photographs of Evan with the crazy girl.
There was one photo of the girl, clearly self-shot as if she was taking a selfie while giving him a blowjob. There was one photo of the girl from behind, showing off her tiny G-string panties. Evan had to have taken that photo to her, there was no way she could have taken it herself. She took one photo of herself while riding him cowgirl style. Some of the images looked different and Zoey wondered if they weren’t photos at all but just screen grabs from the video she had recorded of them having sex. By the various angles of the images though, that would have meant the video was filmed by more than one camera.
Was that what all of this was about? Did Evan film a real porno tape with this girl?
Zoey had heard once that some people could hire a professional crew and make a real sex movie just for themselves. Maybe that is what he and this girl did. Still, why was she so insistent that he tell her about it? That’s the part that Zoey couldn’t figure out.
The last two photos were of Zoey, one of her coming out of her office and one taken on another day getting into her car. Now she knew who had been following her.
Zoey gathered all the photos up, placed them back into the large envelope, and put them in her glove box. She would deal with it later; it was all just too much for her mind to process right now.
Normally when she was upset about a guy she would run to Kara, who always seemed to know the perfect thing to say to make her feel better. But Zoey knew that was the last person she could go to now because Evan wasn’t just some random jerk, it was Kara’s brother.
The very guy that she had spent years warning her not to hook up with and now she understood why. Evan wasn’t mature enough for a relationship or he would have told her the truth about that girl.
Zoey realized that what she and Evan needed was a break. She had to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of their situation. They hadn’t even been together a month and they already needed a break.
For days, Zoey avoided answering his calls or responding to his text messages. At first she was just hoping the time apart would be good for them, but eventually her feelings changed. She had decided she wasn’t going to talk to him until he was willing to tell her the truth. She didn’t get what the big deal was or why it was so hard for him to just tell her the story, the whole story. Evan tried sending her flowers, but still Zoey wouldn’t cave. She wanted only one thing from him and that was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. She wouldn’t accept anything less.
Evan knew he had to face the music and finally confess to Zoey but at the same time, he feared that in doing so, he would lose her forever. He was damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. Still, one way or another, he had to tell Zoey. She deserved to know the truth, and if after she decided to leave him forever, that was just a reality he was going to have to face.
As he knocked on her door he realized that he was the most nervous he had ever been in his entire life. When she greeted him, the beautiful smile fell from her face.
“Can we please talk?” Evan asked.
“Is there something you actually have to tell me or is this more bullshit like before?”
“I’ll tell you everything.”
Zoey opened her door all the way, allowing him inside. Shutting it behind him, the two made their way to her couch and sat down.
“You were right, there was more to the story with Cora.”
Zoey tried her best not to respond, and instead she just stayed quiet to let Evan tell his story.
“Cora’s father owns a small bar I hang out at sometimes after work. She helps her father with the books, ordering supplies, just basic office type work. We’ve chatted a few times over the past two years, nothing serious. I hadn’t seen her in a while though. I heard a few months ago that she had gotten married and that was the first time I had seen her since then.”
Zoey clinched her jaw, trying her best to remain composed.
“The night of my sister’s dinner party, after we parted ways, I was frustrated and confused and stopped in the bar for a drink. I just needed to blow off some steam. Cora was there, and joined me. I congratulated her on her engagement and we made small talk.”
Zoey grimaced at what she feared was coming next. She demanded the truth of Evan and now she had to face it.
“Several drinks later, I realized that her hand was on my knee and a few more drinks after that, she had moved her hand all the way up my thigh. I should have stopped her but I didn’t. Before long she had her hand on my cock under the table.”
Zoey flashed back to Ami and Stefano and what she had seen her doing to him under the table.
“I suggested we go somewhere more private and she led me to her office. We were drunk and being stupid, that’s where all the pictures came from. Earlier that night we had been talking about all the
selfies hot girls take and somehow that turned into taking selfies during sex. I know it was a stupid thing to do, but we were drunk and not thinking straight.”
“And the video, whose idea was it to record the two of you having sex?” Zoey asked.
“I didn’t know about that. I had no clue she had cameras setup in her office. She said it was for security, but I can’t imagine an office in a dive bar would ever need that much security.”
Zoey had to admit, that did seem a little suspicious.
“The next morning Cora started texting and calling me, saying we needed to talk. Obviously that was the last thing I wanted to do, since we were together by then and I just wanted to put that night behind me. When I wouldn’t answer her, she stopped by Kara’s to tell her that she left her fiancé for me. She gave Kara some bullshit story about how she had been hot for me for years but since I never gave her the time of day she moved on and got engaged to some other dude, but when we finally hooked up, she thought that meant we were together.”
“Why would she assume that after one night of drunken sex in her office you were going to be a couple?” Zoey asked.
“I don’t know baby, I really don’t. I never said anything to her to make her believe that. She’s just fucking crazy. When ignoring her didn’t work, I had finally had enough of her antics and told her to stop calling me. I told her that she was just a one night stand and that I was in love with you and she should go back to her fiancé because the two of us would never be anything.”
“So if you told her to go away, why did she insist you tell me about your affair? I don’t get that part, Evan.”
“Cora just became obsessed and I think she felt like if I told you the truth, you would leave me and that would free me up to be with her. That’s what Kara thinks at least. I think she is just a certifiable nut bag and wants everyone to be as miserable as she is.”
Zoey didn’t know what to say. Technically, she and Evan weren’t together at that time, but still, just hours before he had been intimate with her and then he went off to fuck some girl in a bar. She knew that Evan wanted her to respond but she didn’t quite honestly know what to say. It was all just so much to take in, her head was spinning.