Wrong for Me (Bad Boy Romance) (11 page)

Kurt smiled with satisfaction.

He let go of one of her hips in favor of
freeing up his hand to pleasure with her clit. That was enough to get her
writhing like an earthquake underneath him and it wasn’t long before her
muscles tensed up again. He felt her body tighten around his cock as she
reached her second orgasm. He didn’t hold back. He took the opportunity to hold
onto her waist and start pounding her faster, harder. It only took another
moment for him to topple over the edge with her. He clenched his eyes and
everything was pure bliss. He felt his hips instinctively jerk forward as he
orgasmed. When he was finally done, he opened his eyes to see Claire lying on
the bed with her eyes open, chest heaving with short breathes.

Claire was watching him as he came inside her
all while still struggling to catch her breath. He pulled out and rolled over
to his side, looking up at the ceiling and panting. It was real. He had really
just had sex with her. He had brought her to orgasm twice before finishing
himself. This wasn’t one of his fantasies from his teen years, not that any of
those had ever been this involved. No, this was real in every single way. After
a few minutes they were both finally breathing normally again and coming down
from their pleasure highs. Kurt turned to his side to face her and admired her
beauty.

He reached out and placed his hand flat on her
tight stomach. Her skin was incredibly smooth. He leaned forward and placed a
gentle kiss to one of her nipples before kissing her on the lips. It was a
long, lazy kiss. They both wanted it but there wasn’t enough energy to commit.
Finally, he pulled back and saw immense satisfaction in her eyes, something he
imagined she could see in his.

“Wow,” Claire breathed out before shutting her
eyes. “I think I need a little nap before I make you that dinner.”

“
Mhm
,” he responded
with his lips against her cheek.

“Sounds good,” he said before rolling onto his
back.

 
The next
feeling washed over him like nothing ever had before as he stared at Claire by
his side. It was a pivotal moment that changed something deep inside of him.
All his life he wanted to leave his hometown behind. He always strove to be
independent and adventurous. And in many ways that helped him become the man
that he was.

But there was something about Claire that made
that life less appealing now. For a moment he thought the small hometown life
wouldn’t be so bad; not if it meant he could be with her.

As his mind raced with a million emotions his
eyes traced over her face and a smile crept along his lips. Claire’s eyes lit
up as she smiled back at him.

He knew what he wanted in life; he wanted her.

He had always wanted her.

Alyssa’s
long blond hair flowed freely in the wind as she pedaled her bike faster and
faster. She wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere or trying to get away from
someone; she was on her Saturday morning bike ride and her hair tie had just
snapped.

 
Luckily, she was pedaling downwind so her hair
whipped about behind her rather than cutting across her face. She was nearing
the end of her ride around the park’s bike track so she pedaled at her fastest
before slowing down gradually. A couple minutes later she casually rode out of
the park toward the parking lot to secure her bike on the back of her mini-SUV.

She
hopped in her car and drove off toward her house to shower, have breakfast, and
get ready for the day. She had made a long to-do list, but had shortened it in
favor of having dinner and drinks with her friend Jessica. They had not
actually hung out in a couple weeks due to insanely busy work schedules that
were vastly different. But that was a rare occurrence. She usually saw Jessica
at least a couple times a week.

After
showering and drying her hair, Alyssa walked over to her closet to pick an
outfit. They were going to one of their favorite restaurants, a French Bistro in
the heart of the downtown, and then heading to a chill bar for a couple drinks
before calling it a night. She wasn’t much interested in getting too done up
since she hoped it would be more of a low key night out with her friend.

So she
opted for a pair of tight, black skinny jeans and a red silk tank paired with
some basic black wedges. The silk tank clung to her round, pert breasts
enticingly, but showed little cleavage. She looked at her reflection and was
pleased with her appearance so she applied some light makeup and threw on a few
bracelets before walking to her living room to watch some television. Jessica
would be by to pick her up soon and she wanted to relax before heading out.

The
night out was uneventful, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable. Their
dinner was delicious, as expected, and they caught up with a couple old bar
buddies where they went to get drinks.

 
“I can’t believe we used to be regulars here,”
Alyssa told Jessica over the rim of her margarita. She wasn’t looking to get wasted
so she had ordered something delicious that wasn’t all that strong.

Jessica
laughed and swallowed the sip of martini in her mouth.

 
“Really?” She scoffed and looked around as she
took another sip. Alyssa knew just the thing she was going to say. “You used to
be a lot more fun so I’m not surprised.”

“Hey!”
Alyssa blurted as she shoved Jessica on the arm.

It was
true however, she had far outgrown her party phase but it had really been just
that– a phase. At 27 years old, Alyssa was a relatively calm young woman who
had always been that way, except from the ages of 23 to 25 when she had let
loose and have fun.

It was
like she had wanted to explore a different side of her when she first moved to
the city and was reunited with Jessica but, as enjoyable as it had been, she
was past it.

“It’s
not like I’m a
boring
person, you
know.”

Jessica
laughed and drained her martini glass. She raised her arm to call the bartender
for a refill before turning back to face Alyssa again.

“I know.
I’m just messing with you,” she laughed. The bartender came back with her new
martini and Jessica immediately took a big gulp. Alyssa looked at her. It had
been a long time since she had seen her friend drink like that.

“Long
week?” Alyssa asked.

Alyssa
believed her because she knew what Jessica’s schedule was like and she knew how
stressful her job could be. The expectations placed on her friend were rather
extreme not to mention her direct supervisor was beyond rude and condescending.

Jessica
hated working for her and was just holding out until she could transfer to a
different department or branch within the city. Alyssa nodded and then looked
around. The crowd looked to have changed since she used to frequent the bar,
but then she thought it was probably her who actually changed. Suddenly, she
started to feel like she didn’t quite belong there, but then thought it was
probably ridiculous. It wasn’t as if she didn’t like going out
at all
any more, she just wasn’t a wild
party animal by any measure.

They
both finished their drinks and decided to split a cab back to Alyssa’s place.
“It’s closer so I can just come back for my car in the morning,” Jessica said.

As soon
as they got back Jessica almost immediately fell asleep on the couch with the
television droning on. Alyssa laid awake in bed for quite a long time. She
wondered about how it was possible for her life just a few years ago to have
been so drastically different from what it was now. More accurately, she
wondered how it was possible
she
was
so drastically different now from then.

It had
been a two-year fluke and it wasn’t until Jessica had set her thinking about it
now that she realized just how insane it had been. She didn’t want to be a
grumpy boring person and she doubted she was, but in comparison to age 23, she
felt she was well on the way.

“You’re
being ridiculous,” Alyssa muttered to herself as she turned to her side and
shut her eyes. She was intent on getting some sleep that night and she needed
to stop thinking about such trivial things. It would do her no good in the end
anyway.

The next
morning, she walked into the living room to find Jessica already gone. It was a
breezy Sunday morning so she opened up her balcony door and let the breeze flow
freely into her apartment as she made pancakes from scratch and listened to
French music. Jessica had always joked that was cheesy of her, but Alyssa
didn’t mind it.

There
was no feeling in the world quite like listening to her favorite music and
cooking as she enjoyed a gentle breeze. And those types of days were rare so
when they did come she took full advantage of them.
 
It wasn’t until breakfast, which she had
chosen to enjoy out on her patio as the sounds of the French music drifted out,
that a realization hit her.

And it
was with that realization that panic ensued.

“Jessica!”
Alyssa was shouting into her phone’s receiver just moments later. “The gala is
this week! How on
earth
could I
forget?”

Jessica
stayed dead quite for a moment before responding, “And you still haven’t even picked
your dress, have you?” Alyssa shook her head as if her friend could see.

“I’ll be
over soon,” Jessica said before promptly hanging up.

Alyssa
stared down at her cell phone screen. She wondered what exactly Jessica was
going to do to help her, but she would be finding out soon so she picked up her
plate and mug to wash it before Jessica arrived. After finishing cleaning up
the kitchen she went to her room to throw on some printed legging and a grey
sweater so she wouldn’t be slumming it in her pajamas when Jessica arrived, not
that it really mattered. Shortly after that there was a knock on the door and
Jessica walked in.

“I’m
here to save your ass,” Jessica told her with an air of importance as she
walked straight past Alyssa to grab her laptop off the coffee table and open it
up.

“Excuse
me?” Alyssa said. She walked over to drop down on the couch next to her. She
didn’t really care that Jessica helped herself to her laptop. They were
perfectly comfortable with each other and Alyssa knew it was in her own best
interest. Not just that, she knew she could actually trust Jessica.

It was a
couple minutes later when she pushed the laptop onto Alyssa’s lap. Alyssa
looked on the screen to see a web page dedicated to dress rentals. Her jaw
dropped as she turned to look at her friend.

“Really?”

Jessica
nodded enthusiastically. Alyssa couldn’t believe a website like that even
existed, but Jessica had been absolutely right– she saved her ass.

It was Wednesday
afternoon, which meant Alyssa left work early so she could have plenty of time
to get ready for the gala. She had hung the dress up on the hook placed on the
back of her closet door and it remained there, untouched, until now.

She
pulled it out and took a look at it again before putting it on. It was
splendid. It was floor length and made entirely of purple lace layered over the
purple slip beneath. All the material was high quality and the design was
amazing. It had a square neckline that was flattering for her breasts without
revealing so much cleavage to be inappropriate for what was, essentially, a
work function.

Alyssa
particularly liked the small back detail where it opened up to reveal a smooth
expanse of skin. It was the perfect combination of elegant and sexy and it
suited her. She styled her hair up in an elegant twist and applied her makeup
with great care before finally slipping on her stilettos. She looked in the
mirror and was shocked, but in a good way. She had never been done up like that
before, much less wearing a designer dress.

While
Alyssa was certainly not poor or even close to it, she wasn’t really in a
position to buy gowns that cost upwards of a thousand dollars. Besides, she
never really attended events or went places where such a gown would be
necessary. She snapped a photo of herself and sent it to Jessica. She was
pleased with the positive and enthusiastic response her friend sent back.

At
precisely 7pm, Alyssa’s doorbell rang. She took hold of her clutch and walked
to open it. As she suspected, it was the driver who was sent to pick her up and
take her to the gala where she would meet her boss.

The ride
was comfortable and smooth. She had been in luxury passenger cars before
because of work, but it felt different now that she was being taken to such a
special event in one. When she first moved to the city she could have never
imagined attending such a prestigious event one day in the future.

The
sedan pulled up the driveway where the attendees were being dropped off by
their drivers. Alyssa felt her stomach flutter as a man opened the door for her
and escorted her straight up to the man holding a guest list. As soon as she
was inside she went on the hunt for the boss, even though she really wanted to
look around and admire everything. But she knew it was best to find him first
and then she could have a look around.

It
wasn’t long before she found him as he had been thoughtful enough to wait for
her near the entrance. He was talking to a woman who looked to be about
Alyssa’s age, only she seemed to be quite used to wearing the expensive gowns
to prestigious galas. Alyssa walked over and her boss, Aiden, as he turned to
greet her with a smile.

“Amanda,
darling, this is my associate. Her name is Alyssa McConnell.”

Alyssa
stretched her hand out to shake hers. Amanda smiled brightly at her and Alyssa
was struck with how beautiful and charming the woman was. She found it
intriguing how a woman, or a person in general, could ooze with so much charm
even from such a simple action. Amanda was a bit taller than Alyssa and
gorgeous, but it didn’t make Alyssa feel any less confident in the way she
looked. As she met more and more people who seemed perfectly at home in such
clothing and the event however, she started feel a bit out of place.

 
Alyssa wondered why her boss had asked her to
join when there were plenty of other people he could have asked. She started
feeling like she had at the bar when she felt suddenly out of place. It was
like she had been taken somewhere she couldn’t get a grasp of no matter what.
She swallowed hard, as if she could swallow away the feeling, and then took a
step in closer to her boss.

As he
walked with her toward their assigned seats he held out his arm for her to
take. It was gentlemanly of him and she didn’t think there was anything strange
or flirtatious about it.

Once
they were seated, Aiden leaned over to her, “I’m glad you were able to join me
tonight.”

 
Alyssa turned to see a strange smile on his
face she had never seen before and her stomach did a little flip. That was the
first time she ever questioned one of his motives, but she smiled and nodded
before turning to look toward the podium. She didn’t want to think too much on
it or place any sort of emphasis on her sudden realization that, perhaps, Aiden
had some sort of interest in her as a woman and not only as his co-worker.

It
wasn’t long before the host started his speech. Alyssa was grateful for that.
She wanted to be saved from another awkward moment with Aiden. Although she knew
it was possible to have another one, or many more for that matter, once it was
time to dine and mingle at least she was safe from it for a while. Once the
speeches were over and the honors had been done, Alyssa found herself excited
for the three course dinner that was sure to be top of the line. Just as
dessert ended and the people were beginning to mingle, her eyes locked onto a
handsome man approaching their table. Right at that moment Aiden excused
himself to go speak to a business partner.

Alyssa’s
attention, however, was focused on the man walking towards the table. At first
she thought he knew Aiden, but when his eyes remained on her and he didn’t stop
heading in her direction after Aiden left the table, she realized he was going
to
her
. She felt her stomach twist
and her cheeks run hot as gulped nervously. She had no idea why she suddenly
felt so rattled, but when the man sat at the table only one chair away from
her, she felt her heart beat a bit faster.

“Good
evening,” he said in a deep timbre that sent a shiver straight down her spine.
He wasn’t smiling, but he didn’t look stern either.

“Good
evening,” Alyssa said with a weak smile. Her mouth felt dry. Her eyes traced
over his face rather intently as she took in every detail.

He had a
full head of silky smooth light brown hair, swept back in a natural looking
manner. His skin was a lovely bronze that made his bright blue eyes pop even
more. As he had walked over she noticed he was tall, but now that he was closer
she noticed his strong broad shoulders. She tried to smile, but quickly stopped
out of concern that it looked awkward and forced.

“I know
you’re not her alone,” he said in a low voice so that even she could barely
hear him. She suspected that was his intention and she found it partly
attractive and partly irritating.

“But are
you
alone
?” he asked with a heavy,
meaningful tone.

Alyssa
knew exactly what he meant. He wanted to know if she was with Aiden, together
as a romantic couple. She wanted to answer truthfully, but she also didn’t know
him or the reasons he was asking. As she continued to carefully look at his
face, she had the distinct sensation she already knew him even if they had
never met.

That doesn’t even make any sense
, she
thought.

But no matter
what she couldn’t shake the feeling.

 
“I, uh, I’m not his girlfriend.” She looked at
him, waiting for confirmation that she hadn’t misunderstood his question and
potentially made an ass of herself. The man smiled in what looked like
satisfaction. Her heart started to beat faster once again.

“Great.”
He said pointedly as he held out his hand. “My name is Philip Walton. And to
whom do I have the pleasure to be meeting at this moment?”

Alyssa
felt like she had just slammed into a wall.
Philip
Walton
. Now she understood why he looked so familiar. She felt even more
nervous than before and was truly terrified of doing or saying anything
embarrassing.

“Alyssa
McConnell,” she said slowly. It was on purpose; she felt if she tried to speak
quickly or even at a normal pace she would end up stuttering and saying
something completely nonsensical. She saw the man’s eyes flick to the side and
he straightened up right away.

“Alyssa,”
he repeated in the same low tone as before. “I’d love to have dinner with you
sometime,” he told her. Her breath caught in her throat almost sending her in a
coughing fit.

He
handed her his business card and politely excused himself. She watched as he
exited the ballroom and realized only then he was leaving the gala. Right at
that moment she felt a heavy hand land on her shoulder.

“Sorry
about that.” It was Aiden.
 
His voice
sounded almost grating in comparison to Philip’s. Alyssa was silently thankful
he hadn’t been around to ruin her encounter with Philip Walton. She looked up
at Aiden and gave him a fake, tight-lipped smile. She stood up and told him she
had started feeling a bit unwell and wanted to go home.

“I’m
sorry. I’m just really not feeling up for this.”

“I
understand.” Aiden said as he held out his arm so he could walk her to the
front where her driver would pick her up, only now it would be to take her back
home.

Alyssa
thanked Aiden and stepped into the car, leaning her head back and staring up at
the ceiling. As the car sped down the highway and she neared her home, it felt
as if the enchantment was ending.