Learning to Trust: Paradigm Shift (4 page)

He turned to face me. "I'll be right back, okay? You can take a seat at that table over there."

I frowned at him and then went to sit down. My legs were wobbly
and unstable
by this point
, so aside from
the fact that Roland was ignoring me again, sitting sounded pretty damn good
. I
took a seat at
the
empty
table and continued to sip
my
I don't even remember what number
drink.

"Do you want to know what he's really like?" I turned my head toward the gravelly, low voice. There was a guy in an ill-fitted tux, his face covered in dark stubble. His eyes carried a weight, and they were pressing against
me in a way that made me tense
up.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Roland," he said. "It's not a fucking joke. I'm serious. Here." He slid a business card toward me on the table. I saw there was writing scribbled on the back but couldn't make it out. I covered the card with my hand and eased it into my fingers.

"Whoa, whoa," I said. "I didn't say
anything about a joke
. What are you talking about?" Just like that, I was suddenly feeling sober.

"Call me when you're ready for the truth.
I've heard a lot about you, so I'm glad we finally got to meet.
You're his new
girl of the week
, so I thought you should
have the option to
know
."

I felt so defiled by his words, even though they might have been true. "You're a jerk!" I said. I stared back with the same intensity that he directed
at
me.
After a few seconds, my vision
suddenly
focused on
a body that had intervened.

"Is there a problem here?" It was Frederic, his hand gently massaging my shoulder as he talked. "
Ramón
, are you troubling Roland's guest of honor?"

"We were just talking," he said as he stood up.

"Get lost," Frederic said. "Before I call the police."

Ramón
disappeared like an apparition, the crowd swallowing him until he was no more. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that."

"God, that guy was a dick," I remarked. I felt so small, so humbled and tiny. And yet, my fingers still clenched that card.
What to do with it
?

"That's one of Roland's ex-partners. He usually comes to these
events
to beg. Money or opportunity or both." I could smell alcohol on his breath—we both had that in common.

"I need to use the bathroom," I said.

"I'll take you to the private one upstairs then," Frederic said. "Follow me."

He took me through the crowd and up the winding staircase, my eyes constantly darting around and looking for Roland. It was
his fault
that his had happened. I didn't like being pushed aside and it had happened far too many times lately for me to be okay with it.
Guest of honor?

Frederic's grip was firm, yet comforting as we walked down the empty halls. "Private part of the
building
," he said.
I pounded each step into the ground behind him, my own rage boiling inside of me. God, why did I adhere to these rules? Just a few months
ago,
I was so independent, so determined to do things my own way. What was
this?

"It's here. I'll wait outside."

I used the bathroom—hell, it was almost as fancy as the one at home—and realized I was still clutching the business card between my fingers. I turned it over and there was a phone number and
Ramón
written on it. I could throw it away—or I could keep it.

The guy had been such an asshole, but something intrigued me about hearing from
the other side
. You know, hearing someone else's argument. It made me feel a tad bit
sinister
, actually.

Defiance
running through my veins like a drug, I decided to keep it.
I didn't have my purse, but I did have my built-in
bra
.
I slid the card into the side, basically sticking it
right
to my
bare
flesh. "There," I said
aloud
. "For later."

I washed my hands and walked back
out into the hall, feeling
good about my decision. Frederic was still standing there
waiting for me
. "I'm sorry
Roland
abandoned you again," he said. I cuddled up close to him, resting my head against his chest while we stood there.

"I've learned not to expect much from him anymore so I don't get let down." That cologne smell was pulsing in me, my body tingling with excitement. There was no one up here at all. In the distance was the faint sound of the party.
Something felt so different inside of me, like I was merely an animal, reduced to simplistic urges. My mind started to wander. What if we—

Frederic's left hand found the small of my back and tilted me until we were properly aligned. His right hand found something
else
as he greeted me with a very intense kiss.

I moaned as my body sought rebellion, lusting for this man that wanted me just as bad. He pushed me up against the wall, his hand running along the soft material of my panties. My clit was ultra-sensitive; it throbbed under his touch as he made tiny circles. Moisture was pooling between my thighs and he noticed it for sure.

His erection ground against my thigh as he continued teasing me with his fingers, his kiss heightening every sensation that I was feeling. Our tongues battled just as our bodies did, so fiercely—and totally driven by need.
Was this really happening?

I was melting from his intensity, my blood boiling, my mind on fire. "In," he said, opening the door to the bathroom be
hind me. He pushed me in and onto the counter, my dress
riding
up
my legs
,
my panties
sliding down
. I was rubbing his cock through his pants, feeling his body quiver from my touch.
He kicked the door shut with a loud
slam
.

"Oh my god," I whispered, my heart pounding as he touched me. His pants dropped to the floor and revealed what was ready for me, his excitement concentrated in his hardened length. It was everything that I wanted, right then and there. "Fuck me," I whispered. I wanted
that
inside of me, relentlessly pounding away. I got it.

He gripped my ass and pulled himself into me, a
ngling his pelvis until it we met perfectly
. I gasped at the size, his width spreading me apart as my muscles desperately sought to accommodate him. Just like that, he had parted my lips, penetrated me, completed my insubordination.
Would I be punished?
I didn't care.

His face buried in my breasts, he began to thrust as hard as he could, setting
free
the lust
he had contained for as long as we had known each other. I cried out again and again, my body oozing delight as we
fucked in the upstairs bathroom at Roland's big event.

We moved with a desperate energy that neither had ever witnessed in the other. I clung to the towel rack, fighting for support against his raw power. I watched his face tense up, his groans so passionate and animalistic.

I started to go over the edge, my body unable to control the surges of pleasure that were flaring up inside of me. The situation had made me so vulnerable, so ready to come that my body had no reason to fight it.
Powerful
waves of pleasure shot through my body, causing every nerve to fire at once.

"Oh god, oh god," I whined, my pussy fluttering around his cock as my climax exploded. I gripped the towel rack with all of my might
, my legs wrapped around his waist
, his hands digging into my back. Everything about what was going on made me come even harder. It was forbidden and almost public, two things that had heightened my senses to nearly the point of collapse.

He let loose mere moments after I did, his erection throbbing and spilling his seed inside of me, each spurt making my orgasm literally burn.
I couldn't believe the look of intensity on his face, a look that represented the singular goal of
coming inside of me
.
He growled with each contraction.
I took him in, my walls
milking every drop out of him until he slowed.

We were both panting at the end; our bodies had reached a mutual goal. His cock was still buried in me as we embraced, cooling down together in this
less than optimal
place to have sex. "Thank you," I said.

"I don't know what came over me," he said. "I know I shouldn't have done that—but I'm
glad I did
."

"Me too," I whispered. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then righted our clothes
so we could
prepare to leave. My make up
was a little smeared,
so I did the very best I could to touch it up given my limited resources. "Let's keep this quiet, okay?"

"Yeah," he said.

Frederic opened the door a crack and peeked outside. "The coast is clear," he said.

We both stepped back out into the hall, the non-fluorescent lighting kind of refreshing. I held onto his arm as we headed back toward the party. It was sil
ent until we turned the corner—
Roland was sitting there on a couch.

"My friends!" he said. "Join me!"

There was a half-assed dining room set up in the
upstairs
lobby area. My heart pounded and I could only assume that the same thing was happening to Frederic.

"Hi, Roland," we both said, trying to mask the nervousness in our voices.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I was just taking her to the bathroom."

"That's all?" Roland asked with a sly smile.

"I thought it was okay to take her to the private bathroom."

"It is," Roland said.
"
That's all
?" he asked again.

The tension was so high that I worried I would faint. "Yes!" I mumbled.

"I know that's not right," Roland said. "I
heard
what you did."

Every beat of my heart felt like a stab from a very large knife. Although
breaking the rules
had felt great in the moment, it
didn't
feel so great now.

"What?" Frederic asked
, his voice full of exasperation
.

"Through the collar." He smiled "There's a radio transmitter in it. Very state-of-the-art. I heard everything."

"You asshole," I hissed. My hand flew up to my neck and loosened the collar until I could pull it off. I angrily tossed it onto the couch and fell silent, feeling so idiotic about my decision to wear it.

Everything? Did that mean he had heard my accusations of murder earlier in the day?
Frederic's expression
slowly became
one of terror; I could only assume my own face mirrored his.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and fell silent. Neither Frederic nor I had anything to say.
He nervously fiddled with the collar on his sports jacket.

Roland chuckled quietly to himself.
What would he do to us?

TO BE CONTINUED...

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