Dawn Robertson - Finding Willow

“Don’t forget you’re filming this weekend,” she reminds me. Glory Hole Queens , starring yours truly. The joys of my job.

My phone beeps and I expect it to be Paisley. Instead it’s Evan. My ex. The ex who walked out on me because I made out with my best friend in front of him. I thought guys were supposed to like that shit? Instead, he flipped in a jealous rage. For once in my life, I’d finally thought I found someone to love me, but he only loved me when we were fucking like rabbits. Everything else was just added baggage that he didn’t want to deal with.

I shouldn’t have fooled myself into thinking anything with an investment banker would work out. You can’t turn a whore into a housewife, right?

Want to get together tonight?

I really should say no, but I don’t want to. Maybe we can fix the mess of a relationship we had? I’m a glutton for punishment because I know how this will end. But I text him back anyway.

Sure, meet me at Seven’s at 8. I’m staying at her penthouse while she is away on business.

If he says no because of the Seven factor, I am done with him. There is no way I’m cleaning my own penthouse tonight so I can entertain him.

My mind drifts back to Seven. I haven’t heard from her all day. I know I’ve been trying to avoid her since the whole Evan breakup thing, but she’s never this quiet. A series of disasters flies through my overactive imagination. I picture her dead somewhere in London. Her plane crashing over the Atlantic. Her private driver killing her in a fiery car crash. Fuck! Make it all stop!

The phone vibrates again, and I pull up Evan’s reply.

See you at 8.

“Hello, Star.”

I damn near jump out of my skin as I turn to match the face to the voice. A voice I don’t want to hear. A voice I certainly don’t expect to hear in the lobby of Seven’s building.

I find myself face-to-face with Blue. His dark eyes are encircled with pain. He’s aged horribly, and his dreadlocks are gone, replaced by a shaved head. The tattoo on his neck is visible, a shooting star with the quote, “forget what hurt you in the past.” Hysterical, considering our history.

I try to hide my shock, as well as the fact that I’m frightened of him.

“I wasn’t expecting you, Blue.” It’s true. He has some serious balls showing up in his sister’s building. She would flip her shit, and that is putting it lightly.

“I wanted to see you. I know Seven’s out of town.” The corner of his lip turns up in a grin. I can see the age lines all over his face, surrounding his mouth and eyes. He looks far older than he truly is. He looks rough. His lifestyle is catching up with him, just like mine is.

How the fuck does he always find this shit out? He always corners me at the worst time imaginable, when Seven is long gone. It’s like he keeps dibs on her so he can get to me without any obstacles. It’s been like this forever.

“I have company meeting me shortly, Blue. Sorry.”

I walk to the elevator and press the up button and wait. It seems like the elevator is taking an exceptionally long time to come. I think it’s just because I know he is standing behind me.

“That’s fine. I’ll join you.” He’s baiting me.

I turn, and he catches my chin in his hand. A shiver creeps through my body and I want to vomit. Is it his touch, or is it the fact that my body is slowly starting to go through withdrawal?

“I’m sorry, Blue, but that is not an option. Have a nice night.”

The elevator door opens, and I step inside. Just as the doors begin to close, Blue jumps into the elevator car with me. Fuck!

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I barely choke out the words. My anxiety level is through the roof. I’m trapped, and he is a mere two feet away from me. I want to scream, but even if I did, no one could hear me. Not that anyone would help me anyway. No one has ever rescued me from the arms of this fucking monster. Not as a child, and not now as an adult.

“I’ve missed you so much, princess.” He takes a step closer to me. I move back, pressing up against the mirrored wall of the elevator. “I made this trip especially to see you. You don’t want to disappoint me, right?”

My usual internal battle begins. I hate him. I love him. I want to slit his throat with the heel of my fucking stiletto. I want to fuck him like he’s the last man on earth. I am just as fucked up as he is deep down, which is why this disgusting charade has continued for all these years. I deserve everything he’ll give me tonight. Which I know will include a number of cum shots.

The elevator comes to a stop, and I push my body off the wall with all the force I still have left in my meek body. Yup, this is definitely my body screaming for a line of blow. The elevator opens into the empty foyer of Seven’s apartment. I’m not used to her house being so quiet. Even though she offered to let me stay at her penthouse for the duration of her business trip, tonight is the first evening I have. I just can’t come here when she isn’t here, because I miss her.

Rarely have we spent time apart throughout our lives, and it never gets easier.

“Who are you expectin’, princess?”

I remember Blue is behind me. I wish he would just fucking leave.

“Evan, my ex-boyfriend.” I don’t give any details. I don’t want him to know anything more about my life than he already does. He has a knack for using it against me.

“Oh, this should be fun.” I know want he means. I dump my purse out onto the kitchen island searching for the last bit of coke I have. Makeup, jewelry, condoms, cell phone, gum, ah, there it is!

I pick up the tiny silver angel off the counter, and unscrew the top of the hollow charm. I tap the wings against the black stone countertop and the white powder pours out. In the distance, I hear Blue walking around the apartment, probably taking in his sister’s success. She would never willingly let him into her penthouse.

Seven hates everything about Blue, and has since I can remember. He was downright nasty to us as kids, and the icing on the cake was the time she walked in on us fucking in the back of the old dilapidated bus we lived in.

I let out a strangled moan as Blue pressed his thick erection into my tight cunt. It was only the second time he’d fucked me. The first time he’d forced himself on me, and I’d hated it. It ruined me, but I loved the feeling. I pushed back to meet his dick. He let out a growl and slapped me straight across my ass.

“You like that, Star? You like my big dick, princess?”

He slowly pulled out, and slammed back into me with so much force that my arms gave out and my face fell right into the pile of pillows in front of me on the makeshift bed. His pace quickened, and I felt his dick so deep inside me I could barely breathe. My pussy clenched down on his cock and I felt the first ripple of a real orgasm flow through my body.

“You like that, Star?” he grunted as he fucked me harder. My moans picked up, enjoying every desperate thrust.

“Oh Blue, fuck me!” I yelled, as I bucked my ass back to meet his thrusts one last time as my release crashed over my body. Sweat beaded on my brow and between my breasts. My arms turned to liquid and my body started to collapse against the bed.

That was when I heard her. I heard Seven.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” She barely choked the words out. My body tensed under Blue, but he didn’t stop. He continued to fuck me, thrusting into me over and over again, but now his urgent tempo slowed into lazy thrusts.