Cinderella Man

His lips spread into a grin as she approached him. Her black knee length skirt and tight red button-down caused the grin to slowly fade away. Was she on a date?

“What the hell you dressed up for?” His creamy voice sent shivers down her spine. He could make her melt away with one glace, just like old times.

She stiffened her posture, pushing past him to reach the door. “I was at this thing called a job,” she shot back, unlocking the door. “Why are you here?” She turned to him, losing herself in the pool of green that stared back at her.

“I wanted to see you, baby,” he moved closer, wrapping his art decorated arms around her waist. “I missed you,” he added in a whisper.

She pushed against his chest, fighting away the familiar feeling. She would not do this again. She would not allow herself to wake up tomorrow by herself, crying to the walls that caged her in. “Stop,” she urged, fighting him off. He pulled away slightly, surprise evident in his expression. She never denied him.

“Is there someone else?” his tone was strict, almost daring her to say yes so he could back-hand her.

She shook her head, “Goodnight, Michael.” She stepped inside the cozy apartment. She began to close the door until Michael’s foot stopped it, pushing against the door to let himself inside. “Michael, get out!” she ordered, but it fell on deaf ears.

He locked the door, turning to her with a smirk. His eyes roamed the curves of her body, immediately arousing him. He licked his lips as he stepped forward, “C’mon, baby. Didn’t you miss me?”

Yes, more than anything. She would never admit it, though. She took a step back for every one he took forward, until she was backed up against the wall. “Michael, leave. There is nothing between us anymore. It’s over.”

He didn’t care. He would get what he came for. As soon as his hands grasped her hips, her body shivered from pleasure. He knew just how to caress her. His lips found their way to her ear, nibbling as he whispered, “There will always be something between us.”

There would always be something: lust. They were both attracted to each other, but only she carried love behind her actions. “Michael, stop,” her demand turned to a moan as his lips touched her neck, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. His teeth grazed against her skin and she tried her best to muffle the moans, but it was fruitless. He knew how to drive her crazy.

She caved, her lust taking over. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck, allowing him to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirt riding up higher. His hands stroked her thighs.

She unbuttoned her shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. She was in the moment and nothing could stop her now. “Take it off, baby,” he ordered as his lips trailed downwards.

She eagerly obliged, unhooking her bra and throwing it the same way she did the shirt. His eyes took in the sight before him. Her perfect, round breasts and erect nipples aroused him even more. He knew she wanted him.

He took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting at it. His tongue twirled around it as she dug her hands into his dark hair. He continued to caress her breast as one of his hands undid the zipper and the button of his jeans.

Once his task was accomplished, he brought his hand back to her thigh. It slowly slid up, pushing her skirt out of the way as well. He pulled away from her breast as he realized she was not wearing any underwear. “Already prepared for me?” he snickered.

She groaned, “Shut up and fuck me.” Without hesitation, he rammed his dick inside of her. Her wetness provided the lubrication, but it wasn’t enough to ease the sudden bolt of pain as her walls stretched. He grunted in response, mumbling something about her being tight.

He didn’t wait for her to get adjusted. He pumped in and out furiously. It had been a long time since he last fucked her and he was going to make up for the lost time. She dug her nails into his shoulders, gritting her teeth. Pure pleasure surged through her.

Her moans grew louder as his pace quickened. His hands gripped at her thighs to hold her in place. With each thrust she moved closer to ecstasy, closer to the regret and loneliness she would feel afterwards.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, groaning as he felt himself release inside her. It was enough to trigger her climax. They panted, unable to move.

…

He decided to spend the night with her. She knew very well that in the morning there would be no trace of him- as if he never came. She would be left with an empty feeling, crying. Was she not good enough for him? What could she do to wrap him around her finger? She sighed. That was the whole reason she fell in love with him- he was untamable.

She watched him sleep, his chest rising with each breath. His looks had not changed much since high school. He was, and always will be, the sexy, mysterious bad boy.

She slowly glided out of the bed, careful not to wake him. She couldn’t sleep and she could not stand looking at him anymore. Just his mere presence brought back dark memories. He had this strange control of her, seducing her whenever he wanted.

She tip-toed to the kitchen, pulling out a beer from the fridge. She slumped into the couch, sighing. Regret washed over her. Why did she always give in to him? Why was she not strong enough to quit this addiction, this drug?

She took a gulp of her beer, the crisp liquid running down her throat. She glanced at the clock. It was ten o’clock. In roughly seven hours he would be gone.

She reached for the remote, knowing that sleep would not welcome her tonight. Before she pushed the red ‘power’ button a knock came at her door. It was faint, but she was sure she heard it.

‘Who the hell,’ her thought was left incomplete as she looked through the peephole. What the fuck was he doing here?

The knock came again, louder this time. ‘Shit,’she cursed as she looked around. Everything was in place. She pulled her robe closer to her body, slowly opening the door to welcome her boss.

“Hey,” he greeted, smiling.

She gave him a quizzical look. Did all the traveling throw off his sense of time? “Do you know what time it is?”

He ignored her comment, holding his hand out. She stared at the book in his hand. “You forgot your book in the office. I figured you might need it or something.”

She took her criminal justice book, “Thank you.” He was a lifeaver. She would have killed herself if the book had been locked up all week at the office. She had an exam to study for over the break.

He nodded, smirking. She cocked an eyebrow. “Don’t I get some sort of payment for being so nice?”

She groaned, “I said thank you.”

“That’s it?” he leaned against the door frame, his hands shoved into his pockets. His blue eyes glistened while his lips curved into a grin. "I think I deserve at least a small kiss."

Her eyes locked onto his perfectly sculpted lips. She felt the sudden urge to connect her lips to his, but she stopped herself.

“It’s not a good nigh-“ her excuse was cut short as another distant voice entered their conversation.

“Bre, who are you talking to?” The male voice was groggy.

“Oh.” It was the first thing that entered his mind and his mouth expressed it. Her eyes narrowed, unable to look at him. As much as she hated to admit it, Marshall was beginning to grow on her. His perverted comments and what not was cute to her. She was developing a small crush on him and she couldn’t control it. “I ain’t mean to interrupt anything.”

Why did she feel so guilty? So what if she slept with Michael, it wasn’t like she was dating Marshall or anything. But his expression clearly stated why she was feeling guilty.

He had genuinely tried to attain her, tried to develop some sort of meaningful relationship. She was different, a breath of fresh air. He would have been stupid to pass her up, so he decided to try. Sure, his game was a little rusty, but he tried nonetheless.

“I’ll see you Sunday,” he stated. He turned his back, his feet carrying him off.

She wanted to stop him, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t even bring herself to say something.

'Work is going to be awkward, ’ she thought as she closed the door.