Before Lucky
Page 2“Not tonight,” I ignored the urge to flick her fingernails off of my arm as I started the car. “Let me take you home.”
“I don’t want to go home.” Her voice changed abruptly and I could hear the anger in her tone. “I want to go home with you.”
“I’m busy.” I turned on the radio and turned it quickly when I heard the sound of Paul McCartney singing “Hey Jude”. I finally left it on the country station and listened to Tim McGraw tell me about how much he loved his dad.
“Too busy for me?” She purred again, obviously realizing that she wasn’t going to get me by being surly. “I went shopping especially for tonight,” she giggled, and I turned to look at her quickly. Her face glittered in the moonlight as we drove along Washington Avenue and I was struck at just how beautiful she really was. She was beautiful and vapid, and I had no interest in her whatsoever.
“What did you get?” I was curious. Not curious enough to change my mind, but curious enough to want to know.
“Crotchless panties.”
“Oh,” I grinned at her, my mind wondering if I shouldn’t perhaps give her the opportunity to show me her new purchase.
“And the rest are edible.” She shifted in her seat so that she was closer to me. I could smell the faintest hint of her perfume, it was obnoxiously heavy and I wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t wear a perfume that was heavily marketed to someone her grandma’s age. It wasn’t sexy, and I turned my head to avoid the smell.
“Edible, eh?” I shifted in my seat at the thought of demolishing her underwear. The stirrings of unwanted desire grew in my pants for the briefest second, and then recoiled again as I thought about who I was with.
“And I’m sure you’re hungry, after that horrible meal.” Emily wrinkled her nose in distaste. “What a horrible restaurant: the food was awful and that waitress sucked, she was so rude and tacky.” Emily’s fingers ran down my now tense arm. “I suppose I should feel horrible for the girl; her life obviously sucks, working at a tacky diner, wearing cheap clothes, and well, if I looked like her, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
“Looked like her?” My voice was low and I tried to not let her see how angry I was becoming at her words.
“You have to admit she was very plain,” Emily continued and moved her fingers from my arm to my thigh. “I would hate it if I was that plain and had that horrible frizzy hair. Doesn’t she know to go to a hairdresser? I can’t believe they let her come into work looking like that.”
“She looked fine.” I gently shoved her hand from my thigh, it was dangerously close to my crotch and I was no longer interested in the possibility of bedding Emily, crotchless panties be damned.
“Well yes, maybe she looked fine, but I mean, who wants to look fine? I’m so glad I’m beautiful.” Emily’s voice was sharp. “Don’t you think I’m beautiful, Zane?”
“Sometimes, I think guys like you take girls like me for granted.” She giggled and placed her hand in my lap again. “You’re lucky I said yes to tonight’s date.”
“I am.” I tried not to roll my eyes at her words. I wasn’t being cocky when I said I could have almost every woman in Miami. The only ones that would possibly say no were lesbians, and I’d even dated some of them.
“I want to go back to your place.” Her voice was firm, and I knew that Emily was a woman used to getting what she wanted.
“That’s not going to be possible.” I pulled onto I-95 and pressed my foot on the gas. I was fuming inside at what she had said about Lucky. But not only was I fuming at her, I was also mad at myself. What did I care what Emily had to say about the girl? Some of it was true. Lucky was poorly dressed, likely because she was poor and she was working in a somewhat trashy diner on a Friday night. She wasn’t a girl I would normally look at twice, for a number of reasons. Yet, something about the glint and smile in her eye wouldn’t leave my mind. Emily may have called her plain, but there was nothing plain about Lucky. Her big brown eyes were expressive and beautiful. They were so open and honest, and I’d been able to read her every emotion; that was something I couldn’t really do with the crowd I hung out with. And yes, her hair had been somewhat frizzy, but it gave her character. The loose tendrils surrounding her face had been sexy as hell, and I could picture myself playing with her hair in bed, as those tendrils teased my chest and face.
“Well, I guess you’re not exactly as Braydon said.” Emily’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I turned to her quickly.
“Oh?” I looked at her through narrowed eyes. My heart had slowed and I kept my voice even. Did Braydon suspect what I was up to already?
“Yeah, he always said that you were just after sex, and any girl that dated you would be a fool to think you were interested in anything else.” Emily looked at me with a wondering and weak expression. “But, I don’t think you took me out just for sex? I mean, you’re taking me home…” Her words trailed off, and I could tell she was confused, concerned, and slightly hopeful. I knew she was worried that she had lost her mystical powers of entrapping any man she wanted with sex. But I also knew she was wondering if perhaps, she had been the one to tame me, and maybe I was holding back on sex because I wanted a more meaningful relationship with her. I almost laughed in her face. There was no way in hell I wanted a relationship and it certainly wouldn’t be with her, if I ever changed my mind.
“You almost seemed to pay more attention to that waitress than you did to me.” Her voice was upset and my breath caught. “I felt like you didn’t even listen to me much.”
“I…”
“Like, when I told you that Braydon had asked me to go to a party with him in St. Barths next weekend and if you thought I should go, you didn’t even respond.”
“Wait, what?” I frowned at her words. “I don’t remember you saying anything about a party with Braydon.”
“Because you were too busy watching the waitress,” she huffed.“Oh.” I bit my lip in anger at myself. What else had I missed watching Lucky walk around the diner? I’d never lost focus before, and now wasn’t the time to start.
“Let’s go back to my place.” I hesitated slightly as I spoke, but I knew it was the only thing I could do, to make Emily happy again.
“Really?” Her tone changed and she slid back over to me.
“Really.” I nodded and turned my car around and we drove back to my place in silence. As I drove, I felt an impending doom in my stomach. I’d slept with plenty of girls that I’d never cared about before, but somehow, this just felt wrong. This time, I just didn’t want to do it. It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to her, she was beautiful and her body was amazing. Any other night, I would have f**ked her without a problem, but tonight, in this moment, the last thing I wanted to do was take her into my bed. I could tell myself it was because of my distaste for her, but I knew that wasn’t it. I didn’t even want to think about why I just wanted to go home and read my book by myself.
I felt numb as I drove back to my place. I could hear Emily prattling on about something, but I ignored her. She didn’t seem to care now that she had achieved her goal. I guess I was just another notch in her belt: she’d be able to tell her friends that she had slept with Zane Beaumont, son of Jeff Beaumont, the head of Paragon Studios. For all I knew, she had aspirations of becoming an actress and was hoping for an easy in. Little did she know, I hadn’t spoken to my dad in about a month and didn’t care to either.
I pulled up the driveway and jumped out of the car quickly. I wanted to get the night over with, so I could take her home in the morning and be done with her. I was pretty sure she didn’t have any info on Braydon, but I was hoping to convince her to go to the party with him in St. Barths, and maybe then she’d have a bit more to report back to me. She didn’t need to know why. I just needed her to do my bidding.
“This place is amaaazing,” she gasped as we walked through the large wooden doors. “Welcome to Miami, bitches.” She walked across the hallway and directly to the large glass doors on the other side of the room. She stared out at the pool and turned to grin at me. “Let’s go for a swim.”
“A swim?” I frowned, not wanting to prolong the evening any longer. I didn’t want to have to listen to her yap on about her hair and her modeling career any longer than necessary.
“I’ve always wanted to have sex in a pool.” She dropped her bag on the ground and before I knew it, she was stepping out of her heels and pulling her clothes off. I stood there staring at her in surprise. I knew she wasn’t a shy one and her body was as amazing as I thought it was going to be, but as I stood there staring at her in her bra and thong panties, I felt not one iota of yearning or lust for her. “Come to momma, Zane.” She laughed and pulled her bra off, throwing it towards me. I stared at her br**sts in almost clinical fashion. They were perfectly shaped, and something about their perkiness screamed silicon to me. She leaned back against the glass door and ran her fingers up to her breasts, in an attempt to be sexy, and I felt myself shudder at her obviousness. This had been a mistake. I was as indifferent to Emily as I had been before, but now I also felt extreme distaste at her attempt at seduction. I had no interest in taking Emily in the pool, or in my bed.
“Go and have a swim, and I’ll meet you in the pool in a few minutes.” I turned away and walked up the stairs casually, not waiting for a response. I needed a moment to think and to plan. I couldn’t afford to make Emily mad at me, but I also knew it would be a cold day in hell before I would make love to her. There were some things that even I wasn’t willing to do.
Chapter 2
“Oh Zane, you’re such a big boy.” Her fingers slid along my hardness, and I grinned at the wonder in her voice. I watched her as she played with my manhood and closed my eyes as she bent her head. Her mouth was warm and her tongue teased me gently. I groaned as she brought me to the brink of an orgasm. I pushed her off of me gently and shook my head.
“Your pleasure comes first.” I grinned at the wide surprise in her eyes and kissed down her body softly, allowing my tongue to trail down her stomach to her sweet spot. I heard her gasp as I entered her, and she squirmed beneath me.
“Take me now, Zane.” She reached down and grabbed my hair. “Please, please, take me now.”
“I’m going to come…” I groaned out and grabbed hold of her.
“Zane, Zane,” I felt someone shaking my shoulders roughly. “Wake up.” I opened my eyes slowly and saw an angry, wet, and topless Emily staring down at me. She stood there shivering and I jumped up, annoyed and frazzled. I looked to the other side of the bed to see where Lucky was, but I realized it had all been a dream. My heart was still beating rapidly and my body still felt hot. It had been such a vivid dream, I could still feel her warm breath on my skin. I could still taste her on my lips. I shook my head to gather my wits around me.
“Sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”
“I was downstairs in the pool for over an hour.”
“I told you I was tired.” I walked over to the closet and threw her a towel. “Would you like to have a shower?”
“Are you going to join me?” She held the towel in her hands, and I averted my gaze from her breasts.
“No, I think you should just go by yourself.”
“You’re a loser, you know that right?” She glared at me, and her voice was hostile. “Just take me home.”
“You can spend the night. I have a spare room…” I started and stopped as I saw her nostrils flare.
“Spare room? Take me home.” She walked out of the room. “I’ve never been treated so shitty in my life.”
“I’m sorry, I must have just sat down for a second and drifted off.” It took everything in me to not ask her how it was possible that this was the shittiest she had ever been treated. She was one of the biggest bitches I had ever met. I couldn’t believe that no one had ever let her have it before.
“Whatever.” She flounced down the stairs, and I followed behind her, watching her butt cheeks as she walked. Part of me wondered if I should just f**k her and be done with it. She was obviously aching for it, and I obviously was sex-starved if I was having dreams about some girl I didn’t even know. I frowned as I thought again of the dream I just had. It had felt so real, I could still feel the happiness inside me as Lucky had screamed out my name. But maybe that hadn’t even been a part of the dream, maybe that had been Emily shouting at me. I was uncomfortable at how much Lucky was occupying my thoughts. I didn’t understand it and didn’t want to think about her. She could bring nothing positive to my life. She could bring you love, a little voice whispered to me, and I stopped cold.