Chapter Nine
Chad
After I watched Whitney and Ted leave together, I went straight to the bar and got a glass of whiskey. I took off my tie, found an empty table, and sat down, putting my feet up on the table.
The day before, Ted asked me if it was a good idea for him to reserve a hotel room for Whitney, presumably for them to have sex in. I gave him a noncommittal answer, which he should have taken as a no. Instead, he went ahead and did it anyway.
It was bad enough that I knew they were going to have sex tonight, but even worse that they were doing it in the same building. In fact, I had also booked a room, knowing I would probably be too wasted to drive home. Plus, I still had hopes that I could hook up with someone at the reception, and I wanted a place to take the lucky lady. Alas, I was going to go up to my hotel room empty-handed.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the table. There were feelings inside of me that I had never really felt before and I didn’t know how to deal with them. As much as I tried to deny it, to myself and to Ted, I completely fell for Whitney the night we met. I wanted her, and it made me angry to see her with someone else.
I replayed that night in my head like I had so many times before. The first time I saw her, I wanted to talk to her. She’d seemed so tipsy and shy, not like the other girls who were bold and loud. There was an instant connection between us.
When we kissed, it meant something to me. I lusted for her, but I also wanted her to feel good. I wanted her to feel safe and comfortable with me, and I wanted to give her the pleasure she deserved.
I remember stroking her soft hair and just looking into her eyes. The way she looked at me made me feel like I was special, and not just some forgettable nurse. I meant something to her, and she meant something to me.
The sex was electric, too. For someone so powerful within the workplace, she let me take control like I loved to do. I still regretted never having the chance to take her to my home and just really let loose. But for a couple of quickies, she was amazing.
When I was home alone at night and the porn just wasn’t cutting it for me, I would go back to that night and think about the faces she made as I thrusted hard inside her. I could almost hear the soft sighs in my head and smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume.
I imagined waking up next to her in bed, rolling over and seeing her beautiful face. I thought about pressing my morning wood into her back until she’d get the hint. This would make her incredibly horny, and she’d give it to me in the shower as we got ready for work. Then, we’d go our separate ways, only to return to each other at night. I fantasized about it a lot.
But it could never be reality. She didn’t want me anymore. She was dating Ted and had no use for me. When we were dancing, I didn’t feel that same pull toward me that she had the night of the party. I still felt a tiny spark, but it wasn’t as bright as it once was.
Still, I couldn’t let the tiny fire inside us extinguish completely. I needed to know once and for all if she was still attracted to me. I needed a plan.
As I walked to the front desk, I hoped that Ted would forgive me for what I was about to do. I’d once caught him fucking my date in a coat closet at a fraternity formal and forgiven him easily, so I figured he owed me one. A girl has never come between us, and I wasn’t going to let that start happening now.
“Excuse me, miss,” I said to the pretty girl at the front desk at the hotel. “My friend had a little too much to drink tonight and has passed out in our room. The problem is that he took our only key with him. I really don’t want to sleep in the hallway, so is there any chance you can make me another key?”
She gave me a skeptical look, so I put on a smile and really played up the charm.
“The room is under the name Ted Roberts. The guy can’t hold his liquor and I always end up taking care of him. I can’t tell you how many times something like this has happened before.”
She gave me a sympathetic look and went into the back office to make me a new key. Key in hand, I thanked her profusely, to which she became embarrassed. It solidified what I already knew—I was great with women. Maybe if things didn’t go well with Whitney, I’d go back for her.
“I’m sorry,” I said, turning back around. “I completely forgot which room we were in.”
“1402.” She giggled. “Have a good night.”
“I’ll try,” I muttered under my breath and took the elevator to the fourteenth floor.
When the elevator doors opened, I took a deep breath and confidently strode towards Ted’s suite. Apparently, he sprang for a really nice room—good for him. I almost felt bad for ruining his moment.
But not bad enough.
I slid the keycard into the lock, and when the green lights flashed, I swung the door open with a flourish, trying to catch them in the act.
It was a success. Whitney let out a small shriek and Ted jumped up from his spot on the bed.
“What the fuck, man?” Ted shouted in my direction. “How did you get in here?”
“Easy,” I said coolly. “I just talked to the girl at the front desk and she made me another key.”
Ted walked closer to me, still completely dressed. At least they didn’t have the chance to get very far.
“What are you doing?” he hissed under his breath so Whitney wouldn’t hear. “You know what I’m trying to do here.”
“That’s exactly why I’m here,” I replied, letting the door slam behind me. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my tie on the ground.
Whitney furrowed her eyebrows. I couldn’t tell if she was confused or annoyed by my presence. Probably a little bit of both.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
I pursed my lips and clenched my fists. Do I tell her that I’ve been thinking about her constantly for months now? Do I tell her that I want to be with her, to go on dates with her? Do I tell her that I’m dying to fuck her again? There was no easy way to do this.
“I want you, Whitney,” I said.
“No,” she replied plainly.
“What do you mean, ‘no’?”
“You’re just fucking with me. This is some kind of prank you’re playing on me. Or Ted. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s very confusing.”
“This is great,” I groaned. “I come up here to tell the girl I have a crush on that I like her and she’s confused. How do I make this any clearer to you? I like you. I want to be with you. I want to get in bed with you. Can we make this happen?”
Whitney looked completely heartbroken. “I can’t—” she said, her voice breaking. “What happened between us is over. I’m with Ted now.”
“Why does it have to be over?” I pleaded.
“We’re officially siblings!” she exclaimed. “Our parents just got married. What happened at the party was fine. We didn’t know. If we were together now, that would be too weird.”
“Weird isn’t always bad,” I reasoned. “Besides, we’re hardly related. It’s not like we grew up together.”
“Even so,” she continued. “I’m dating your best friend. I like him too.”
“Too?” Ted and I said in unison.
She clasped a hand to her mouth at the realization of what she said. I smiled. Maybe she did have feelings for me, after all.
“Come on, Chad.” Ted sighed. “Are you really trying to steal a girl away from me?”
“Not really,” I responded. “I can share.”
“How is that going to work?” she asked. “I’ll see Ted during the week and you on the weekends? I’d date both of you at once and just choose?”
“Not exactly, but I’d be open to negotiations.”
“Then how do you expect this crazy idea to possibly work?” she asked.
“Kiss him,” I said.
“What?” she stuttered.
I took Ted by the shoulders and guided him to the bed. He sat down next to Whitney.
“Kiss him.”
She gave me a strange look and then turned to k
iss Ted. Their kiss was tender and sweet. I walked over to the bed and sat down on the other side.
“Now kiss me,” I said.
She looked at Ted, hoping for further instructions. He was too shocked to say anything. But since he didn’t protest, she turned to me and kissed me on the lips.
I felt like my body was on fire. The blood was pumping through my veins so quickly. She made me feel alive and I wanted her so badly.
But we had all the time in the world. I would get there eventually. I broke apart from her, noticing that Ted was staring at us.
“Now,” I said. “Was that so difficult?”