Darian
It’s been two days since that phenomenal lap dance from Becky, and for some unknown reason- I still can’t stop thinking about it. I mean, that woman was a fucking goddess, so I guess the reason isn’tcompletelyunknown. But there’s something else to it.
I try to push her out of my head as I get ready for this evening’s endeavors. Tonight is the Real Estate Investors Gala and for some reason I’m not really looking forward to it. Normally I love these kinds of things, but right now I just feel like I can’t wait to get it over with.
I throw on my best suit, a dark navy blue, with some all-white sneakers (my go-to). The sneakers add something to the outfit to make me look a little less serious. Plus the ladies love it.
Instead of driving myself, I call a taxi to come and pick me up, because the only way I’m going to survive this night is by being completely wasted. Especially knowing thatPeterwill most likely be there.
My driver arrives, and suddenly I’m already arriving at Union Square. I guess I spent the whole drive daydreaming about Becky. As soon as I step out of the car and tip my driver, I head straight to the bar.
“Scotch neat, please,” I tell the bartender as I claim a stool.
“I’ll have the same,” says a tall, raven-haired woman, plopping down in the chair next to me.
We make eye contact, and she shoots me a smile. I can tell she’s trying to flirt with me, but honestly, I’m too distracted to do anything about it.
I sip my scotch, trying not to get too wasted too quickly- I still have an entire night to make annoying small talk and pretend that I care.
Ah, who cares.
“Another scotch neat, please.”
“Bad day?” The raven-haired girl purrs.
“Nope.”
I down the rest of my drink and turn around, ready to escape this girl that I have no interest in. And that’s when I see her.
A tall, goddess of a woman with long, silky hair. In a tight, slinky black dress that might be slightly inappropriate for this type of event. But she pulls it off, and the entire gala orbits around her beauty.
Snap out of it.
But then I realize that it’s really her. It’s Becky, she’s here- she’s actually here. I honestly thought I was just daydreaming again. But I wasn’t and Becky is standing just a few feet away from me, chatting up some boring corporate executive.
I stare for a minute, knowing that I want to approach but unsure of what I’ll say.
‘Hey, it’s Darian, remember me? Yeah, I’ve been dreaming of blowing your back out since we last saw each other, how about you?’
No, definitely can’t say that.
I’m about to turn back around and get just one more drink at the bar for a little bit of liquid courage, but then Becky happens to look over, and we lock eyes. Her lips turn up into a wicked smile, and then she quickly ends her conversation and begins strutting towards me.
“Are you stalking me?” She questions me.
“Shouldn’t I be askingyouthat? You do know that this is a gala for developers, right?”
“Are you saying you want me to leave?”
I would never.
“Only if it’s with me,” I wink.
“Ohh okay, he’s got jokes! Good one, Darian.”
“You remembered my name.”
“How could I forget?”