Wrong Girl (27 page)

The
electric current this provokes within me is indescribable and what my body does
next is even more astonishing. My legs fall open of their own accord,
practically begging Zack to enter me. His gaze drops to the most intimate part
of my body and I can almost see the scorching flames which are dancing in the
black of his pupils. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder, sliding all
the way into my body in one smooth, fluid motion.

Our
bodies are now connected. We’re as close as two people can ever hope to be and the
most bizarre, unexplainable fact about this is… only
now
do I feel like
I’ve found peace. All my life I have searched for it. I’ve yearned for the
tranquillity that the people around me have seemed to experience and now I’ve
actually found it. It’s heart-breaking for me that my sister’s fiancé is the
one and only person to make me feel this way but right now… nothing else in
this world matters. All that matters is
this
.

Us.

Him.

“God,
Samantha… you feel amazing.” He murmurs reverently, coaxing my mouth into
submission as he parts my lips with his tongue.

My
pussy floods with moisture and I moan loudly, grinding my hips in a circular
motion beneath him. We continue kissing, breathing heavily as the intensity and
passion between us reaches its climax. My fingers tangle in his hair whilst his
right hand makes its way down my body, gently pressing on my clit.

“Zack,
don’t stop. Please.” I mewl, arching my body against his until we’re chest to
chest.

“What’s
that, baby? You want me to stop?” He taunts me, slowing down his pace as he
threatens to put an end to the inexplicable pleasure he’s giving me.

“No!”
I cry, tightening my legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him
inside me.

“Beg
me.” He urges. “Beg me to keep on going and I might just give you what you
want.” Zack speaks directly into my ear before trailing kisses down the side of
my face, causing my entire boy to tremble beneath him.

“Please.
Please keep on going… make me come, Zack. I’m begging you.” I whimper,
swallowing the last of my pride as I plead with him to carry on.

“Don’t
worry, baby. I got you, I’ll take care of you and make sure you come all over
me. Squirt all over this dick and let me feel you. I don’t think you realise
how beautiful you look when you come for me. Sam, it’s the sexiest damn thing
I’ve ever seen.”

His
erotic words push me over the edge and I swear my entire being shatters into a
thousand pieces around him. I scream his name loudly, over and over again as I
experience the most incredible orgasm of my entire life. I’m left trembling
uncontrollably, locked in a bizarre and unexplainable place where pleasure and
pain can coexist.

It’s
as though I can pretend when we’re like this. When we’re alone together in my
bedroom, I can kid myself that this is real life. I can imagine that Zack and I
are together and it’s ok for us to be like this one another.

It
was different at the hotel. Afterwards, what we had done felt seedy and wrong…
exactly how an affair should make you feel. It feels completely different
between us now. The connection that exists between us makes me want to keep the
door locked and keep out the rest of the world. I want to forget about everyone
but him and the euphoric gratification coursing through my veins is enough to
convince me that I can do just do that.

Thirty
minutes later. I’m quietly making my way into the kitchen as I try to ignore
the sound of Zack turning on the shower. I can’t help myself from thinking that
the only reason he’s in there is to wash my scent off him before he goes home
to Rachel. I know he still needs to pick her up from the restaurant and I know
he has to get going before my sister and Jason get suspicious about our
whereabouts… but it still hurts.

 I
tighten my dressing gown around me as I switch the kettle on, preparing to make
a coffee I know I’m nog going drink. I sigh angrily, slamming a mug down on the
kitchen counter. I really need to occupy myself with something for the next few
minutes and making coffee is the only thing I can think of.

The
sound of the shower running infiltrates my thoughts, forcing me to close my
eyes as I try to rid myself of the sexual image my mind just conjured up. I’m
so glad I managed to sneak out of the bedroom without being spotted. Zack asked
me to join him before he went into the bathroom but I politely declined. I told
him to go ahead without me and that’s when I snuck out of the bedroom.

The
noise coming from the shower suddenly cuts off and I freeze, struggling to
steady the trembling of my hands. I’m going to see him in a matter of seconds
and its imperative for me to find a sense of composure. I can break down later,
I’ll allow myself to curl up in a ball and cry the second after he leaves but
until then, I must remain dignified. It’s imperative that I do this, for my own
sanity if nothing else.

“Are
you ok?” A deep and masculine voice startles me out of my reverie, pulling me
back into the present.

“I’m
fine. I just wanted some coffee.” I answer, whirling around to face him.

He’s
fully dressed and leaning against the wall opposite, watching me intently.

“Are
you sure?” He asks, his voice full of concern and uncertainty.

“Of
course I’m sure.” I plaster a false smile onto my face, hoping it will be
enough to convince him.

“Don’t
lie to me.” He says smoothly, piercing my soul with his hypnotic gaze.

“I’m
not lying.” I assure him. “I’m really ok. It’s just I know you need to be
getting back.”

I
turn my back on him and busy myself with the pointless task of coffee making,
wanting him to take the hint and leave me alone before I break down completely.

“Sam…
you know I don’t want to leave you but I have to go.” His voice draws near as
he comes up behind me, narrowing the remaining space between us.

“I
get how this works, Zack. What are you still doing here?” I retort sharply,
swallowing back the lump that’s lodged in my throat.

“Sam,
don’t be like this.” He says wearily, rubbing the centre of his forehead.

The
sound of his phone ringing interrupts us both, tearing us out of our
make-believe little world where only the two of us exist.

“You
better answer that, it’s probably your fiancé.” I seethe venomously, moving
away from the counter and putting as much distance as I can between me and Zack.

“Where
do you think you’re going? We’re still talking.”

“Are
we?” I challenge him, folding my arms across my chest.

“Yeah
we are. Don’t take another step, Samantha.” He warns me, reaching for the phone
in his pocket.

“That’s
right, take your call.” I respond nastily, receiving an icy glare from him as a
response.

“Hello?”
He barks into the phone, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’m
leaving soon, Rachel. Any minute now. I won’t be long, ok? See you soon.” He
hangs up and exhales loudly, closing his eyes before he opens them to look at
me.

“You
should go.” I murmur quietly, fighting the incredible urge I have to break down
in tears.

Do
not show him your weakness.

“I
don’t want to. You think I want to go to her? You really think I want to be
somewhere that you’re not?” He fires back at me, striding across the room in my
direction.

“It
doesn’t matter what you or I want, Zack. It’s just the way things are.” I
mumble despondently, putting an emotional barrier between us.

“W-what
if I call her back and say my car won’t start? I could say it’s broken down and
tell her she’ll have to get a taxi home. I could spend the night here. With
you.”  

“Another
lie? It’s impossible, Zack. She’ll catch you out if you say you spent the night
at home with your parents. They could easily let the truth slip.”

“So
what do you want me to do?” He says softly, trailing his thumb over my bottom
lip.

“I
want you to go. Leave right now and pretend that this weekend didn’t happen.”

I
avoid his gaze and turn my back on him, battling the internal war going on
inside of me.

“You
know I can’t do that.” He whispers.

“You
have to try. We don’t have a choice.” I reply hopelessly.

“I
don’t want to try! All I want is you.” He growls, spinning me around to face
him.

“Please,
Zack… just go.” I beg him, struggling to free myself from his grasp.

He
completely ignores me, pushing my body back until it hits the wall behind me.
His mouth is on mine within seconds, his tongue invading my mouth as he demands
an entry. I refuse, clamping my lips together in an attempt to keep him locked
out of my body and my heart.

“Open
your mouth, Samantha. Don’t deny me.” He implores me, taking hold of my wrists
before he raises them both above my head.

I
can’t help it. I eventually give into him and the irrefutable need I have for
him, for
all
of him.

“This
is so unfair!” I cry, half tugging him towards me and half pushing him away.

“I
know. I know it is. This is so fucked up, all of it is.” Zack moans, dragging
his mouth away from my own so he can venture down my body.

His
lips and teeth are relentless as he marks the skin on my neck, bruising and
branding me as his own. His hands reach for the tie on my dressing gown,
yanking the material from me so I’m left standing naked before him. His hungry
gaze roams over every contour of my body, a carnal gleam in his eyes as he
devours me with his eyes.

The
sound of his phone ringing puts a stop to everything. We both glance down at
the intrusive object, despising the fact that this piece of technology has
forced us to put a stop to things.

“For
fuck’s sake!” He yells, slamming his fist against the wall behind me in
frustration.

I
flinch, scrambling for my discarded dressing gown on the floor.

“I’m
on my way, Rachel.” He speaks sharply into the phone, refusing to tear himself
away from my body, remaining in close proximity to me as he answers his call.

“You
have to go.”

“You
know the last thing I want to do is leave you.”

“I
know.”

“I’ll
be in touch.”

“Goodnight,
Zack.”

“Goodnight,
Sam.” He places a delicate kiss on the centre of my forehead before he goes,
closing the door behind him.

I
crumple to the floor as soon as I hear the sound of his car driving away. I
rock myself back and forth as I sob helplessly. I have no idea what I should do
or where I should go from here. The pain in my chest is excruciating and I
recognise it all too well.

Heartbreak.

 I
know I need to put a stop to this before it goes any further. I have to find a
way out before it’s too late. The main problem is… I think it already is. I’ve
completely fallen for a man who belongs to someone else. He belongs to my
sister.

I
ignore my phone which continues to make noise and reach for my iPod, selecting
Beyonce’s ‘Jealous.’ This song always soothes me but at the same time it makes
me feel pain. I can relate to every single lyric and continue to cry as I
refuse to acknowledge my phone.

After
two hours of relentless weeping, I finally pick myself up off the floor and
stumble into the bathroom, switching on the bath taps before I take a look in
the mirror at my miserable reflection. The pain and suffering in my eyes is
devastating for me to witness. I’ve only ever seen myself look like this on one
occasion before and that was the darkest period of my life. I will not go back
there again. Not for anyone.

Not
even for him.

Chapter Twelve

The
next morning I wake up with a splitting headache, bleary eyes, a sore throat
and a tear-stained face. I can hardly bring myself to look at my own reflection
and stumble out of bed to get myself a glass of cold water. I glance warily at
my phone as I walk by it on the counter, it’s still where I left it last night
and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve received any more messages.

From
him.

I
didn’t read any of them last night and I chose to ignore every single one of
his calls after he left. His persistence infuriated me to the point that I
turned my phone off and went to bed. It took me hours to fall asleep and that’s
why I feel so groggy and lifeless this morning. I gulp down my water, appreciating
the cool liquid as it glides down my throat, soothing the rawness of my throat.

The
urge I have to check my phone is unbelievable. It’s enticing me, begging me to
switch it back on. I even turn my back on it, hoping that once it’s out of
sight it will leave my mind. It doesn’t. I’m reaching for my phone before I can
exert any more control over myself, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach as I
turn it back on.

I’m
bombarded by missed calls and unread messages whilst waiting for it to load up.
Two of them are from Jason but the rest are all from Zack. I quickly scan
through some of his texts, refusing to acknowledge the gratitude I feel knowing
that he didn’t forget all about me as soon as he left.

Zack: Samantha,
I’m so, so, so sorry I had to leave like that. You
know
I didn’t want to
and I would have given anything to spend the entire night with you. I’ve just
dropped Rachel home, she was a little tipsy so I’m glad I didn’t ask her to get
a taxi home by herself. If you’re still awake… please text me. I need to know
you’re ok.

Zack: Ok, I don’t
know if you’re asleep or if you’re just choosing to ignore me. Your phone keeps
ringing so I know you haven’t switched it off yet. Please don’t be mad at me,
Sam. You know I didn’t want to leave you, it tore me apart to see you so sad
before I left. Tell me how I can make this right. I’ll do anything.

Zack: Don’t do
this to me. I’m so tempted to come round there and check on you, I can’t bear
the thought of you being by yourself. I can’t even sleep because I know the
second I close my eyes you’re going to be there, just like you always are.

Zack: Ok, I’m
going to call you one more time. If you’re phone is switched off then I know
you’re alright and just don’t want to speak to me right now. I’m going to hate that
decision but I will respect it. I’ll try calling you again in a few minutes.
Zack xxx

I
check the time he sent that final message and realise I did in fact turn my
phone off just three minutes later. He must have thought I did it on purpose
and decided to keep his promise by leaving me alone after that. He will have no
idea that I didn’t actually read any of his messages last night.

A
startling and sudden knock on the door makes me jump, yanking me out of my deep
contemplation. I consider ignoring it and going back to bed but Jason’s voice
ordering me to let him in forces me to change my mind. I really don’t have a
choice. There’s no way my best friend is going to give up and leave me alone,
especially after I ditched him last night to go home with Zack.

I
really don’t care what I look like but I know Jason will be able to see right
through my false smiles and reassurances. I wish I had enough time to drag a
brush through my hair and wash my face, unfortunately I know my friend and his
persistence knows no limits. The best thing I can do right now is speak to him
and get this confrontation over with. I unlatch the door and open it for him,
certain he’s going to barge right by me anyway.

“We
need to talk.” He says gruffly, stalking past me into the living room.

“O…kay.”
I say uncertainly, instantly filled with dread.

“It’s
about last night.” Jason replies sombrely, turning around to face me, a grave
expression on his face.

“What
about it?” I ask, trying to act nonchalant and indifferent.

“Why
would you go home with that smug bastard and leave me with your sister?” Jason
snaps, an angry gleam in his eyes.

“Zack
is not a bastard and you know why I went home early, Jason. I was tired and
Zack wanted to discuss something with me about the wedding. He doesn’t want
Rachel to know about it yet.” I lie, remembering what I told Jason last night
before I left the restaurant with Zack.

“What
surprise?” He demands.

“Does
it really matter? It’s just honeymoon stuff. Were you still with Rachel when
Zack picked her up?”

“Of
course. I wasn’t about to leave her by herself. She wasn’t exactly what you
would call sober. I can’t believe he left her like that.” He says bitterly,
taking a seat on the sofa.

“So
how did you get home? Did you get a lift from Zack?” I inquire, pretending that
the whole thing doesn’t really matter to me at all.

“Hell
no, I got a cab. It was far too late when I got back home and that’s why I
didn’t call around.”

“Its
fine, I would have been fast asleep by then anyway.” I shrug, struggling to
hide how relieved I am that he didn’t actually come by here last night.

“And
now onto what you told me in the taxi on the way over to the restaurant.” He
says boldly, oozing confidence as he narrows his eyes at me in scrutiny.

He
has a dark look on his face and it unnerves me, I’ve never witnessed this side
of Jason before and I don’t know how I should take it or how to handle the
whole situation.

“Oh…
that.” I murmur softly.

“Yes.”
He persists, relentless in his inquisition.

“What
do you want to know?”

“I
want to know who the hell you were with on Saturday night.”

“I
told you already that you don’t know him.” I lie, shifting uncomfortably beside
him.

“And
how well do
you
know him?” He retaliates sharply.

“Look,
it was a mistake Jason. One I won’t be repeating again.”

I
purposefully fail to mention that it
did
happen again last night or the
fact that I want it to in the future.

“Why
would you even get involved with someone who has a girlfriend? That’s not like you,
Sam. You’re not like that.”

I
can hardly stand to see the disappointment in his eyes. He’s never looked at me
like that before and it truly hurts.

“It
was a mistake. A sexual lapse in judgement.” I confess, wringing my fingers
together in anguish.

“Have
you heard from him since then?”

“No.”
I say firmly, deceiving him again.

“Are
you lying to me?” He scowls, practically glaring at me from across the couch.

“Jason,
you have to stop. This whole conversation is making me feel really
uncomfortable. I didn’t sleep well last night, I’m exhausted and all I want to
do right now is go back to bed.”

“You
do look pretty rough.” He chuckles, playfully ruffling my already messed up
hair.

“Gee,
thanks” I reply sarcastically.

“I’m
sorry, I just mean that you look a little tired.”

“You
want a drink?” I ask, practically leaping up from the sofa in an attempt to put
some space between us.

I’m
so eager to change the subject, Jason’s inquisition has made me really nervous
and I’m actually scared he’s going to see through my lies and call me out on
it.

“Sure.”

He
follows me into the kitchen whilst I’m pouring him a glass of fresh orange
juice. It’s the only drink Jason will touch this early in the morning and after
so many years of friendship, I know I don’t even need to ask if he wants
anything different.

“There
you go.”

I
hold the glass out to him and he takes it, lowering his gaze towards the floor.

“I
can’t believe you slept with him.” He whispers.

“What?
Where the hell did that come from?” I ask, wondering why he would blurt
something like that out.

“It’s
just… I’m not sure how I should react. You’ve never done anything like this
before. You’re so much better than that, Sam. You’re so much better than a one
night stand.”

“Jason…”

“You
know it’s true. I haven’t known you sleep with anyone besides Paul.”

“I’m
twenty-three, Jason. I’m not a child.” I berate him, angry with the judgemental
way in which he seems to be treating me.

“I
know that. I just don’t like to think of you in that way.” He rakes his fingers
through his hair, a clear sign that he’s struggling to get his head around all
of this.

“I’m
sorry. I know you view me as your vulnerable little sister who needs
protecting.” I joke, nudging him light-heartedly.

“Not
exactly…” He mutters, placing his glass back on the counter.

“What
do you mean?”

“God,
this is really difficult for me to say. I-If you ever feel the need… or the
urge to…”

“The
urge to what?” I ask, raising my voice.

“What
I’m trying to say is that I’m here. I know you’re a grown woman and I know you
must have all the impulses and desires that comes with being a woman. Fuck, I’m
not explaining this well. What I mean is if you
do
find yourself needing
somebody, I don’t want you to go out and pick up a random stranger. It’s far
too dangerous and I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

“Are
you really suggesting what I think you are?” I say incredulously, on the verge
of disbelief.

“I
think so.” He finally lifts his gaze, locking eyes with me.

“You
want us to be friends with benefits?”

I
can’t help the scepticism from leaking into my voice. What on earth is going on
inside his head? Jason’s my friend. We’ve never, ever discussed being anything
more than that and that’s one of the reasons why I trust him.

“No!
I don’t
think
that’s what I’m saying. I just don’t want you to put
yourself in a bad situation. I would much rather you feel comfortable enough to
come to me instead.”

“Wow.
You really think I’m going to start sleeping around just because I finally had
sex?” I yell, shoving him hard in the chest.

“Please
don’t freak out on me. I’m not declaring my undying love for you or anything
like that. I’m not saying we should be together or that I want to change the
nature of our friendship. I just want you to be safe and if that means you and
I spending the occasional night together instead of you seeking out a complete
stranger… then that’s more than ok.”

“I
don’t believe this. I cannot believe you’re saying these things.” I turn my
back on him, curling my fingers in my tussled blonde hair. “I think you should
go, Jason. I need some time to process all of this and want to be alone.”

“Sam,
please don’t do this. I didn’t mean to upset you, please look at me.” His hand
grabs my shoulder trying to turn me around to face him.

“You
didn’t upset me, I’m just surprised and a little taken aback.” I admit, moistening
my lips.

I’m
resolute when it comes to my decision about making Jason leave. There must be
ten thousand thoughts whirling around inside my head right now and all I really
need is to be by myself so I can process some of them.

“Shit,
I shouldn’t have said anything, I should have kept my bloody mouth shut. Samantha,
tell me how I can make this better? What can I say to put this right?”

“You
can leave.” I insist, walking towards the front door.

“Sam…”
He argues, leaning back against the kitchen counter, hanging his head in
defeat.

“
Now
,
Jason.”

He
reluctantly leaves, apologising profusely on his way out. He’s still standing
in the hallway when I close the door on him and I only wish I could lock the rest
of the world out as well as my oldest friend and his ludicrously insulting
suggestion.

I
lean against the door and close my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing
instead of what just happened. The sound of my phone ringing distracts me and I
drag my exhausted body into the kitchen to retrieve it. One glance at the
screen confirms the intuition I had about who is calling me.

Zack.

“Hello?”
I answer timidly, trying really hard to keep the tremor out of my voice.

“Sam…
thank God you answered.” He exhales loudly. “I didn’t think you would, not
after you ignored me last night.”

I
can hear the exhaustion in his voice and how weary he sounds. I wonder if he’s
had a sleepless night like I did and then chastise myself for being concerned
about him.

“I
just couldn’t face it, I’m sorry.” I admit, grappling with the whole idea of
being entirely honest and therefore leaving me so vulnerable and exposed to
someone else.