Just One Night

The soft taps of the keyboard were nearly lulling as I worked in my cozy but spacious office, my second home. The low lights accentuated its golden and blush palette. Soft textured fabrics and lacquered furniture dominated the spacious office, accented with foliage plants. On one wall, a couple of bookcases with crown molding on top held full sets of leather-bound books and decorative accents made for show-stopping design, while an opposing gallery wall of horizontal photographs made for a picture-perfect setup. I paused from typing and turned to the floor-to-ceiling windows to admire the perfect view of the city of Los Angeles.

The office door opened, and I could hear the distinct footsteps of my colleague and best friend, Kennedy Joseph. Kennedy stood tall at five feet, ten inches, and she always rocked a pair of designer stilettos. She exuded confidence and sex appeal. Her smooth sepia-brown skin, curvy frame, and sensual smile could bring most to their knees, and she knew it. She sat on the corner of my desk, staring at me with those big brown eyes. She was trying to convince me to do something I didn’t want to do, date. I hated dating. It’s such a tedious process and most of the men available were not up to par, intimidated by my success and wealth, or were misogynist. She’s a phenomenal lawyer and has the gift of gab, so I had to give it to her for trying.

“What do you want, Ken?” I asked.

“I want to know if you are coming tonight. It’s for a good cause, and I promise this guy is perfect. Harvey is good friends with Adrian, and you know I trust my man,” she said with a smile.

“I’m not going. I trust Adrian’s judgment, but all those suits are the same. I’m not wasting my time and energy.”

“Harleigh, he’s different. He’s a CFO, has no kids, no scandals, and he’s fine as hell. He’s been crushing on your little sexy ass for a while. Just do this. It’s time that you put yourself out there. At least get you some real dick.”

“Sounds like you should date him,” I teased.

I knew she didn’t need another man. She already had two, Adrian and Chace. They definitely weren’t going to allow her to add another man or anyone else to their exclusive trio. Adrian and Chace are best friends and business partners who shared everything including Kennedy. They are sweet, adoring, patient, and so loving to her, and I’m happy that she’s finally found her happy ever after.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes at me. “I got the two men of my dreams. You should at least get you one.”

“I don’t have time to date right now. You know I’m going for partner. And I can take care of myself. My toys haven’t failed me yet.”

“Ugh. I can’t with you.” She pouted. “I think you are missing your chance to have it all. Anyway, don’t stay here too long. Remember, this is just a job, and they will replace you the moment you drop dead.”

“I know. I’m almost done.”

“Okay. I got to get home to my loves and get ready. I’ll see you tomorrow. Be safe. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She stood up and sashayed out of my office. I love Kennedy, but sometimes I didn’t appreciate that she couldn’t see that I was completely happy with being single. Her intentions were good though. She just wanted me to be happy and in love like her. And I am happy. At 29, I have the career and lifestyle I’ve always wanted, a loving family, great friends, and enriching hobbies. A man wasn’t going to change or add to my happiness.

With Kennedy gone, I refocused on the assessment report I needed to finish for this acquisition project I’ve been working on closing. If I could get this deal closed, the partnership was mine. After working for another hour, I packed up and grabbed my purse. Then I walked over to the elevator. After a swift elevator ride down to the lobby floor, complete silence took over the beautiful lobby. No one manned the front desk as it was after hours. As I went on my descent to my waiting ride, my heels echoed on the marble floor. Once I made it to the black SUV, I greeted my driver, Mr. Smith, a kind older gentleman who has taken me to and from work for the last four years. I got comfortable in the backseat eager to get home to have a soak in my deep soaking tub with an erotic romance novel and a glass of wine or two.

Mr. Smith drove off to my Ladera Heights home. During the quiet ride, I pulled out my personal phone to check for any messages or emails. Then I saw his name on my Home Screen. I found it odd when I received a message from my ex, Zaveion Carter. I didn’t even think he had the same number and for some reason, I couldn’t explain why I still had his phone number in my contacts. We haven't talked in years, not because we had a bad breakup, or I hated him. We just didn't talk. I always thought it was wise to leave my past behind me, but I was curious to see what he wanted after almost a decade.

Zaveion: Hey Harleigh. It’s me Zae. I was just thinking about you. I hope everything is going well with you. I miss you. I’m in town and I want to see you. Give me a call and let me know when and where. I can’t wait to see you, Love.

Did something happen? Does he want a friendship? Get back together?

As I read it several times, I wondered what he wanted, and I couldn’t pinpoint a reason that made sense to me. As usual, I was overthinking it like I did everything else. I had to admit from time to time he ran across my mind. I wondered if he was okay and if he was happy. Zaveion and I were friends for 4 years before dated when we were teenagers. From 16-19, he was the guy I was so in love with. I thought we'd get married, have kids, the whole nine yards.

He was the super basketball star at USC on his way to the NBA, and I was determined to be the next finance CEO. We seemed to be the perfect couple on campus. Well, that's what I thought. I thought we were so happy, but we slowly drifted apart. I was more focused on school and my internship, and he was consumed with basketball.

Then one day, I saw him with his childhood friend, Kesha, when I surprised him at his off-campus dorm. They weren’t doing anything wrong, but it was the way he looked at her. He never looked at me like that, and I knew I wasn’t the one he truly wanted. I had doubts about us lately and seeing them together confirmed everything for me. The missed calls, canceled dates, and lack of time we spent together were the evidence I needed to finally accept our fate, but it still hurt. The devastation of my reality hit hard. I blamed myself. I wasn’t the perfect girlfriend. Deep down I knew I didn’t put much effort into our relationship. There were so many things I didn’t do, couldn’t do.

We never had sex, but we fooled around like fingering, hand-jobs, kissing, and touching. I was saving what was left of my virginity for marriage. Coming from a prominent family, my sisters and I were known for being good girls. Even though it was hard, I tried to maintain that image. In the long run, it wasn’t worth it. Just like that it was over, my plans, dreams, and goals. I walked away from his apartment and never went back. Zaveion begged and pleaded to work things out, but I just couldn't. I didn’t see the point of prolonging the end. So, I spent the rest of my college years in my books and trying to avoid him at any cost. He eventually gave up and stopped all his attempts at a reconciliation. I knew our sudden end puzzled him, and I always regretted not giving him an explanation or closure.

Perhaps that was what he wanted after all these years. I understood that and I could give him an explanation. It was the least that I could do. Though I wanted to see him. I decided to reply to him in the morning after I gave myself more time to think about when and where I wanted to meet him.

The car stopped in front of my recently remodeled Mid-Century home. I thanked Mr. Smith before I headed inside. I took off my heels and went straight to the kitchen to grab a wine glass and a bottle of vintage Sauvignon Cabernet. It’s been a long day, and I just wanted to decompress and relax. I made my way to my bedroom and undressed. I opted for a shower instead of a long soak in the tub since I was eager to finish my book and unwind. I showered and put on an oversized T-shirt and panties. Then I poured myself a glass. I grabbed my wine glass and book and sat on my chaise, alternating between sips of wine and turning the pages.

The book was getting steamy and the only thing that came to mind was Zae. Memories of his deep brown eyes, his sculpted chest, the way he used to touch me made me dizzy with lust. I could only imagine how it would have been if I let him make love me. The things he just did with his fingers alone drove me wild. Lying there in just my t-shirt and panties, I put my glass and book down eager to ease that aching feeling between my thighs.

I took a deep breath as my hands slowly crept down my stomach toward my pussy. My legs widened as I felt the smooth skin between my thighs. I could already feel the heat and wetness as I continued to explore myself. I slid my panties down to gain better access. I touched the tender flesh, and I was already wet. My fingers slid up and down my pussy before I pushed two fingers inside. The wetness coated my fingers, and I just wanted to taste my sweetness. I slid my fingers out of my pussy and then into my waiting mouth. It tasted so good.

Missing the pressure and contact, I began to circle my clit. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the moment. Rubbing my clit slowly, I thought about the last time Zae touched me. My fingers sped up as I arched my back slightly, feeling the building pressure.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good,” I whimpered.

Another soft moan escaped my mouth as my clit tingled from my fingers’ perfect pressure and movement, but I need more. My eyes shifted over to the bedside table where I kept my favorite vibrator. I made my way to my bed and opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the vibrator. After clicking it on, I rested it right above my clit as I spread my legs. The vibrations seemed only added to the gratification as I slowly moved it in and out of my dripping pussy. My head fell back as I caressed my nipples with my free hand.

Before long, I found the perfect spot and held the vibrator there while I caressed my clit. The sensations were overwhelming as I stroked my tender walls. Closing my eyes, I felt the pressure build. My body began to shake as my abs tightened, letting out a moan of ecstasy and relief. Smiling, I looked down to see my legs still shaking and cum coating my thick brown thighs. I could always take care of myself but maybe Kennedy was right about letting someone else do it for a change.