I quickly zipped up my jeans and looked for my bra as I listened to the guy I’d just fucked take a piss in the bathroom across from his bedroom.
“So we should do this again, it was great!” He called out.
“Uh huh.” I pushed my hair out of my eyes, snapping my bra back on.
The guy walked back into the bedroom, still naked and smirked.
“You’re leaving? I thought maybe we could get some breakfast.”
I pulled my shirt on and grabbed my bag and jacket and shook my head.
“Nah, sorry Kyle, I have a family thing.”
I looked at him. He wasn’t unattractive, blonde hair and green eyes, and he made me cum more than once, but I wasn’t interested in anything other a quick fuck. God, those eyes though.
“Right. Sorry.” I grabbed my keys out of my purse. “This was fun.”
“We should do it again.” He said as he sauntered over to me.
“Mmhmm, yeah definitely.” My response to every guy who said that after we fucked. “I’ll call you.”
“I hope you do.” He grinned, “I wasn’t just talking out of my ass last night you know. I make a mean omelette.”
I gave him a smile as I walked past him, “Yeah for sure.”
I went to walk past him when he put his hand on my arm, stopping me.
“I didn’t give you my number.” He chuckled.
“Oh. Oh! Right.” I grabbed my phone.
After he’d punched it in I quickly made an exit, hailing a cab and went to my studio apartment to shower and change.
My apartment was in midtown Manhattan, about twenty minutes from my parents house on the tenth floor of a skyrise. The kitchen was to the left when you walked in, a big closet on the right, and then an open area that was crammed with my double bed on one side, and a smaller area where my living room was, with my purple sofa and chair, tv, small glass desk where my laptop was, a small glass table that sat three, and clothes littered around, hanging off of the sofa and draped over the chairs. I really needed to do laundry.
“Fuck!” I hissed, almost falling after stepping on a scattered shoe.
I sniffed the air and grimaced, “Did I not take the garbage out? Fuck.”
I walked into the kitchen and groaned, “Nope. I did not.”
I got a shower, changed, and grabbed my laundry bag, throwing my clothes into it just as my phone rang.
“Hey mom.” I said as I threw my hair into a ponytail, not wanting to dry it.
“Hi honey. What time were you planning to be here?”
“I’m getting ready to leave now, so like half hour?”
“Alright. Your sister is here already.”
“Okay.” I rolled my eyes.
Fucking Lydia always showing up early, being the perfect daughter.
“Alright, well we’ll see you when you get here then.”
“Yep, I’ll see you in a bit.”
I grabbed the laundry bag and quickly left my apartment, pulling the door shut behind me.
I jumped and turned around to see my elderly neighbour, Mr. Dwyer, standing in the doorway of his apartment, his wobbly arms straining as he held onto his walker, looking at my over his thick glasses.
“Hey, Mr. Dwyer.” I groaned, rolling my eyes.
“Can you take a look at this here corn I have on my heel? It’s driving me crazy, and the nurse that comes to scrape it down is late! I have-”
“Sorry, I can’t. I’m late.” I internally gagged at the thought of looking at his crusty old man feet.
“B-but doc, now hold up now!” He pointed at me, “My foot’s achin’ real bad! I can’t even put any weight on it.”
I sighed and cleared my throat. “Mr. Dwyer, I’ve told you before. I’m an OB-GYN, not a pediatrist or a geriatrician. So, unless you have a vagina under your robe, I can’t help you. Now go back to your easy chair before you fall over and watch your porn.”
Mr. Dwyer scowled at me, mumbling under his breath as he turned his walker around and hobbled back inside, and I went down to my car, threw my laundry into the backseat, and drove.
When I walked into my parents house, I immediately rolled my eyes at the sound of Lydia’s laugh.
“Hehe, I’m Lydia.” I muttered under my breath.
“Yep it’s me, mom.”
“One sec, just doing my laundry!” I called out, walking to the laundry room.
Once I put my clothes in the washer, I went into the kitchen where mom was holding Colton, bouncing him gently as he cooed up at her with a drooly, gummy smile.
“Hey.” I said as I leaned in the doorframe.
“Hey.” Mom gave me a smile.
“Look who’s alive.” Lydia said with a sarcastic grin from the barstool she was sitting on at the island counter.
“Har har.” I rolled my eyes.
“No, seriously. Haven’t heard from you in weeks, it’s nice to know you’re alive.” Lydia cocked an eyebrow, “Also good to know you’re doing your laundry... at our parents house.”
I narrowed my eyes at her and crossed my arms.
“My building doesn’t have a laundry room, and why should I pay at a laundromat when mom and dad have a washer and dryer?”
Lydia rolled her eyes and popped a grape into her mouth from the bowl in front of her.
“You should get a new place, Char, that apartment is tiny.” Lydia raised her eyebrows at me. “Seriously, you have a good job, I’m sure you can afford a half decent apartment... with laundry. Instead of mooching off of mom and dad.”
“I don’t mooch.” I hissed.
“Please.” Lydia looked at m, rolling her eyes, “When’s the last time you paid your own rent? Or car payment? Or phone bill?” She shrugged, “right, dad does that with his money. I forgot.”
“Girls.” Mom glared at us.
“He offered to help me out.” I glared at Lydia, who returned my hard look, “I’m a second year resident, I don’t make that much.”
“He offered to help pay your bills when you first got your job, Charlotte. When you were a first year intern, barely making enough money. You’re a big girl now, with a big girl job. Don’t you think it’s time to... grow up?”
“Thanks mom, so much for telling her that dad pays my — It’s none of your business, but he paid the rent up front for the year, Lydia.”
“Girls, that’s enough, Jesus! You’re — Oh, someone’s got a full diaper.” Mom said with a slight grimace.
“I’ll take him.” Lydia held her arms out.
“No, I’ve got it.” Mom gave her a smile as she walked out of the kitchen, “Be nice.”
I grinned at Lydia and she cocked an eyebrow at me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lydia eyed me.
“When’s the last time you worked, Lydia?” I glared at her.
Lydia froze, dropping a grape into the bowl and stared at me, slowly narrowing her eyes.
“You heard me. Your kid is five months old now, don’t you think it’s time to go back to work? Oh, that’s right. I forgot... you don’t have a job anymore! Yeah, that’s right... your boss went missing and the other partners fired you.” I smirked, “Maybe you’re the one who should grow up and stop mooching off of your husband.”
“I’m choosing to stay home until Colton’s a year old so we can find out for sure if he’s a vampire or not, since you still haven’t done a blood test on him, like you said you’d do when he was born.”
“Oh! Let me pull a syringe out of my back pocket. Oh, wait I don’t... Can I borrow one of yours?”
Lydia’s jaw dropped as she stared at me. “Seriously? You’re going there?”
“How many times have you gone to rehab again? Four? Five?”
“Fuck you, Charlotte. Seriously, fuck you.”
I smiled sweetly at her. “At least dad has money so he could afford to send you to a nice, luxurious inpatient facility, am I right?”
“I went to rehab once, bitch.” Lydia hissed, “Once. Summer going into my senior year of university.”
I rolled my eyes as mom came back into the kitchen.
“Alright, he’s all clean now.” Mom said, kissing Colton’s cheek, “what’d I miss?”
Lydia stared at me and then gave mom a small smile.
“Nothing really, just catching up.” Lydia shrugged, her smile faltering, “Like sisters do.”
“Okay...” mom nudged her head at me, looking at Lydia.
Lydia sighed and looked at me. “Charlotte, I know you’re super busy, but I have a friend — well, Vin has a friend... Well, a friend of his friend-“
“Lydia.” Mom cocked an eyebrow.
“Anyway... I’d like to introduce you to him.”
I rolled me eyes and looked at mom. “Really? I thought we were going for brunch!” I groaned.
“We are! But your sister and Vinnie are going out tomorrow night, and they thought it would be fun if you went with them!” Mom grinned.
“Mom, how many times do I have to tell you I don’t want a relationship.” I sighed.
“Who said anything about a relationship?” Mom grinned, “You just need to... get out there.”
“Mom thinks you need to get laid.” Lydia grinned.
“Do not!” Mom hissed, glaring at Lydia.
I grinned back and cocked an eyebrow, “I don’t need help getting laid. I’ve gotten laid every night this week.”
“I did NOT need to hear that!”
I turned and saw dad looking at me with look of horror.
I gave him an awkward smile. “Hey dad... didn’t see you there.”
“Clearly.” He said as he walked over to mom, giving her a kiss. “I don’t need to know my daughters are having sex.”
“Dad, I’m married with a kid. Obviously I’m having sex.” Lydia laughed.
“Immaculate conception.” Dad grumbled.
“So it’s okay for CJ to have sex, but not us?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“It’s different with him.” Dad hissed.
“He doesn’t have a dick?” I laughed.
Lydia let out a bark of a laugh as dad sighed dramatically.
“You’re back early.” Mom said softly, hiding her laugh.
Dad smiled widely and took Colton from mom’s arms, holding him up in the air briefly before kissing his forehead.
“Some kid threw up in the theatre so they closed it.” Dad said as he held Colton closely.
“Oh.” Mom screwed her face up, “gross.”
“Yeah gross!” Sophie skipped into the kitchen holding a doll and climbed into Lydia’s lap. “Right in the middle of the steps.”
Lydia wrapped her arms around Sophie, resting her chin on the top of her head.
“Sissy, can you braid my hair?” Sophie looked up at Lydia.
“Maybe later, okay?”
“Okay!” Sophie grinned.
“Yeah, I’m here too, Soph.” I sighed.
“Hi.” Sophie waved at me.
“Well, it’s good that you’re here, now the girls and I can to brunch.”
“Me too?” Sophie smiled at mom.
“Honey, don’t you want to stay with me and Colton?” Dad furrowed his brow.
“Umm...” Sophie tapped her chin, “No.”
“Wow.” Dad nodded, turning to look at mom, “Once they hit eight they don’t want anything to do with me.”
Sophie’s eyes widened and she jumped up and ran to dad, throwing her arms around his waist.
“No that’s not true, daddy! I’ll stay with you!”
Dad grinned, “Works every time.”
The next day, I stood in line tapping my foot in annoyance as I waiting for my coffee, looking at my watch. My twenty minute lunch break was coming to an end, and I’d been waiting for over five minutes for my order.
“You a doctor?”
I looked up and my jaw just about hit the floor as I stared at a tall, dark-skinned man with short black hair, pale green eyes, and a freshly shaved sharp jawline wearing a pair of jeans and a blue check-patterned button up, and heavy work boots. He looked a little like Michael B. Jordan, and god damn, did my panties get wet. He grinned at me, showing off two dimples and pointed at my scrubs.
“You a doctor?” He chuckled.
“Uh… Yeah.” I nodded slowly.
He bit his lip and nodded, looking me over. “Let me guess — Dermatologist?”
“Not even close.” I chuckled.
“You can’t be an ER doc. No way you’d go out in scrubs.”
I looked at him, noticing the slight southern draw he had.
“Mocha latte with extra foam?” The barista called out, setting a cup on the counter.
The man and I both reached for the coffee and stared at each other.
“Seriously?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“What? I like latte’s.” He grinned.
“Seriously, dude. I’m working a twelve hour shift and have like five minutes left of my break.”
“I’m working too, sweetheart.” He narrowed his eyes, “I’m in a hurry too.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart, asshole.” I hissed, “I was here first.”
He chuckled, “I ain’t an asshole, sweetheart. I could show you I’m not an asshole later, if you’d like.” He said as he took a sip of the coffee.
“Pretty girl like you… How about you keep me for drinks later tonight?”
“No thanks.” I rolled my eyes.
“You look familiar. You moonlight as a stripper?”
“What?!” I glared at him.
He laughed, showing off his dimples, “I’m just messing with you, sweetheart. I thought you might laugh.”
“You thought wrong.”
“Come on, let me buy you a drink tonight to make up for taking your coffee.”
“Mocha latte with extra foam.” The barista called out again.
“Girl like you… You look stressed. A little fun might loosen you up.”
I smiled at him and took the coffee on the counter, slowly taking the lid off of it and blew on it to cool it down.
“Hmm… Maybe, yeah. Who knows.”
“We get the same coffee, I think that’s pretty cool, we already have one thing in common.” Michael B. Jordan rip-off grinned, “I know a great bar.”
I dipped my finger in my coffee, testing it. “Ah, perfect temperature. Not hot enough to scald. Wouldn’t want to burn my little ol’ tongue.”
“You making fun of my accent sweetheart?” He smiled. “I’ll even buy you a cookie to go with your coffee.”
“I told you, don’t call me sweetheart.” I returned his smile, “I much prefer to be called a bitch.”
I watched the smile on his face quickly disappear as I poured my latte over his head, hearing gasps and laughter from the other patrons.
“Dude… You need to go… Like, now.” The barista said slowly.
Michael B. Jordon knock-off slowly smiled at me as coffee dripped down his shirt and chuckled softly.
“Well, damn. Guess my southern charm doesn’t work too well in the big city, huh?”
“Guess not. Sweetheart.” I hissed as I turned on my heels and stormed out.
I sighed, smoothing out my short black dress before I walked into the restaurant. After pestering from mom and Lydia, I agreed to go on a double date, and after putting it off for a week, I caved.
“Do you have a reservation, miss?” The Maître d’ asked me.
“Nah, I see my sister, thanks though.” I grumbled as I waved him off and walked over.
“Hi Charlotte!” Lydia beamed as I sat down.
“Hey.” I grumbled.
“Don’t look happy or anything.” Vinnie mumbled, taking a drink of his scotch.
“I was forced to come here, Vinnie.” I crossed my arms. “I could be getting laid right now, but here I am forced to eat an overpriced meal with some idiot stranger.”
Vinnie screwed his face up in disgust at me. “Kay, gross.”
“You weren’t forced, Charlotte.” Lydia sighed, taking a sip of her wine.
“That gets in your breast milk you know.” I nodded at her glass.
Lydia froze and glared at me, slamming the glass down and crossed her arms. “Why do you always ruin everything!” She huffed.
I snorted a laugh. “Where’s the guy?”
“Ryan? He’s on his way, got caught in traffic.” Vinnie said, looking at his watch.
“Oh! There he is!” Lydia all but squealed.
“Great.” I muttered.
“Sorry I’m late, there was an accident.”
“No problem.” Vinnie stood up and shook the guys hand.
I plastered a smile on and looked at the guy, and immediately my jaw dropped.
“Oh, shit.” I groaned.
There he was, the dark skinned asshole that I’d dumped my coffee all over last week, in a dark suit with a dark purple tie, and a diamond stud in his right earlobe.
The guy blinked a few times before grinning, “Well isn’t this nice?”
“You guys know each other?” Vinnie cocked an eyebrow.
“Nah, not really.” Ryan grinned, “I think we may have met getting coffee once.”
I giggled awkwardly, feeling my face heat up as Ryan took off his suit jacket, draped it across the back of his chair, and sat down next to me.
“Mocha latte with extra foam, right?” Ryan grinned.
“Huh?” I furrowed my brow.
“Your coffee order.”
“Oh. Oh! Uh, yeah. That’s me.” I laughed forcefully.
“Are you ready to order?” The waiter that came out of nowhere asked.
“Baby?” Vinnie looked at Lydia.
“Applewood smoked salmon with a garden salad, please.” Lydia said, handing the menu to the waiter.
“Beef wellington.” Vinnie gave the waiter a nod.
“For you, miss?”
“Uh… Lobster and scallop linguini.”
Ryan nodded, “That sounds good, I’ll have the same.”
Lydia grinned at me, her eyes darting between Ryan and I.
Our food arrived and we ate through awkward small talk, before Lydia cleared her throat.
“So, Ryan… Charlotte’s a doctor.” Lydia grinned.
“Really?” Ryan looked at me with a smile, “What’s that like?”
I nodded, “Uh huh, yeah. I look at pussy’s all day.”
Vinnie choked on his water and sputtered into his glass, coughing, while Ryan stared at me in shock, cocking his eyebrow, and Lydia closed her eyes slowly with annoyance.
“Oh?” Ryan cocked his head to the side slightly.
“Yep. I’m a obstetrician-gynaecologist.” I said as I took a bite of bread.
“Cool. So you deliver babies?”
“… Ryan’s an architect.” Lydia said as she stared daggers into me, “right, Ryan?”
Ryan nodded, taking a drink. “Yeah. I design condos for a company based in Atlanta.”
“Ah, so you make more unaffordable housing. Cool.”
“What are you doing in New York?” Lydia asked, glaring at me.
“I’m remodelling a turn of the century tutor in Rochester. The place is a mess, but it’s got character.” Ryan said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Oh?” Lydia leaned in slightly.
“Mmhmm. I won it in an auction. The place went into foreclosure and went to auction.”
“So you basically stole someone’s house?” I said flatly.
“So you’re plan is to flip it? Gut the place and sell it for twice the amount you bought it for?” I asked him.
“No.” Ryan furrowed his brow.
“Then what? What’s the point?”
“Charlotte.” Lydia warned.
“I like the location, and it’s got solid bones.” Ryan shrugged.
“Rochester is pretty far from Atlanta…” I swallowed my wine, “why’d you come to New York?”
“Like I said, location. I commute when I need to.”
“Ah, adding to the carbon footprint.” I smiled sweetly.
Ryan narrowed his eyes and cleared his throat, “Well I sure didn’t come here on a horse, sweetheart, but I do my best not to leave much of a carbon footprint.”
“Uh huh, sure.”
“So you’re an OB? Maybe you should have went into dermatology, I hear it’s a pretty laidback profession. Don’t need a whole lot of coffee to stay focused.”
I turned in my chair to face him better and narrowed my eyes, Ryan doing the same.
“Let me guess, you think I should do derm because I’m a pretty little girl?”
“I just think delicate girls like you should be in delicate professions. Might cool ya off when you get overworked to be able to get a facial and relax.”
“Oh, you are a real asshole, aren’t you?” I snickered.
“Charlotte!” Lydia hissed.
“What the hell is happening?” Vinnie asked softly, looking from Ryan to me.
“I’m not a delicate little flower.” I hissed.
“You’re right. That mouth of yours ain’t delicate at all, is it?”
I smiled at him and without a second thought, I grabbed my water and threw it in Ryan’s face, much to Lydia’s horror and stood up.
“Charlotte!” Lydia jumped up, “What the fuck?!”
“Damn.” Vinnie chuckled, before coughing into his fist after Lydia gave him a death glare.
“This was fun, let’s do it again sometime!” I grabbed my purse, “Sorry Lydia, Vinnie. Your friend’s an asshole.”
Ryan chuckled wiping his face off, “Damn girl. You really can’t take a joke, can you?”
“Not from misogynistic assholes who clearly weren’t taught how to speak to a lady!”
“I’m the asshole?”
“Yes! Have a great evening!”
I turned on my heels and stomped out of the restaurant before anyone could say anything else, got in my car and drove home.
I stormed off the elevator, still seething when I got to my apartment.
“Doc! Oh doc!” Mr. Dwyer waved his hand out, “I got this here scratch on my arm and I think it might be infected. Could-”
“No!” I glared at him, “No, Mr. Dwyer! If you’re concerned, go to the hospital! Or call your daughter to take you to a clinic!”
I slammed my apartment door closed and quickly stripped, and jumped into bed.
“Fucking asshole!” I growled.
I tossed and turned for a while before I sighed, threw the blanket off and reached under my bed.
“The nerve of that guy!”
I pulled my dildo out of the discrete bag I keep it in and ran it over my surprisingly wet pussy.
“I can’t believe he… God!”
I fucked myself with my dildo, biting my lip as I enjoyed the feeling of the rigid veins rubbing against my walls. I moaned out, arching my back as I pictured Ryan’s face, his green eyes and dimpled grin.
“Fuck… Fucking asshole!” I moaned, gasping.
I cried out as I came. Hard.
I panted as I came down my from my high, my thighs shaking and bit my lip.
Why the fuck did I fantasize about him, and why the fuck did it get me off quicker that I’d ever gotten off before?
I rolled onto my side and drifted to sleep, the sound of Ryan’s chuckle replaying over and over in my head.