Chapter 4. The One With The Reunion
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
Usually, when those thoughts pop into my head, I have someone between my thighs, but not in that instance. Right then, I was mortified that the bride heard me tell my colleague I had slept with her husband only a few weeks prior to their wedding---completely unaware he was engaged.
“Did you say you slept with my husband?”
I swallowed, unsure of what to say next considering I was usually a talker. “I’m so sorry.” The apology croaked from my mouth. “I’m really sorry. I had no idea he was engaged. I’m so sorry.”
She placed her hand up to stop me from continuing. “How did I not know? How the hell did I not know he cheated on me? Oh, God!”
Her hands trembled as she held onto her dress. There was a light grey chair which she fell back onto, just in time for her tears to fall down and ruin her perfectly applied makeup.
My attention shifted to Ellen. “Go grab her a bottle of water or something. Please.”
Ellen nodded and ran out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with the jilted bride.
“Is there anyone you want me to find? Anyone I can call for you?”
She shook her head, and the only sounds which came from her were the sobs between her shaky breaths.
I stood there, unsure of what to do. How the hell was I supposed to comfort the woman, knowing I had sex with her husband? Oh, God. I had sex with her husband. How the hell am I going to fix this?
I twiddled my thumbs anxiously; I felt so damn guilty right then. Guilty and dirty, feeling like the other woman who ruined a perfect couple in a perfect relationship.
Wait. It’s not my fault. I had no idea he was engaged. Asswipe!
“Would you like me to get Evan for you?”
She abruptly lifted her head and growled. “I don’t want to see that asshole right now!”
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Can you tell me what happened? I want to know everything.”
My lips frowned slightly, uncomfortable at the request, “Not sure if that’s such a good idea.”
“Please, I need to know…” Her words trailed off in a breathy sob and I relented with a sigh.
Not wanting to describe everything, I decided to skip a few details of when and where.
Reunions. Not my favourite thing to attend, but enjoyable nonetheless. Dressing up was not something I did, but since the theme was “Come as your favorite T.V. character”, I figured I might as well dress up as one of the most iconic female leads from the legendary sitcom series - Friends.
Rachel. Flawless and timeless- I wanted to feel beautiful, even if it was just for a night. I donned her timeless black skirt, tights, and booties combo with a vintage 90’s white shirt to perfect the look. I decided to splurge and spent money on a hairdresser, though keeping my makeup done by my own unprofessional hands.
Since not many people were able to turn up, they decided to do the reunion at some mansion in the Upper Eastside, New York. As soon as the Uber dropped me off at the gates, I made my way inside, heart fluttering beneath my chest, nervously seeing everyone’s familiar faces—and not so familiar ones.
“Oh, my God! CC?”
One of my old college friends screamed as soon as she saw me, but I playfully shook my head. “I’m sorry. I have no idea who you’re referring to. My name is Rachel Green.”
She let out a laugh before pulling me in for a hug. “It’s so good to see you!”
“Same to you, Kat.”
“So, what are you up to?”
Kat was one of the most popular girls in college. Gorgeous, smart, and adored by all.
“I own my own catering company. I mainly do weddings.”
“Wow, that’s awesome.”
My smile faltered the moment I noticed someone standing on the opposite side of the room, his eyes piercing into mine. I couldn’t help but smile at his choice of outfit, and the light spray tan visible on his face.
“I’ll be back. I need to get another drink,” Kat said, pulling me from my intense gaze.
“No problem. Talk soon.”
I glanced back at the stranger but was hit with a wave of disappointment when I noticed him not there anymore.
“Should we just get married now?”
I spun around to the male’s voice and immediately smiled. “Then Divorced straight after, I think. Nice jumper.”
He glanced down towards his dinosaur sweater and nodded. “You should see the back.”
“Go on. Show me.”
He slowly turned around and I couldn’t help but laugh. The words, We Were On a Break, were sprawled out in large black letters, as well as The Divorce Force.
“That’s actually pretty awesome.” I grinned, impressed noticing minute details of his outfit.
When he faced me again, his hands grasped the chain around his neck, which had a miniature replica of Marcel attached.
“So, what’s your real name, Rachel?”
“Cecilia, but my friends call me CC.”
“You can call me, Evan.”
“Nice to meet you, Evan. So why did you decide to come out as Ross?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “I guess I’m a bit like him. The type of guy who falls in love quickly, stutters a little and you know---the loveable goofball.”
“Loveable goofball? Didn’t you pick him because he was the annoying whiny character who couldn’t form two sentences together,” I winked, playfully nudging him in the arm.
Evan laughed. “You have no idea how annoying I can get. So, why Rachel?”
“Well, apart from ‘Friends’ being my favourite T.V. show of all time, Rachel is just incredible. She went from having everything to nothing, to working her ass off and creating something with her life. Not to mention she’s sexy as fuck.”
Evan’s lips curved wider. “Yeah, I can definitely see that last resemblance.”
My gaze shifted toward my feet. Evan just paid me a compliment, but it was something I wasn’t used to getting, and I didn’t know how to respond.
He gently placed his fingers on my chin and lifted my head. “How have we not met before? I would definitely have remembered you if we did.”
“I don’t think we have.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before adding, “But I’m sure I would have remembered you too.”
Evan shook whatever thoughts he had going through his head. “You don’t have a drink. Can I grab you something?”
“Well, I just walked in so I haven’t had a chance. A drink would be great.”
Evan held my hand as though it were the most natural thing ever, and I didn’t even flinch. “I like your hair, by the way. Very Rachel.”
He led me towards the bar outside. After waiting our turn, we ordered two drinks and decided on some privacy to talk.
“Are you sure it’s okay for us to be here?” I asked as we entered the quiet open living area.
“Yeah, it’s cool. I know the owner.”
We sat down on the plush leather couches and turned our bodies towards each other. “Be careful. You don’t want that fake spray tan to get on these lounges. It looks expensive.”
“Nah. Spray tan was free. One of my friends helped me out.”
I laughed. “I was talking about the couches.”
Evan chuckled nervously. “Oh. Right.”
“You really are a goofball,” I said teasingly.
“Only when I’m nervous around gorgeous women.”
I bit my lip and glanced at my drink. “You need to stop calling me that.”
“Why? It’s true.”
As anxious as I was, Evan somehow made me feel comfortable, and I hadn’t felt that way in a really long time.
“So, are you seeing anyone?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m single. You?”
“No,” he replied dryly, before clearing his throat. “I’m single, too.”
“And what do you do?”
“I’m a teacher. You?”
“I’m a caterer. I own my business and cater functions. Mainly weddings. From the canapés, meals and right through to the desserts.”
“That’s amazing. I love Weddings.”
“Really? I haven’t met many guys who appreciate a good wedding.”
“Free food. Music. Dancing. What’s not to love?”
Evan was sexy. Completely and utterly sexy, and I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. For the life of me, I hoped he didn’t think of me as some kind of fucking pervert.
I wasn’t the type of girl to sleep with someone so close after meeting them, but I swear, if Evan asked, I would have done it.
We spoke for a few hours, and it was incredible getting to know him. Time had passed quickly, and I couldn’t believe how much we learned about one another. Evan told me about his childhood. His friends and family. Hell, he told me what he wanted to be when he was a kid, which coincidentally, is what I wanted to be; A dog.
I rested my head against my arm, which was settled on the couch, while Evan’s eyes stared deeply into mine. “How are you single?”
“Guess I haven’t found someone I wanted to be with.”
“I pride myself on being a gentleman, but you’re making that really hard for me tonight, CC.”
I swallowed my insecurities and hoped Evan would do what I had thought about him doing a few times during our conversation. My heart thundered the moment his thumb caressed my bottom lip.
“CC---,” Evan whispered my name with such intensity, it made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.
He leaned in closer---and slowly. I was so desperate for him to kiss me, and was afraid he’d change his mind, I bridged the gap between us, and our mouths collided. Evan tucked his hands beneath my now deflated hair, and held it there while we tasted each other---and God, he tasted sweet.
I was grateful we were in a private area, because I didn’t think I could trust myself to stop kissing him, and the truth was, I didn’t want to. Evan was just too damn good at it.
He rested his hand against my waist and tugged me towards him, but I took this as an invitation to straddle his lap.
“Woah,” Evan breathed the moment he broke the kiss.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t me.”
I tried to climb off him, but he only drew me closer. “No. Don’t.” I swallowed my nerves, biting my lip while I waited for him to say something else. “It’s taking everything I have not to take you into one of the rooms upstairs.”
“So, why don’t you?”
Evan drew his brows together. “What?”
“Take me upstairs.”
“You just told me this wasn’t you. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”
My lips curved up. “For the first time in a long time, I know what I want---and that’s you. Fake spray tan and all.”
Evan laughed, and it was a sound I wanted to get used to. He stood from the couch with me still on his lap, and I was surprised at how strong Evan was. I slid off his body and he took my hand before leading me into one of the 10 bedrooms upstairs.
As soon as Evan closed the door, he pressed me up against it, sealing our lips with a kiss. I’ve always been self-conscious of my body, but Evan didn’t hesitate to touch me in places I was desperate to be touched. When his hands ventured down my sides and onto my ass, he did it with adoration, as though I were the best thing he’d ever held.
It didn’t take long for us to remove our clothes in between our passionate moments of kissing. By the time we were both naked, our bodies were tangled on the mattress, exploring the softness of our skin.
Needing a breath, I managed to pull away briefly. “I’m okay with this. Are you okay with this?”
“Fuck, yeah. I’m okay with this.”
I rolled him over so he laid on his back, and I immediately went on top, still tasting his soft damn kissable lips, and I was sure some of his spray tan had somehow managed to paint my body and the crisp white sheets.
Quickly pulling away, I managed to say a few words, “I’m on the pill.”
“So am I,” he joked.
“Haha very funny. Just shut up and kiss me.”
Evan raised himself to close the distance and kissed me like he had never kissed me before. He found a way to touch every single inch of my skin, and my body reacted in a way it never had. No guy ever paid this much attention to me, and I wasn’t sure I deserved the kind of adoration he offered, but I was sure as fuck not going to reject it.
Still surprised someone as gorgeous as him, wanted to sleep with me, and the high I felt was not short-lived. Evan had stamina---as well as being the largest I had experienced.
Not that I had experienced a lot.
The future with him was uncertain, but at that moment everything was perfect. I was happy---and so damn horny. It had been too long between passionate moments.
By the time we reached our orgasms, sweat dripped profusely down both our bodies, and the sheets beneath us were stained with the colour of Ross.
As we laid on our backs, taking in as many breaths as we could, Evan rested his hand against my thigh. “That was---fucking incredible.”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered. “Really fucking incredible.”
Evan turned his head to me. “We have to do this again.”
I laughed. “You mean the sex?”
His smile faltered. “I mean everything.”
My heart tried to calm down as I tried to figure out what he meant. “I’m not sure what you’re asking me here.”
“Do you really want this to be a one-time thing?”
“No, I don’t.”
“And it doesn’t have to be. I mean sure---we might be both busy with work, but I would honestly make time for you.”
I smiled and bit my lip while I thought about spending more time with Evan. The images settled nicely against my heart.
Not wanting to separate, we cleaned up and jumped back into the bed. Evan opened his arm and I rested against his chest just before we both fell asleep.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
The bride’s tears were coming out like a faucet, ruining her once-perfect makeup.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologized, after giving her the light version of what happened between her husband and me.
The crying bride pulled out a photo tucked beneath her Ivory wedding dress. In between sobs, she described her love for him, finally reaching over and showing me the picture of her husband, my eyes widening as soon they landed on it.
OH, FUCK ME! WRONG DUDE! ABORT! ABORT!