Twisted Perfection

I watched the people around me having a good time as I chugged down drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar, but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares, probably because of my attire. I mean, of course it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of day.

Well, fuck off, people! I have my reasons.

"Keep 'em coming," I yelled to the bartender, continuing to tap my feet to the music that was faintly ringing in my ears.

"You better have a ride back home, young man." He placed the drink before me with a worried look on his face, and I scoffed thinking about how I had nobody to drive me home, nobody to love me.

"One long island iced tea, please." I heard a sexy voice beside me and caught a whiff of some pleasantly flowery smell. If it had been any other day, I would have checked the chick out, maybe even tried to flirt with her, but I was too drunk and hurt to even bother.

I kept sipping on my drink quietly and noticed that the woman had taken a seat on the chair beside me. She started to go through her phone, and I couldn't help but notice her long fingers, with painted red nails, tapping away furiously on the screen. From the corner of my eye, I saw that she had shoulder-length chestnut brown hair that hid her face. She was wearing a red dress that ended at her thighs. I shook my head and turned my focus back to my drink.

"Some wedding, huh?" I heard that same sexy voice and turned to my side to find her talking to me. I blinked twice, trying to see her clearly through my blurred vision. Fuck, she was smoking hot, with big hazel brown eyes and plump lips, which were painted red to match her dress. Her olive skin looked so smooth, like silk, and I swallowed hard, shaking my head to try to get rid of my inappropriate thoughts.

"Hello?" She waved her hand in front of my face, and I coughed a bit, trying to hide my embarrassment.

Fuck, she must think I'm some creepy pervert.

But, hey, I am a guy after all.

"Uhh…sorry…I'm a little out of sorts," I muttered, focusing on my drink.

"Yeah, I can tell. You're depressing the entire bar," she replied with a hint of humor, making me raise my eyebrows at her bold and confident tone.

"Let me guess, you're in love with the bride," she continued, and I jerked my head towards her in surprise.

How the hell did she figure that out?

"Or the groom. No judgments here," she added, making me chuckle a bit.

"I'm not gay," I replied dryly, loosening my tie a little.

"Kinda figured that when you kept staring at me." She smirked while I let out a huge breath.

Fuck, she's good.

"Well, you guessed right. I'm in love with a girl who can never be mine," I sighed in defeat, and for some reason, it felt good to say it out loud to a total stranger.

"Why go to her wedding in the first place?" she asked, looking at me like I was crazy.

"She's my best friend," I stated, and her eyes went wide.

"Damn, that must be brutal." She kept playing with the straw in her drink.

"No shit," I scoffed and looked at her. She crossed her legs, revealing more of her smooth skin, making my cock twitch, and that's when a crazy idea popped into my head.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but do you wanna fuck?" I asked without any shame. She was taken aback by my directness.

"Wow, that was super quick." She flipped her hair, showing a glimpse of her cleavage. I needed some kind of distraction to get Rebecca off my mind, and the drinks were not helping at all.

"I don't hear you saying no." I smirked while she bit her lip as if contemplating whether or not to turn down my offer.

"Come on, I just want to get her off my mind. It doesn't have to mean anything. I'll probably forget about this whole thing in the morning anyway. It's just a one-time thing," I urged, trying to convince her. She got down from her seat and came closer to me. For a spilt second, I thought she was going to slap me or something, and my breath hitched at our closeness.

Fuck, she was such a temptress!

"Follow me," she whispered against my ear and kept walking.

Okay, that was unexpected.

I followed her like a lost puppy, watching her sexy ass sway as she walked in front of me. I felt myself getting hard. This was the kind of distraction I needed. We reached the parking lot and got into her car immediately. I was too drunk to register anything that was happening. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing, but I didn't care.

"You wanna do it in the car?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Gross, we're going back to my apartment." She rolled her eyes and started the car while I lay back on the seat lazily.

"Today is your lucky day, woman. I'm going to fuck you so hard that no man is ever going to satisfy you the same way again," I declared after a while, and she just laughed, shaking her head. By the time we reached her apartment, I had sobered up a bit.

Once we made our way to her door, me in my half-drunken state, she unlocked it. I pushed her against the wall immediately and kicked the door closed behind me. I started kissing her lips, and she started to respond with the same need.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this," she moaned as I squeezed her boobs over her dress before pushing it down, freeing them while I nibbled on her earlobes. Fuck, they were perfect, and she smelled so damn good. I latched on to one of her nipples and rolled my tongue over her erect bud while my left hand pushed her dress up above her ass. I parted her legs with my hands roughly and ran my fingers along the inside of her smooth sexy thighs, making her moan out loud.

"God, you're so fucking hot," I groaned, slipping my hand inside her panties, which were already soaked. She was so damn wet.

Looks like someone's been having naughty thoughts all evening.

She quickly removed my coat and ripped open my shirt, making the buttons fly in all directions. I started to unbuckle my belt and removed my pants.

"Like what you see?" I smirked as she kept staring at my body. She licked her lips.

"You wish. I've seen better." She smiled wickedly and pulled me closer by my ass, squeezing it a bit. I lifted her left leg and placed it around my waist, pushing my dick against her dripping core.

"Let's see if you've had better than me," I roared and lifted her by her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist instantly and started to breathe hard. I pulled back slightly and flicked my eyes up to meet her gaze.

"Condom?"

"I'm on the pill," she breathed out, and that was all I needed to know. I pushed myself inside her without any announcement, making her gasp.

"Stay still," I whispered hoarsely as I started to pound into her. God, she felt so fucking good, and I felt myself getting lost inside her. She closed her eyes and buried her face in the crook of my neck, moaning in pleasure.

"Ughh...faster!" she cried, biting my shoulder. It only turned me on more.

"Fuck," I grunted. I was about to come. I was so close. I'd slept with a lot of girls and had a lot of one-night stands, but there was something different about this one. It was so fucking raw and erotic. I wanted to keep fucking her as she made me forget about the pain.

We kept fucking each other like animals, her nails digging into my skin. Soon I released myself inside her, and she came close behind me. We both tried to catch our breaths, and she pushed her hair out of her face to look at me.

"That was satisfying, indeed." She smirked sexily, and I set her down gently on the floor.

"Told you." I grinned widely.

"I don't know why you didn't get the girl. I mean, you're really attractive and know how to pleasure a woman," she said, adjusting her dress.

"I can be a real asshole sometimes, and I guess our timing was never right," I replied with a tight smile.

"Well, I can tell you one thing: she's sure going to miss all the amazing sex she could've had with you." She winked, making me chuckle. I realized that I felt better than I had in a long time and looked at her. We kept staring at each other and fell into an awkward silence.

"Uhh...I better go, but thank you so much. I really needed this." I ran my hands through my hair and got dressed quickly.

"Do you need a ride or something?" she offered, adjusting her hair, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Any guy would be lucky to have her. I couldn't picture her as the type to have quick causal sex, and for some reason, I believed that this was her first one-night stand. Suddenly, I felt bad that I had convinced and used her for my selfish needs, and I wanted nothing more than to get out of there as quickly as possible.

God, I really am an asshole.

"I'll get a cab. Good night." I kissed her cheeks.

"Good night, and hey, don't worry, time heals everything," she said in a soft voice, making me smile before I rushed out the door swiftly. Once I was out of her building, I called a cab. On the way back home, I could still feel a big void in my chest, and I wondered if time really could heal everything.

I probably deserve to feel this way for taking her for granted.

"Yo, let's go get some coffee." Ryan, my best friend, nudged me as I kept working on my laptop.

"I have work, dude. I need to get these sample designs for our new project done, like now," I replied, not taking my eyes off the screen.

"Oh right, the new project. I heard that our new project manager is a woman. Can you believe it?" he whispered so that no one could hear us and climbed on my desk.

"Really?" I asked in shock. We worked at a gaming company, and I was a game designer while Ryan was working on the back end. Women were rarely interested in gaming and stuff, so I was genuinely surprised to learn that a woman was going to be our new project manager.

"Yeah, I hope she's hot. I'm bored of seeing all these dudes and nerdy chicks around," he stated, making me laugh a bit.

"Yeah, whatever." I shook my head and continued to focus on my work.

"What happened to you, man? I miss the old Nate."

"Old Nate is no longer available. New Nate is fucked up," I replied dryly, and he rolled his eyes.

"Are you still hung up on that Rebecca chick?" he asked, and I froze, not able to say anything.

"I'm not. Stop bugging me, Ryan," I muttered in annoyance. Ever since her wedding, I had thrown myself into work, trying my best not to think about her. Ryan had been annoying me to go on dates and even tried to set me up with some chicks, but I wasn't interested at all.

"Jeez, someone's got their panties in a twist," he teased, punching my arm while I glared at him.

"Girls are throwing themselves at you, man. Just get over her already."

"I'm not interested in dating."

"Then, let's hit the club and find some chicks." He winked, and I let out a huge sigh, knowing he was not going to give up anytime soon. The last time I hooked up with a girl was on Rebecca's wedding day, and even though I had been drunk, the memory was still fresh in my mind.

Phew, that was one hot encounter!

"Boys, get in the conference room. Our project manager should be here any minute now. Nate, are the designs ready?" David, our team lead, asked. I nodded, grabbing my laptop while Ryan jumped off my desk.

"Time to meet the hot chick." He whistled and walked in front of me while I dragged my lazy ass towards the conference room.

The room was filled with our entire team, which consisted of around ten people, and I sat down in my seat, already bored out of my mind. I opened my laptop and tried to keep myself busy.

"Hi, Nate." I looked up at the sound of a familiar voice to see Amy smiling at me from the other side of the room and adjusting her glasses. She was a nice girl who'd had a silly crush on me since day one, but she was definitely not my type. I smiled back at her just to be polite.

"Why don't you ask her out?" Ryan stated loud enough that she could hear, and I kicked him under the table.

"Shut up before I kick your ass."

"I'm just looking out for you, jerk," he whispered, and I mentally face-palmed myself.

"Now you whisper, asshole!?" I cursed, making him chuckle.

"Guys, our new manager is very talented and really good at what she does. She expects nothing but the best, and I expect all of you to work your asses off to deliver this project successfully," David started, going on and on about this chick. I wanted to kill myself already. I started to play Super Mario on my laptop, all the while wondering what the hell was so damn special about this woman. She must be in her late forties or something if she's already achieved so much.

Poor Ryan!

"And here she is. Team, I would like to introduce our new project manager, Samantha Perez." David beamed proudly. I looked up from my game to see who this mysterious woman was and literally choked on my own saliva, gaining everyone's attention.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath and loosened my tie a little.

"Mr. Wilson, are you okay?" David asked with a concerned look on his face, and I smiled, assuring him that everything was fine. I could feel a pair of hazel brown eyes staring at me from across the room, and I swallowed hard, unable to believe my own eyes Is this what they call a coincidence?

"Dude, she's smoking hot. Am I dreaming or something? She's so freaking young. I thought she'd be close to 30 or something," Ryan gushed beside me while I gave him a nervous smile. David began to introduce the team members one by one, and finally he pointed at me.

"That's Nate Wilson, our game designer and the most valuable asset in our company."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wilson." She smiled, a knowing look on her face, her eyes lingering on me for a little longer than necessary. I gave her a tight smile and looked away immediately. Fuck, nothing made sense. How could she be my project manager? She looked younger than me, and she was too pretty to be smart.

Okay, that came out wrong, but come on, this was unbelievable!

"Nate, she's literally eye-fucking you, man. Do you know her or something?" Ryan whispered, and my eyes went wide.

"Wh-what? No, of course not," I stammered nervously.

"She keeps glancing at you."

"I can't help it if I'm good looking, dude," I mumbled, wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead. I kept glancing at her occasionally. Damn, she was even hotter than the first time I saw her. She was wearing a sleeveless beige top and grey pencil skirt that hugged every inch of her body. She looked so poised and sophisticated, nothing like the woman I had met at the bar. I reluctantly peeled my eyes from her smooth olive skin, which brought back sinful memories of that night. I finally took a deep breath to calm my raging nerves.

Okay, I can do this. She probably doesn't even remember me.

The rest of the meeting went pretty well, and I explained my design confidently, trying my best to imagine that she wasn't in the room. Once I was done with my presentation, I sat down again.

"Alright, team. Everything looks good. I'm so excited to work with each and every one of you. You can go ahead and get back to work. Thank you so much for your time," she finished off the meeting, and I stood up swiftly, shutting down my laptop with force.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson, I need to talk to you about your design. Could you please stay back?"

Fuck! Holy fucking shit!

Is she going to fire me or something?

"Sure, Ms. Perez."

"She totally has the hots for you, dude," Ryan whispered before walking out of the room, leaving us both alone.

"You look much better than the last time I saw you." She smirked, folding her arms in front of her chest and causing my eyes to flick to her breasts for a split second.

You look much hotter too, I wanted to say, but I refrained from doing so in the interest of keeping my job.

"So you do remember me," I stated, running my hands through my hair.

"I should be the one saying that. I'm surprised you remember me at all given how drunk you were," she scoffed, and I stood in front of her awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"Small world, huh?" I laughed, trying to break the tension between us.

"Yeah, small world indeed," she said, looking at me with amusement.

"Umm...did you really want to talk about my game design?" I asked, just to be clear, and she raised her eyebrows.

"Mr. Wilson, don't even think that I'm going to treat you any differently just because we've fucked. Neither of us saw this coming, so let's just put that behind us," she replied bluntly.

Damn, what happened to that wild sexy woman from the bar? She was acting so cold and professional now—not that I wanted to sleep with her again or anything. Or did I? I mean, I wasn't entirely opposed to the idea.

"I know. I-I didn't mean it like that," I stuttered like a fool, feeling a bit intimated by her.

Fuck, I'm acting like a pussy. What's wrong with me?

"Now that that's settled. Your designs suck, Mr. Wilson. I need you to come up with a new design in the next twenty-four hours," she replied casually and began to walk past me.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you have a hearing problem?"

"I worked my ass off to come up with that design," I raised my voice a bit, feeling pissed out of my mind. Who the hell did she think she was? She probably didn't know the first thing about good game design.

"Well, work harder. I've heard some great things about you, so please don't disappoint me again," she replied and turned around to walk out of the room, leaving me speechless.

What a bitch!