Ruining My Enemy's Daughter

. - Riley - . It’s almost Seven in the evening, and I am freaking out. I have not finalized a damn dress yet. This date will blow up in my face if I don’t calm down. There must be something good to wear. Something comfortable enough. I am a little skittish right now. Because I am planning to have — s*x. After like… almost two years. “Are you sure you don’t want me to tag along?” Natalie, my bestie, asks me for a millionth time and I roll my eyes while browsing my closet for a dress. “If you want to cheat on Jacob and hook up with some new guy… Then you are most welcome… if not, then no. There is no need for you to come with me.” I tell her, trying to sound casual, but I am annoyed. After that incident, everyone treats me as if I cannot take care of myself. Yes, I am freaking out a little. But it doesn’t mean she has to shove it in my face. Natalie crosses her arms and scowls. “I don’t need to cheat on him. I am happy! And content.” “Yeah, I am sure she is having lots and lots of phone s*x,” Ira, my roommate, laughs at her and Natalie scowls harder. Her boyfriend is not in the same city. Considering her huge s****l appetite, we all know it is hard for her. I turn and quirk my brow at Ira. “Somebody didn’t come back last night.” I drawl while throwing some useless clothes out of the closet onto the floor. “Oh my God! Don’t tease me about phone s*x when you are having full on action in your life.” Natalie smacks her arm. Ira is Natalie’s childhood friend. I chose not to be roommates with my own best friend because I couldn’t stand the pity in her eyes. So I was surprised when I ended up with Ira instead. To this day, I suspect there was some foul play in it. “What the hell!” I mutter under my breath, when one more short length dress finds its way to my hand. I don’t like short dresses. Finally, my eyes fall on a maroon dress hidden in a corner and I exclaim, “Oh God! It’s perfect!” It’s a floral knee-length, v neck dress. I feel the soft fabric on my fingertips. Soft and cozy. Just what I like. I think to myself, smiling. “It’s a full sleeve!” Ira makes a face and my smile falters. “It’s a little chilly today, and she is always cold. So I guess it’s for the best.” Natalie offers a reply, and I am thankful. Mom says scars on my back and arms are not visible anymore. But I think otherwise. If I can see those, I am sure others can too. Last thing I want is to talk about how I got them. “So, are you still coming?” I smirk at her while removing my clothes to wear the dress. “Told you, NO!” Natalie grumbles. … When I am about to get in the cab, Natalie gives me a kiss on the cheek and whispers, “Don’t push yourself…” “I won’t,” I tell her quietly. “You don’t need to worry about anything.... He is perceptive and good in bed,” she tells me and I shake my head. “Better than Jacob?” I ask, in a playful tone but in truth to suppress my resentment. She is feeling anxious, but does she realize her worry is getting to me. “Nooo! Obviously not!... But he will take care of you. If you know what I mean.” She winks at me. Natalie had a date c*m hookup package arranged for me. I couldn’t risk hooking up with someone unknown. I have seen this guy around in a few classes, so I am fairly confident and looking forward to enjoying my evening. The cab pulls over in front of the restaurant and I see him waiting for me already. He paces towards the cab and opens the door for me. Such a gentleman! “Thanks, Nicolas!” He rolls his eyes. “For God’s sake! It’s Nico! I told you over the phone.” He complains and I laugh. We have talked over calls a few times to make sure we can at least hold a normal conversation. We enter the restaurant and take a table in a corner for some privacy. I glance around and take in the surroundings. It’s a darkly lit restaurant with beautiful patterns of blue and red spotlights. The dark walls are decorated with posters and music equipment. Music is very light, as if they don’t want to suppress the chatter. “I like this place.” He smiles and orders some food for both of us. Because just like my clothes, I take forever to choose my food. We talk about college, and career plans while enjoying the Bluefin Tuna, conversation somehow falls at why he isn’t into relationships. “It’s just not my thing! I don’t like being bound to someone. Believe me, I have tried and cheated once,” he admits casually. “Oh!” I say, flabbergasted by his sudden admission. Unsure how I am supposed to feel about that. “It was messy,” he says, and I see a flicker of regret on his face. “I was wrong, so I made a conscious decision not to get into a relationship anymore. I mean why try If I can’t be faithful.” He shrugs. “Bold of you to admit that,” I say. “Nice of you to keep calm and not walk out yet.” He grins and my eyes widen. “Have you admitted this to girls before?” “Of course, yes. You are not that special Riley Adams.” He smirks and I laugh. “What was the worst reaction you got?” “Oh, well…” he says ruefully. “A girl threw her drink at me. Even though it was only a hookup setting, not some date…” I gape at him as he adds, “It must be a sore topic for her.” “If she has been cheated before… Yea.” Silence falls between us and he says, “I admit it openly to make sure I don’t do it again. It’s an unpleasant reminder why relationships and I don’t fit together…” He is honest. I like that. “What about you? Why are you still single…” He shoots me back a question and I give him a naughty grin. “What makes you think I am not in a relationship?” He laughs. “Oh, come on! I am not blind Riley. I haven’t seen you with any boy ever since we joined college. I am sure you have been single for more than a year and a half.” “Have you been counting?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink. He shrugs with a grin. “Maybe…” “Come on, tell me the real reason.” He coaxes. “I am surprised how boys have left you single for this long…” My heart beats faster and I smile. “I am still not over my ex.” And the fact that he raped me. Rape or whatever it was. My heartbeat quickens and my mind unwillingly goes towards the same night. The last time we had s*x, the consensual one, one that wasn’t forced. A flicker of understanding spreads across his face and he nods. “I think we should call it a night.” I blare out to force myself in the present. The last thing I want is to fall into that rabbit hole of terrible memories. We leave the restaurant soon after as anticipation is high in the air. The tension in the air is palpable as he takes me to his home. I remind myself again and again that I can back off at any moment. Taking a deep breath, I promise myself to enjoy this night. As we enter the lift, a shiver passes down my body when he places his palm on my back. I had completely forgotten how it felt. The thrill of the unknown. Eagerness and nervous expectation of spending intimate time with someone. As I enter his apartment, he pulls me closer and I look around alarmed. “My roommates aren’t home tonight,” He murmurs and leans in for a kiss. I give in, parting my lips as my whole body tingles. I laugh into his mouth. He pulls away and chuckles. “What’s so funny?” “You taste like oranges.” I giggle in nervousness. “The mocktail we drank…” “And you sound drunk even though we didn’t have any alcohol yet,” he says, lightly pinching my cheek. Then he pulls away, dragging me along with him to the kitchen. He takes out two beer bottles out of the fridge. “I- I am okay…” I shake my head when he offers me one bottle. He shrugs. “Are you okay with me drinking?” “Yea! No problem.” My eyes flicker at a bowl of strawberries on the counter, and my heartbeat quickens. I swallow hard. Maybe drinking wouldn’t be a bad idea. It might take the edge off. I grab the bottle before he can put it back in the fridge. He laughs and takes a swig of his drink while leaning on the counter. I take a sip too, unsure if drinking will relax or spook me. His eyes are on me, his gaze too strong and I want to curl myself. He puts the bottle on the counter, then grabs my arm to pull me closer. “You are damn beautiful…” He says and puts a strand of stray hair behind my ear. I look at his face and smile. He is handsome too. I am sure girls fall for him all the time. He picks a strawberry from the bowl and places it on my lips. I could deny him. It’s been a while since I had a strawberry. I could tell him I don’t like those. I could make an excuse that I have allergies. But that’s absurd. This night is about doing things I stopped doing. I will come out of my zone. So I lick my lips and suck on it. “You know how to use those full lips well,” he says, in a low husky voice, and yanks me closer. I fall onto his body and his length pokes at my hips. “I have been hard the whole evening,” he admits and I open my mouth to take a bite. As juices spread inside my mouth, he leans in to taste it. It’s an open mouth hungry kiss, passionate even. I moan as the heat spreads across my body. He traces my skin with his palms, exploring as I enjoy his warm, muscular hands wrapped around me. He pulls the hem of my dress up. I pull away and whisper, “Not in the kitchen.” He nods and drags me towards his bedroom. “Someone is impatient,” I quip, and he chuckles. He tries to turn on the lamp, but I pull him for a kiss. We don’t need to turn on the damn light. We fall into his bed as he tastes my lips. He hovers over me and I can see his face in the light pouring into the room from the window. I close my eyes to take in all the sensations. His lips on my skin, his weight on my hips, How good it feels and how I have been craving for this. It feels like an accomplishment. I lie on his bed as he straddles me. He touches the hem of my dress and asks, “Do you want me to do it?” I open my eyes in alarm. f**k breathe. “Yes,” I tell him. He pulls my dress up above my waist. I wiggle to remove the dress, but he leaves it above my breasts instead. “Bloody hell!” he says as he sees my lacy bra and thong. He squeezes my breasts in a tight hold and says, “Nice assets you have…” My breath turns frantic as I try to process. How is it possible? No, my head is making it up. Breathe… f*****g breathe. I unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his jeans with shaking fingers to distract myself. He removes his jeans and boxer shorts, and I watch him, making some room for him between my legs. “Remind me to be gentle with you…” He groans as he tries to find his way inside me while planting kisses on my skin. The moment his tip touches my folds, my body freezes. He looks at me, alarmed, and says something, but I cannot make it out. All my senses are fogged and my vision blurred with wetness pooling in my eyes. When I blink, I see his face. The one who is not in the room. The one who is not in my life but still makes me miserable.