——
The bar scene was calm the DJ playing a soothing jazz fitting for if someone wanted to get work done, he was sitting alone. At the center sitting around the counter he ordered another cup of margarita.
Bennett was supposed to be with friends and cute woman but they were either busy, or not interested. So he drank his sorrows away complaining with other man at the bar, the bar tenders face had some falsetto or an exhausted concern on his face as if yeah, yeah, it’s unfortunate but I’ve heard it before.
Let me have this for a moment. His eyes traced across the bar to different woman, most attractive whether dolled up by the circus of makeup, or clad in fancy dresses and plastic high heels. I knew those woman, I spent time with them. Call me bad, but I want something genuine, someone when I wake up next to looks the same. It was shallow and he knew it, but he still hoped for her. The flower in his life, his joy, a woman he’d known since high school.
Both Rose and him knew each other from high school got closer from college, he always had some form of affection for her even if he got into relationships or she did.
Like a dog to its owner whenever she needed help, he would, after all he loved her, he was blinded by love. Yet that straight shot cupids arrow had begun to drift, another person caught his eye, Chloe, she’d been there for a while as well. I guess.
He reminisced.
—Almost a year ago—
It was Valentine’s Day, a day of heartfelt passion, love, the sweet scent of chocolate, and if you're lucky a noisy bed breaking night. He wasn’t lucky.
That was the simplest way to put it.
His girlfriend had dumped him several days before leaving him with a chocolate cheesecake, and a chicken dinner he had little motivation to cook.
“Well I guess that’s how I thought things would end up.” He self mockingly smirked.
Taking a picture of the cake, he posted it on social media on his photography account with the caption: Lonely anyone want to join?
The comments were as usual sarcastic, joking, sympathetic, non-committing. All his friends had plans. Though during that scroll he hoped she would comfort him, but that wasn’t the case.
“How am I supposed to eat all of this!?” He shouted.
The doorbell suddenly rang, it was Chloe. An unexpected visitor.
“I heard you had free cake.”
“... Aren’t you in a relationship?” He asked with a judging glare.
“He might as well be dead.” She said making herself at home in his apartment.
He still remembered the long sleeved sweater and checkered skirt she wore that day.
“Don’t you think it’s sad we’re both single on this day about love, it really makes you feel bad.” He said self mockingly.
“Your right, though it’s worse for you who struggles to get dates. I am sympathetic to your sorrows.” She said in a joking tone.
“That’s sweet.”
“Of course, you can’t spell sympathetic without pathetic.” She laughed.
Grinding his teeth at this woman already sitting at his table he could only think of lame retorts. “That doesn’t make you any better than me.”
They continued on bickering enjoying every last piece of chocolate cheesecake and red wine that she brought.
Looking at him with curious eyes he furrowed his brows.
“So why did you decide to let me stay.”
“What?”
“You clearly don’t like me, we argue all the time, so why let me in.” She asked her eyes balls of curiosity.
He let his mind wander then came back. “I was once really lonely on one of these days, and it really sucked you know, it was awful. So I think on days like these no one should be alone.”
“...That's really cheesy.” She said dryly.
“Can’t you be cute for once.”
Trying to say something impactful like in the movies, or fell flat to her ears. They ended up watching cheesy romance films, on his couch. Leaning against one another neither one of them considered it to be romantic.
Sometimes you have to really appreciate the bad, to enjoy the good. He drew the comparison of movies to Chloe and Rose. Chloe was a poorly made remake, Rose a divine original. But I can’t look down on her, it’s impossible for a movie to shine when something superior appears.
The movie got to the scene where the heroine chased the love interest through the rain, Chloe was teary eyed.
“Well I guess everyone has their taste.”
“Shut it Bennett, this is beautiful, a tasteless virgin like you wouldn’t understand.” She grabbed onto his collar.
“There, there.”
The movie ended with the two getting together, a predictable end.
“Whelp with that valentine's day is over, want me to walk you to your car.”
“There’s still several hours left till tomorrow, that would be lonely.”
“Huh? So what.”
“I don’t want to leave tonight.”
He remembered being flustered in the confines of his Apartment, trying to misinterpret her words but that soon stopped when they were all over one another.
She rode him putting her panties to the side bouncing on his cock, he felt her tight inner reaches pushing down on him. Kissing him, her red lipstick got over him, and he thrusted from underneath.
No one likes being alone on a day like this.
They had lustful sex that night leaving loads of semen inside of her. She didn’t leave the night.
—Present time—
Rubbing his forehead, that wasn’t the last night they spent together, so he was conflicted for his love for Rose, and newfound love for Chloe. If he had a choice he’d choose Rose, but that option wasn’t open for him.
“You’d be mistaken to fall in love with Rosaline, since she’s less of a Rose and more of a fox.” Maron said those words to him before he moved.
What’d he mean by that.
——
“Ugh that last fight was brutal, he kept raining down on me, and I almost lost, though I managed to pull through with a spin kick. Though people see me as a monster in the ring, at truth I have a heart of gold, I treated that guy to dinner after, he was a really cool dude, though the public viewed it as a mocking act.” The man Ronaldo the boxer drunkenly said.
“That seems truly terrible, tell me more.” She sympathized sliding another drink to him.
He went on and on complaining about the world of boxing, family life, fights, and brand deals. When will he get to Charters?
“I have to use the little boys room, I’ll be back.”
Departing the table she was left alone in the expansive dark bar, a smooth music was played one fit for work. It was fit for her.
Things were going well, she smiled only lightly drunk from the alcohol.
Alcohol she used to drink with Maron whether getting blasted, or just enjoying the taste. “He did always have a problem with alcohol.” She mumbled.
He’s probably an alcoholic, that bastard.
Triangle bar a place she was familiar with, a slight sense of worry filled her but she couldn’t remember.
Heading to the counter of the bar to order more drinks, on the way she accidentally collided with a man walking backwards.
“Hey watch it.” The angrily said, Turing to the beautiful model. “Oh hey beautiful…” Furrowing his brow a shock of realization spread across his face. “I know you! You’re the one girl I lost a lot of money on! You fox.”
A rather large man he rendered one of her wrist into the air, as she struggled against him. His face was rosy from alcohol, but anger was painted on his face.
“Sorry sir, but I think you got the wrong person.”
She tried to pull away, but he was much stronger.
“Oh I remember you, Rosey.”
Two of his friends joining in alerted they came to his side after his brief explanation. “This woman’s a thief, who scammed me.”
All three of them drunk, it was a good opportunity.
“Help! I’m being assaulted!” She yelled, many turned to look but the three men were large and imposing.
The man in the middle was bodychecked sending him reeling back, releasing his grip from her arm, he caught himself though firming a stance. It was Bennett.
He put himself between her and the group that were now ready to fight, the crowd was riled up.
Shifting his head down to avoid the right hook aiming for his temple, he swiftly moved the side avoiding the second man's grapple.
He was doing well. Blocking a straight jab, and sending a kick, the man on his left jumped out of the way putting space between them. For a one vs three.
She watched as the middle man, the original troublemaker got to his feet and charged Bennett. Getting tackled to the ground punches rained down over his face as he scrambled to put up his arms.
Then suddenly bursting through the crowds Ronaldo came to the scene sending a fast left hook to the first man who just turned to face him. Hitting his chin, his body went limp and he crumpled to his knees.
The second guy not caught off guard he sent a punch that was easily parried, then countered with a jab to the face. Staggering back, he found himself on the forefront of several punches bringing him to his knees.
The original troublemaker distracted, Bennett used this opportunity to push him off, roll to his feet, then kick his face. Ending the fight.
“Rose are you alrig-” he paused his face paled to the woman he thought he knew.
Security escorting the man out, Ronaldo walked to her side.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, just some drunkards mistaking me for someone else. Thank you.”
Turning to Bennett she approach but he took a step back from her.
“Bennett are you alright?”
“Y-yeah I’m fine, I should leave.” Slightly shaken he disappeared into the crowd.
“Who was that?”
“Just a friend…” she switched gears gaining control of her expression.
From my old agency, who knew I’d see them again. But let’s focus on the now.
“By the way those moves were impressive why don’t I show you mine back at my apartment.”
He smiled.
—Two hours later—
“More, more!” She moaned into his ear.
He gave an audible groan, moving faster.
In her shaking bed he was rough and fast moving pushing into her cunt with his member, he fucked her. Legs spread apart she was stripped of all her clothes leaving them around her bedroom.
She started off with a blowjob that lasted thirty seconds, then he fucked her bent over her couch putting his load on her ass, then they proceeded to bed where he quickly thrusted into her tight pussy from above, lost in her.
A man of muscle his body pressed down on her and she wrapped her legs around his back.
It was enjoyable.
Under her breath as he climaxed into her spraying hot viscous liquids deep inside she quietly moaned a name; not his.
“Maron, Maron please.”
Breathing sighs he collapsed beside her, a woman he just met, a hookup with a model with addictive qualities, and the saint of sex. He did not question how she got those skills, instead the satisfying afterglow left his mind a relieved blank.
Snuggling up to him she looked up to the man, one of many, posing an innocent sounding question.
“So what is your relationship with the CEO of Charters, it’s not every day we see a boxer and CEO together.”
“Oh him, barely know the guy. Was he the CEO?” He said without the slightest shift in tone.
“Huh?”
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