It Happened One Night…
Vic sat at the bar, and there was a bit of horror on her face as she recognized one of the men she had had a threesome with recently there.
The first guy.
Deb looked at her with a smirk because she recognized him as well. Vic ran her hand through her hair and picked up her wine glass. She saw him through her glass like a crystal ball.
“Excuse me?” He stood opposite her.
Vic put her glass down and looked at him with a wry smile — she did not even know his name!
“Yes?”
He looked startled, and she knew that was because she was looking through him. She picked up her glass and sipped more wine.
“You remember me, right?”
She put her glass down with a thud.
“Yes,” she looked into his eyes. “I know who I have fucked.”
Instead of looking uncomfortable, he sat beside her. His scent was nice — she remembered his cologne. He smelled warm and clean. Vic remembered how he touched her. When the three of them were together, she remembered how quickly he had memorized her body. Made her feel so good. She crossed her legs, savored the tightness of desire there. But she did not want anything more with him. She was not in a place to get involved with anyone. It had been hard for her to walk away from Kevin, but it had been the most powerful thing she had ever done, and she wanted to linger with it for a while.
“Listen,” she started. “If it was not clear, I am not in the market to be in a relationship — monogamous, polyamorous. I want to be alone.”
“Okay, Greta Garbo, but I want to get to know you. I don’t know what that would be. I want to be with you and see where we would go from there. I left my card with Deb. I’ve been here a few times looking for you since that night. I live nearby, so…” He got up, and she watched his tall frame walk out of the door of the bar.
As soon as the door closed behind him, she looked up at Deb.
“He is not lying,” Deb said, turning around at the bar. When she turned back around, there was a thud with the echo of the tiny card she placed on the counter by her glass which she refilled right after with the house red.
Before Vic picked up her glass, she was tempted by the decadent stock the card was printed on. Nico Mars, the card read and described his high-level job at a Fortune 500 company. She placed the card back down with a thud and sipped from her glass, closing her eyes.
“He does not seem awful, Vic. He has been in here a few times looking for you like I said and that night…”
“What, Deb?”
They had known each other for a long time, but she dared Deb silently to tell her about that night.
“You were out of sorts, honey.”
Vic smiled as always. Deb was tactful with her no matter what she did. She caressed the card, the gold embossing with Nico’s name.
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