Sometimes reality doesn't pan out like drama.
Consider this incident as an example. If it were a romance novel, Vick would be having it rough with his wife and attending the after-party with colleagues, and would most likely get drunk. Under the influence of alcohol, poor judgment prevails, including cheating with a colleague of his, and the colleague is me. And their secret affair turns into love, then he gets divorced. bla bla bla.
In reality, he talks to his wife for hours and is sober far away from alcohol.
Not to mention, he formally introduces all his seniors and colleagues over a video chat.
And I stood far away from him, in disappointment and feeling that I, who worked there for years, didn't belong there.
After all, I'm going to quit soon. They don't care if I'm enjoying it or not. The party was supposed to be a send-off and a celebration for completing the project. Now it's just another chance to drink.
Vick usually looks at me every few seconds when we share a room.
I thought I was special, maybe I'm just another co-worker who isn't even important enough to share a smile.
Maybe I didn't know how to differentiate the look in his eyes. After all, nobody truly acknowledged me or my work. But when I work and help, I feel good. My standards for falling for a guy are low.
Now I get it, his full attention is on her. Even if she isn't practically present here. I guess he is a good husband. And a good colleague.
"What are you planning next?" A guy asked me as he offered me a drink. David, I think that's what his name is. I glanced at his identification card just in case.
He is way too popular to be seen with me. Everyone automatically gathers around him. He is good at his work and socially.
Single on LinkedIn but having a successful two-year relationship in a private Instagram account.
"Should figure it out," I spoke, taking the glass from his hand.
Wanting to disappear in the crowd and wanting to stay away from him. I am not keeping my distance because of doing the right thing. It just hurts to see him happy with someone else, by someone else, I mean his own wife.
"Everyone will miss you for sure," David spoke as he waved at others. Not sure when we even spoke in the last two years, for all I know, this is the first conversation we are having, and this random dude will miss me? My own teammates dissociated ever since they got to know I was leaving.
"Why would they? I've been here for less than two years, that's all." Wasn't trying to talk like a depressed kid.
"Just looking at your beautiful face kept me going through hard times. I'm sure I'll miss you even if no one else does." David spoke as he got closer and looked at me to see my reaction.
I wasn't surprised that a popular and perfect guy like David would hit on me just to get away from the crowd.
In my eyes, he was just trash, and he didn't usually require my attention. But today is different, I'm slipping away with no sense of direction. He might be my way out, too.
"That's sweet of you," I spoke with a friendly, smiling face. He was taken aback, and he paused for a second.
"Yeah. You have a beautiful smile, but why do you look so serious all the time?" He asked, surpised from my reaction.
"Is it? Maybe because of work. It stresses me out." I replied, squeezing my glass.
"Ugh, right. I feel exhausted every day. I'm running out of cigars. Wanna hit a convenience store?" He asked.
And I had my perfect getaway reason to leave the party. I turned back and glanced at what Vicky was doing.
The whole group was giggling and talking on the phone. They are already inviting her to the next party. I can't see or hear her talk, but they're describing her as beautiful and outgoing. I just want this to be over, and I want to distract myself before I go and kiss Vicky, being annoyed.
The conversation between me and David turned to normal questions and then to somewhat personal ones.
I got to know a lot about his life. He's been in a relationship for more than 5 years; it's a bit Rocky.
He doesn't want to date or hook up with anyone from the job, as it just makes it awkward eventually.
"Talking to you is so easy. I never thought you were so fun to talk to. I mean it genuinely by the way." He spoke with a little laugh, and the cold breeze brushed his hair a little. And I could see why they all fell for him.
His eyes sparkled as he spoke more freely, and under the soft street light, his face looked much more enticing. And his voice was sugar-coated with each word made perfectly delectable to that person in front of him.
"I don't like to socialise," I spoke without hesitation.
"I get it. But there's something different in the way you see Victor. Is it because he is married and won't make a move on you?" He asked casually.
My heart was ripped apart, and silence filled the air. After a couple of seconds, David squinted his eyes and put his hands on his face.
"It's not going to end well. You will get hurt." He spoke with concern in his words. His head was looking down as he leaned into the wall.
"You are better off without him," he continued to talk.
"He looks like he genuinely likes his wife." He spoke again, filling the silence.
"I know. It's not like I'm making a move on him, or it's not like he is interested in me either." I replied after gathering bits and pieces. I've never acknowledged this to anybody.
It's way too complicated for someone to understand. Especially people like David. A complete opposite of me.
"It's not just that." He groans.
"You know you are the type of girl no man would refuse." He kicks the can into the alley.
"You are overthinking it. I have been turned down by many guys. And have you forgotten I'm leaving the company and we won't have any contact." I spoke.
I shouldn't have admitted that to David. I was taken aback that I was too obvious, and if David, whom I never interacted with, could tell the difference, surely Vicky knows.
"Guess that's true. Anyway, try to move on. What am I even saying? I'm the guy with way less morals," David chuckled.
"Yeah, you should definitely work on that." I laughed.
"Will you help me?" He asked as he smirked and got a little closer.
"Maybe a little." I got my lips closer, and he held my face, and we kissed, we forgot how cold it was or how close we were to the restaurant, all his co-workers are. I was even more surprised by how gently he kissed and how soft his lips were.
He backed off a little and held my hand.
"Wanna go to a motel?" He asked.
"Yeah," I replied, we were purely yearning for the warmth of our bodies.
He didn't let go of my hand in the road, in the motel, or in the room. He started kissing me right against the door this time, more intensely. Backing up against the wall and closing the gap between our bodies, the longer and restless kisses made me breathless.
We both are short of breath. I push his chest away to breathe. He has a great body, I can just tell without unbuttoning his shirt. He started to sweat and sharpen his eyes, still focused on my eyes.
He comes a bit closer and kisses my neck and pulls my back a little closer.
"Let's go to bed," I spoke in his ear.
He held me in his arms without saying a word, laid me down, loosened up his tie, and started to unbutton his shirt.
I started unzipping his pants with my teeth, and his face is no joke. He looks like a super hot CEO.
He was twitching as I played with my tongue. I wasn't able to put the whole thing inside my mouth; he's got it big, and I'm not great at it. But still managed to make him moan, and my tongue is sensitive - that's something I didn't know, and every time it twitches, a chill goes down my spine. He stops when he is almost there and pulls it out.
"Can I put it in now?" He asked while wearing a condom.
"Yes, I replied and sat on the bed.
He placed a pillow under my back and took off my panties, and started going down on me, and then gave me little cute pecks here and there. He is gentle yet so rough. I thought his hands would be soft like his lips, but they were rough and big. His fingers felt weird every time he rubbed them. And each kiss became more intense, and he slipped in a finger. It was a lot of sensation running through my body.
"You can put it in," I spoke. Wanting him to stop.
"Yeah, just a little bit more." He held my legs tight and inserted another finger and trusted in all possible spots until I moaned. I held back a couple of times when he hit the spot, but eventually I gave up resisting how I felt. He started focusing on that spot more and got faster.
"Dav. hmm, stop. No,w" I closed my eyes and squeezed his hand.
He got more excited and started using his mouth at the same time.
"Please stop.. I wanna pee.." I spoke, being embarrassed about saying it out loud.
He glanced at me for a second.
"Go on. It's a motel, so we don't have to worry about cleaning it up." He kept at it.
"That's not the issue," I replied, trying to get out.
He pulled me back and sucked it hard, making noises. I could feel his breath down there. And then I couldn't control.
"That's a lot," he was still playing with my pussy.
"I told you to stop." I covered my face.
"Are you embarrassed? Well sorry. I'll listen to you." He tried to pull my hand back while laughing.
"You know, you look so pretty right now." He smiled as he pressed his body to my stomach. He is wet. Did he get wet because of me or from me? I'm not sure.
He kept taking breaks and having small talks in the middle, and he kept going. I didn't realise how we had it going until the sun rose, and I fell asleep in the middle.
It was a bright sky, and Vicky walked up to me, smiled, and sat next to me. I'm not sure what he is doing, or what I'm doing; we are sitting with some distance between us. But I'm satisfied and happy from within.
"I liked talking to you outside of work." Vick smiled naturally. Those were the words he uttered that day. And woke me up from the dream.
It hurts, hurts so bad that the person I fell in love with for the first time is being taken away from me before I even got a chance, before I could get these feelings out of my chest. Before I could lose interest, it was all over before it was even started.
My anxious feelings and inability to handle sadness left me with so many complex feelings.
I grabbed alcohol from the table from last time. The exhaustion from last night and being on an empty stomach made me lightheaded.
I opened the door as I started to feel like I was having a panic attack. And I saw Vick surprised to see me. My anxiety only got worse. Now I literally felt like dying. Nothing mattered anymore. I can feel Vick carrying me somewhere.
I don't care if I'm dying or not. I don't know who thinks what of me. And I don't care if I'm a villain. If this is how I'm going to die, I don't want to have regrets.
I pulled Vicks's collar and kissed as I gasped for air.
"You are drunk," he said and pulled back.
And I kissed him again.
"I love you, Vick," I spoke and kissed again.
Is this a dream? If it is, I don't want to ever wake up.