Falling For EZ

At The Bar*

Two weeks ago, you broke up with your boyfriend of 5 years. Turns out relationships aren't meant to last when one party is sleeping with half of Santo Padre. Funny how that works.

You moped around for awhile, mostly while packing up his things from the house the two of you had shared for almost 3 years. You had been completely blindsided when his latest conquest had shown up on your doorstep, looking for him. His excuse, that you'd been together too long and were boring pussy now, had really fucked with your head. You weren't vanilla, and you had sex regularly, so you didn't see the problem coming.

Thankfully, you'd bought the house before meeting your ex, so there was no question of who was going to move out. You didn't anticipate how daunting and freeing it could feel to be single. You hadn't been unhappy in your relationship, but splitting up had given you a clarity you didn't know you were lacking. This was a good thing. And now that you'd taken a couple weeks to process, you were ready to say "fuck off" to him and his drama.

Your friends had been understanding and sweet. They'd taken turns coming over to drink too much wine and eat ice cream while shit-talking your ex. They'd given you time to deal. And now, they insisted that you go have a good time. So, here you were. At a bar with your friends. It was Friday night and you were ready to let loose. You'd dressed in your hottest little black dress. Strapless, skin-tight and just the right amount of cleavage. Stilettos on your feet, and a perfect smoky eye. Oh yeah, you looked hot today. You hadn't gotten dressed up and gone out in a long time. Your ex didn't like to go to bars or clubs, and didn't like when you went with your friends.

You were 4 shots in when the hottest guy you've ever seen walked through the door, with 3 other hot guys. You were sober enough to know you wanted to take the super hot one for a ride, and just drunk enough to have the balls to approach him.

Your friends obviously thought you needed to get laid, because they turned to you and told you to call dibs before they introduced themselves. But, before you did, they wanted to guess which one caught your eye. You must've been obvious when you saw him, because they were 3 for 3 on guessing you wanted super hottie.

You were feeling bold, so instead of being coy and flirting, you decided to be upfront with him. You walked over to the table they were sitting at, right to his side. He gave you a once over and smiled.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Hi. I'm y/n. I'm gonna be totally honest with you here. You are the hottest guy I have ever seen, and I'd very much like to take you home with me."

"Shit, baby. Yes, please."

"What are we waiting for?"

He smiled, stood up and reached for your hand. When you looked at your friends, they all had shit-eating grins on their faces. You looked at super hottie.

"I gotta grab my purse and let my friends know I'm leaving."

"No problem, querida."

You smiled and walked over to them. They were all giggling and smiling at you.

"Girl, get you some. He's fucking hot."

"I'm calling dibs on the hottie that was next to him."

You laughed at them and grabbed your purse.

"Don't get into too much trouble, ladies."

You walked back over to him and smiled. He reached for your hand and laced your fingers. As you walked toward the exit, he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

"I'm Ezekiel. Everyone calls me EZ."

"I feel like there's a dirty joke in there somewhere," you said with a laugh. He chuckled and smiled at you.