The One

Spill the teas

Everything happened quickly, and it was the night before the trip. As usual, the family planned to have dinner together and then relax in the family room before heading to bed.

"Hey, sissy, are you done packing?!" Karol called as she barged into her sister's bedroom, where her sister was still on the phone. Sharon pointed to her bed, indicating she wanted her to stay, and held up five fingers, signalling she would finish the call in five minutes.

She sat down on the bed, waiting for her sister to finish.

"No, listen, it's over, okay? It was just a one-night stand, nothing more," Sharon said into the phone.

"I can't believe this."

"No, you need to listen, you idiot."

"Absolutely not."

"Go to hell!"

"For goodness' sake, this isn't about buying my affection. I have money too, so stop bragging!"

"Yes! You're just a rebound!"

"I'm not playing games here."

"For pity's sake, get it through your head!"

"YOU. ARE. A. REBOUND!"

"I've made it clear: it was just a one-night stand!"

"I've told you a million times to leave me alone!"

"Gosh, aren't you tough? You need to stop this crap. If you keep annoying me, you'll wish you hadn't," Sharon finally said, ending the call with annoyance etched on her face.

"Seriously, sissy, I don't get why men are so complicated. Can't they just be happy that a woman wants no strings attached?" Sharon said, looking at her sister and tossing her phone aside to continue ranting.

"Just casual sex and then goodbye—no attachments. No one loses anything. What a complicated guy, worse than a woman!"

Karol looked at her sister with a soft smile. "What's with the guy? Rebound? As far as I know, you didn't get your heart broken or have a serious relationship. Care to elaborate?"

"Of course, you know all about my previous relationships. I just said that to annoy him, that's all. Remember when my colleague and I went to that newly opened club in CAlley last weekend?"

Sharon looked at her sister, who nodded.

"Well, this guy is the co-owner of CBai Club." She rolled her eyes.

"Then what? Did he try to win you over with material things, saying, 'I'll buy you anything you want'?"

She couldn't help but roll her eyes too, making a mock vomit expression.

"Yes! Exactly! As if I needed his money. He called me for five days straight to get me to say yes, including today. He keeps asking me out for lunch or dinner, wanting to hang out, which I DO NOT WANT AT ALL. We had sex once, and now he's following me around as if we're an item. Dude, you don't know me, and I don't know you that well. Well, that's not entirely true; I did run a background check on him, and it's shocking."

"Why? What's shocking? What did you find? This is getting juicy!"

"Apparently, he's a big shot making six to seven digits, but he does it illegally. He's involved in human trafficking and black market organ dealing. He's not huge in that field, but he earns a lot, demanding big cash."

Sharon shook her head in disapproval. "And you slept with a guy who makes illegal money? What an epic sister I have!" She laughed maniacally, clapping her hands.

"Hey, in my defence, I didn't know about his shady dealings. I mean, he looked decent, and that night I was horny. Plus, he was an easy target—the only good-looking guy around, so why not? Let me tell you, his dick was thick but not the size I hoped for. When I saw him in those skinny jeans, I thought he'd be better endowed. But no, he was just... okay, short in length."

Sharon burst into laughter, remembering the ridiculous one-night stand, giving her sister a judgemental stare for her disappointment.

"So, did you walk out on him after the sex?"

"Of course, after the sex, it was just so boring. He's that typical type who only thinks about his own satisfaction, you know? That selfish chap who comes does his business, and either passes out or leaves the woman feeling abandoned. I absolutely refuse to be that sort of woman! It's like, why not make him the bottom for a change? I could teach him a thing or two about pleasure—literally rode him like there was no tomorrow and made him climax twice while I was in control. But honestly, it was tedious, because I was doing all the work. I mean, I can be dominant, sure, but it's meant to be a give-and-take experience, isn't it? With him, though, it's just... ugh, he's that annoying bloke who's addicted to sex and thinks he's a devil in the sheets, but he hasn't a clue about real pleasure.

"Urgh! The type of man who thinks he's dominant but is genuinely clueless! I mean, I do appreciate a dominant male; it's thrilling, but there are moments when we get to be in charge, doing our own little dance of dominance."

Karol smirked, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, "I hope we both find ourselves a hot partner—someone intimidating but also a total softy inside. Can you imagine? That would be so cute!" She playfully jabbed the bolster as if imagining her ideal partner's reaction.

"I'd love that, but let's be real—I need to find my man soon!" She sighed, glancing pensively at the ceiling. "I'm nearly thirty in a couple of years, and the ticking clock is starting to echo louder. It's high time I meet 'The One.'"

"Then let's make it our mission to find some hot guys during this trip!" Sharon quipped, exchanging suggestive glances with her sister.