Ten Years Later

Chapter 6

A glance in the mirror brings a grin to my face.

This outfit never failed to make me feel as if I could take on the world. The gold bracelet that wraps around my wrist accents my strapless green dress as my favorite boot-like wedges give me a few inch's boost. My hair laid elegantly over my shoulders in its natural blonde curls, glowing a soft gold in the light of my foyer. With my makeup done in soft browns and tan, I felt as if my natural beauty shone through.

Grabbing my mascara tube, I add a light layer over my eyelashes to make my green eyes really pop, chewing on my lip as I lean back and remember the first time I stopped using excessive amounts of makeup.

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The cold tile floor bites into the pads of my feet as I run through my bathroom to the toilet, keeling over and letting loose yesterday's stomach contents. When there is nothing left to heave, I sit back on my heels, taking in deep breaths. My head throbs from the excessive quantity of alcohol I consumed last night.

Getting up from the floor, I turn the shower on and step into the cold spray, having already been naked. The arctic water flushes my skin red as I scrub my body clean. I shut off the water, step out, and grab a towel, noticing Wilder standing in front of my mirror and trying to tame his curls.

A soft, flirtatious giggle escapes my lips as I walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Standing on my tip toes, I lean up to feather kisses along his neck.

"What do you say we go for another round before you leave, baby?" I whisper seductively in his ear as I inch my hand down his abs lower and lower.

Wilder's breath comes out in quiet puffs the lower and lower my hand goes but he grabs it before I reach my goal.

Turning, Wilder gives me his signature smirk as he speaks, "I don't have time. I'm a busy man, Mace. I have things to do and people to see."

Pouting, I run my hand over his pecks as I press my chest against him.

"You don't even have time for a quickie? You know how fast I can be, baby. I always get the job done."

Tracing my finger between the crevices of his six pack, I reach the dusting of brown hair that runs in a nice trail right to where I want.

Wilder backs up walks to where his underwear lay in a crumpled pile on the floor, speaking over his shoulder, "I said no."

Sighing, I go to my closet and pull out my favorite thong and matching bra, putting them on and pulling a short white dress on over. My underwear could be seen when I bent over in this dress and it was another one of my favorite outfits.

Walking out, I enter my bathroom, glossing over my lips and painting mascara on my eyelashes.

In the mirror, I watch as Wilder walks in and grabs the shirt we discarded on the ground last night. Fixing it over his torso, Wilder walks to me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my back flush against his front.

Leaning down, he whispers, "You were good last night."

I push my butt against his crotch and whisper, "I could do better."

He chuckles but lets go of me, walking to the bathroom door and pulling it open.

Stopping, he looks back at me with his blue eyes and gives me his award winning grin, "You look beautiful by the way. You don't need a whole lot of makeup, if any."

With that, Wilder turns and leaves, not glancing back.

I turn to my bathroom mirror, studying myself while chewing on my lip. Reaching a hand out, I begin to grab my concealer but stop.