Diary of a Siren | IN PROGRESS

Matthew

Scarlett can not handle her liquor one bit. Another Friday night crashed on my guest bed after I carried her ass from the bar.

Jared the doorman just shakes his head and laughs, "You girls party too hard," as we stumble from the taxi and into the foyer.

"You see nothing," I say to him with a Jedi wave and a smile.

Jared has been the doorman here for as long as I have lived in Hudson Yards. Scarlet thinks my apartment building is a waste of money. Thinks I shouldn't live somewhere so lavish on my own. I bet she thinks I get paid a shit tonne to afford the rent per month, but little does she know Great-grandpa Les only had one great-granddaughter—well only loved one great-granddaughter. I'm just lucky that he died and left a small fortune to myself and my mother.

I exhale. My mother. No-longer-with-us. And that's all you get.

So naturally, I inherited it all. But Scarlet doesn't need to know all that. She can keep on thinking that I get paid a shit load to write in a magazine, or maybe she thinks I get paid for sex. Dear God, I hope she doesn't think that.

She is still passed out. Too many Jose Cuervo's, even though she was the one that ordered and paid for them all. The stupid girl doesn't realize she could get free drinks out of guys. I save money there too as I don't drink. Lucky me again as I have a sobering factor in my life—the father. No not the father of my child, but my father. The drunken sailor. No literally, when my mother died, my father ran off and became a fisherman who abuses his new wife when he is in his drunken rampages. She will call from time to time, saying she has had enough but keeps going back to him. Good. I can't deal with him. I won't. Not anymore.

It's early—4 am. We got home only an hour ago from the bar, but I can't sleep. I need a distraction. A couple of floors down is the gym, and it's decent. I slip out of my LBD and into some yoga pants, and a crop top.

No one here, fabulous. I get onto one of the bikes, but not before grabbing the Cosmo magazine sitting in the rack at the entrance.

It's always good to scope out the competition, just another way of researching. I avoid the sex column in this magazine because I already know I do it better. My mind drifts off to earlier—no not at the club—in the elevator. I don't usually think this much about my conquests. God, that's not the right word...

I usually take note in my daybook after meeting guys, but very rarely do I add anything about the positions I had them in, well, in this case, positions he had me in. It was nice to not have complete control over the situation. Apart from when he came, I made sure I had full control of when that shit happened.

People have started to waltz into the gym as I shake myself back to reality and out of my sex-crazed daydreams—another uncharacteristic thing for me. I don't tend to linger.

Mmm... Matthew is here. Must be getting a quick workout in before he heads off to do business. He didn't bring Melanie today—good, because when she's here she is too concerned about taking selfies in the damn mirror.

Each pull-down makes the muscles in his back rise like a mountain ridge. He's no body-builder. Thank God, because that's a big turn off—Yes, I have standards. The definition of his body is more so when he is pulling down or pulling up the weight. It's just enough though to think about running my hands over that washboard of a stomach. Oh, you think he is shirtless right now? No, he isn't unfortunately, but I can see all I need to see through that sweat-soaked singlet of his.

Shit—he's on the floor now and I'm getting wetter the more he throws that weight around. I have to bite my lip—hard—hard enough to distract her down there, or I might climax on this bike. Come to think of it, the vibrations from the pedals moving faster is not helping either. I get down and move onto the floor a few feet from Matthew. As he twists back and forth, I try to remove my eyes and concentrate on my own stretches. The frenzied feeling between my legs will calm when I stop looking at him and make him look at me. I know it will.