Guilty Pleasure

Off-limits

Aubrey was divine. Amazing. Wonderful. Gorgeous. Ideal.

But most of all he was off-limits. Absolutely off-limits on so many levels and yet it only made it hotter. He was dating one of her closest friends. First he was Onika's crush, then Onika's boyfriend, finally Onika's fiancé . He didn't belong to Robyn. Most of the time.

He was hers sometimes, on rare occasions and in secret. It wasn't innocent nor one-sided. Not anymore.

But he was always with Onika. Always... Until suddenly he wasn't, their p e r f e c t, little relationship ended abruptly 4 months before their planned wedding. But Robyn knew it still wouldn't be right to be together. There was the glass barrier between them, their love was unrealistic. She didn't want to fight or hurt her longtime friend, Onika was still in love with him. So was Robyn.

She panicked and swiftly tried to move one, she walked away from him, then moved away to London, finally she got into a serious relationship. She was living a fairytale romance. Or so she thought.

The last time they saw each other she was 29 and it was a warm Summer in Los Angeles. It was at a mutual friend birthday party and Aubrey eye-raped her with his new girlfriend standing next to him. He undressed her in his own unique way. Taking off layer after layer of clothing and seeing her completely naked. Without a word. Just a look. That time, they only hugged, a simple hug in greeting, but Robyn felt hot and sticky all night, until she went to the hotel to shower that the burn was off her. For several days later the images of Aubrey and Imaan assaulted her and, no matter how many times her fiancé fucked her, the visions invaded her over and over again.

So when she found him walking towards her nearly three years later at another party in New York, she would never admit to hope that her blood red lipstick was still in place, her black waves were perfect and that he liked her pink, short dress.

"Fenty" he said, whiskey in hand, velvet voice, and eyes like dark chocolate.

"Now it's Jameel" she replied, drinking her white wine, looking around because his eyes were wrong. So very wrong. Possessive. Strict. A little on the crazy side. They evoked things in her that she had buried long ago.

"Married?" he asked, not a hint of anything in his voice. This pissed her off. 

She nodded "Two years ago"

"Divorced?"

"Next week" she admitted. What was the point of lying?

"Shame" he said, sipping his drink.

"Divorced?" She questioned him in return.

"Twice" he admitted. This she knew.

"Happy?" She asked.

"Not a chance" He looked down at her and she couldn't avoid his eyes anymore.

"I'll take you home tonight"

Take me wherever you're going, she thought.

"If you're lucky" She winked and walked away adding a bit more swagger to her hips and feeling that he was watching her, eye-fucking her. Damn him.

Robyn was having a great time drinking and socializing with old friends until she saw Aubrey with some redhead going to the garden. Immediately she left her flute, and went after them leaving Katy and Orlando confused.

Fuck it. She was going to fight.

She found them quickly, by the wall, his hand halfway up her dress, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Robyn grabbed other woman arm and pulled her off him. Because he was hers.