After Hours

Part Two

A week later ... Austin suggested a barbecue at their new home for a house warming. Rylie hated the idea because the house wasn't ready. It ended in arguing and resulting to Austin getting his way.

Rylie

I come home to find at least half the people from the firm in my backyard. I look around to find my husband and Brooklyn flirting. Of course.

I run upstairs and find a short dress. I finally find a black, short, tight dress and I put it on.

I walk downstairs and grab a bottle of vodka. I need to drink. I need to pretend like my husband loves me. I need this to go away.

You know what, I'm not staying here. I'm 29 years old, i'm going out. I start walking out not paying attention to where i'm going and I'm lightly dancing to the loud music, and I run into something firm.

I look up and the eye's I'm met with is none other than Jason Thomas.

"Oh hey!" He looks down at what i'm wearing and makes a face.

"Where are you going, Rylie?" I grab onto his arm and lead him inside.

"I'm going to the club, don't worry my day off is tomorrow. If my husband asks where i'm at which he won't, just tell him I'm at Ginas."

"Okay." He sighs as I get into my car and drive off. This should be fun.

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I walk into the club and its around 8:30. I haven't been to a club since I married Austin. God, I missed this. I missed the energy. I head over straight to the bar and get a couple shots. Once I've had enough that i'm feeling a buzz I head to the dance floor.

I'm by myself so it's a little less fun. I'm about 2 songs' in when I feel a pair of hands on me. You know what. If Austin wants to flirt with Brooklyn, he can. I'm fine doing this.

A more heated song come's on and I slowly start grinding.

Jasons Pov:

Okay, I admit it was a little much to follow her, but I needed to look out for her. Yes, I've only known the women for about a week and a half, but I don't want her doing anything stupid.

That damn dress she had on was too short and too revealing. Any man with eye's will be all over her. Her breasts are practically hanging out and her dress is so short and tight. She look's amazing, but no rando at the club should try to fuck her or actually fuck her.

Austin may not care about his wife but i'll be damned if I let it happen.

She's just had a few drinks, not too many. But she's also most likely a lightweight, she can't be over 115. She moves to the dance floor where she dances alone.

I wish I could dance with her. God, I wish I could do a lot of things with her.

About two or three songs in a man comes behind her. He grabs her waist and feels her up. The sight of that actually makes me want to vomit.

She goes and grabs a few more drinks. The hard shit.

She grinds down on him when a sexier based song comes on.

He says something to her, and he leads her to what seems to be a bathroom. Oh hell no.

"Hey man, I'm gonna need you to let her go. Now!" I pin him to the wall.

"Look dude, I was just tryna fuck I didn't know she was here with someone." He pleads

"Jason?! What the fuck?" She yells over the loud music.

"Get the hell out of my sight." I shake him once more.

I grab Rylie's hand and lead her to my car.

"What the fuck?" She yells.

"I could ask the same thing." I look down to her dress that almost exposes her whole breast.

"What was that?!" She slurs.

"No, what was that." I fight back.

"You have no right. Just because you're my boss doesn't make you my dad or something." She turns to face me.

"God, if you were mine, you ass would be red and bruised for weeks. Wearing a dress like that on top of all of this." Not that the dress looks bad on her, it just shouldn't be seen on her publicly. Prying eyes on her perfect body.

"If you were that focused on what was yours, you would've noticed that your wife has been flirting with my husband."

"You could've fucked up your marriage." I avoid her statement.

"I don't care about my marriage." She says in a whisper tone.

"Let's get you home." I let out.

She locks her eyes with mine. She leans in and kisses me. Soft but with passion. Running her delicate finger's through my hair.

"You said if I were yours, show me what it's like. Show me." She kisses me again, this time deeper.

She moves over to straddle me. Her dress rides all the way up to completely show her underwear.

It takes everything in me to not touch her, and to pull her off and away from me.

"Ry, we can't do this." She gets off of me.

"Right, you uhm- have a wife. I'm going to go now." She gets out my car.

"Rylie! Rylie! What are you doing." I run after her.

"Calling an uber. Look i'm sorry. Let's just pretend it never happened." I pull her arm and pull her into a kiss.

"It's not because I don't want to, Rylie. It's because it's wrong. We're both married." I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and stroke her cheek."

"Let me go, i'll be fine." She pulls away from me.

"Let me drive you home, please." She follows me back to my car and gets in the back seat out of my view.

"Please don't ignore me. I can't take that." I say irritated.

"I am not ignoring you. I kissed you, I'm embarrassed." She slurs.

"Rye, I told you. It's wrong, it's not that I didn't enjoy the feeling of your body on mine, because I did. But I can't touch you."

"Oh, but it's fine that my husband eye-fucks your wife every day. That I have to deal with the comparison of her. Shes gorgeous how could I compete with that? She's everything and more that I'm not. You know you shouldn't have followed me." She drunkenly rants.

"Why? Did you want that random guy to fuck you? Are you trying to find attention from another man because Austin won't give it to you?" I ask. I want to understand her. Why would she leave our work-place barbeque to go out and get drunk all to have sex with a random man.

"I just want someone to want me." Her words crumble my heart.

"And I'm drunk and you clearly know I've had the hots for you now." She bangs her head up against the window.

"You're just drunk and feeling lonely. Don't worry, you won't remember any of this, you're too drunk." I chuckle.

I drop her off. Everyone left the barbeque. It's about 12:30.

Her lips, they were so soft.

I can't believe what utterly stupid thing I just did. I just cheated on my wife. I'm not a teenager in a two-week relationship anymore, I'm married! She's a bad influence. I have to stay away from her in order to protect my marriage, and her own.

But what if she's right. Has Brook been flirting with Austin? Would she betray me in that matter? No, she knows better. She knows there's too much at stake.

However, I'll never forgive myself if I don't pay more attention to the matter. I don't even really know Rylie. I know I'm attracted to her, damn her, but also, I don't know if she's just trying to start problems like Austin has said. Or, would my best friend go after my wife?