Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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♫ summer games by drake ♫
She had never done something like this before. Sure, there were other dates, various hookups with short-term boyfriends. But never a one-night stand. And yet, Cora wasn't exactly sure where to go from this exact moment.
Here she was, seated against a headboard with some stranger's blanket covering up her body despite the fact that the stranger wasn't even around to see her. He was nobody, at least that's the way she wanted to believe it. Just some random guy with handsome features that treated her to tequila shots and mozzarella sticks on the side of town no girl such as herself should be on.
Was it a risk? Absolutely. But in the matter of ridding Greta's words out of her head, the risk had seemed to be worth it. From her dress, purse and boots strewn across the bedroom floor, to the bottle of Jack Daniels and Trojan Magnums adorned atop his nightstand, it didn't take much for Cora to recall past the hangover and straight to the sloppy, sexual endeavors she even impressed herself with doing.
But just as the moment to herself could get any longer, music from Drake's summer album soothed through the spaces down the hallway, and only got louder as the stranger waltzed. What little light from the morning had pierced through the open curtains of his bedroom window seemed to have favored shimmering the droplets of water hanging over his skin.
Melanin glistened across the hard pecs and chiseled abs of his torso. His muscular frame had a way of making her mouth water, though not as much as his exposure of his strong, firm back and his butt right below it. But it was when his member dangled between his thighs in its resting, yet thick structure, did Cora's jaw absentmindedly opened with fear and exhilaration.
He was gorgeous. His dick looked magnificent. And in every measure, Cora had impressed herself all too gradually. After today, no matter what jokes Greta or Kelly would throw her way, she'll never feel like the kid sister in the relationship anymore. She was a certified sex goddess and downright bad bitch and no one will tell her otherwise.
And yet, even in her confidence, there was nothing keeping Cora from herself, even in the way she talked.
"So did they give you a name with all those rippling pectorals?"
And just as she caught herself, a red hot flush of humiliation waved over her cheeks before she looked down out of sheer embarrassment. "Oh my God, I sound like I'm fifteen, I'm sorry..."
He laughed, which she half-expected. But still, he surprised her. "So sexy as hell and quotes Disney movies. Think I found a keeper."
That blush lingered, even after he settled the fire in her cheeks. "Thank you for not letting myself be too embarrassed."
"Hey girl, don't sweat it." He told her so suavely as his voice oozed with a sweet bass that was just in between the realm of dominant and tender. "It was either gonna be you or I would've ended up hitting you with something from Moana."
