It’s been years. I figured I was over Stacey. My heart says that is a lie. But I knew the moment she walked into my office how my body froze, and my heart dropped.
I can’t love Stacey. Harper has brought me something I’ve never felt. I’ve had sex, and I’ve never felt those feelings that Harper gives me. But I also have never felt feelings like the ones Stacey gives me.
Fuck!
“What do you want, Noah?” Stacey questions like she’s demanding and in a rush. “Do I even have to ask that question?”
My fingers dig into my palms thanks to the uncertainty she’s causing me. “You know how our ending happened. And you also know that I am with someone. Yet, you show up unannounced and expect to just leave after letting me know you are back in town?”
She fucking fighting back her smile! “Why would it matter if you knew I was back in town and single? What’s wrong with seeing me?”
My jaw hurts from how tight my teeth are pressing against each other. “Because. I…I don’t even have to explain myself, Stacey. You should explain yourself for being here.”
She slowly slides her finger down the doorframe while resting her body against it. “It’s amazing how the universe does everything it does. I got word that you were single, and on the same day, I saw an article about you being with another girl within mere moments after your breakup. Well, weeks. But for the media, it’s moments. I wanted to come to rescue you. But you already had your Cinderella.”
“Stop. Stace.”
Her eyes wave with anger, and she pushes off the doorframe. “Don’t fucking tell me to stop.”
And there it is. The girl I remember. The soft-spoken girl who can snap on the turn of a dime.
“I left YOU! Remember!” She roars in anger, pressing her finger against my chest. “And you begged and begged for me to stay. And one day you finally have the chance to take me back and you fucking don’t? Instead, you let months go by while slamming your dick into some random girl off the fucking street. Don’t use the excuse that I was in a relationship. You and I both know I’d drop anyone for you.”
The anger in her eyes reminds me of what I wanted so badly when it was her and I. She used to piss me off and even when Ivy was around, Stacey managed to recycle her anger into the most intense sex.
“So!” She returns to a softer tone. “Is it her or me, Noah?”
“You!” I blurt out loud and quickly widen my eyes. “I mean, her! I…damn it! We can’t do this. We had our chance. I fucking love you and always will…”
“Noah?” Harper's soft voice interrupts us. “What the fuck did I just walk in on?”
Fuck!
“Harper!” I say sternly and step away from Stacey. “This is…”
“I know who this is,” Harper interrupts with a confused look on her face. “Stacey. I can tell by the way the book portrays her. What did I just hear, Noah? Because I won’t do this.”
I shake my head. “No, babe. It’s not like that. It’s…”
“Tell her, Noah.” Stacey commands and turns her head to look at Harper. “He’s still in love with me. And he will always be in love with me. And I’m not trying to be a bitch. I’m just here to stop another fucked up situation. He was never meant to hook up with you.”
Harper lowers her head and shakes it while holding up her other hand like a stop sign to stop Stacey from talking. “I’m well aware of what Noah should and shouldn’t be doing. I don’t know you. I’m surprised you’re so open to admitting all of this to Noah’s girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Stacey scoffs. “And I am willing to be so blunt because Noah was never supposed to break up with Ivy. And if he did…”
“He’d be yours,” Harper interjects, and I can see the disgust and confusion painted across her face. “I read the book. Up until the ending. I still have a few chapters, but what I read…Noah, why?”
“It’s not like that, babe. I love you. You and I changed that chapter of the book. If I had to rewrite it, it would say how I fell in love with you.”
“Is that true?” Stacey interrupts, just as confused. “Because you stopped me from leaving, and if Harper hadn’t walked in, I don’t think even YOU realized you were about to kiss me.”
“I was not,” I argue while fighting to swallow the giant knot rapidly building in my throat. “I was trying to…”
Shit! What was I trying to do?
My heart pounds, my head hurts, my mind is wildly confused, my stomach twists, and I have two girls whom I believe I am in love with. Is it possible to be in love with two people?
“Just stop!” I exclaim, anger radiating from my tone. “Nothing changes! Sorry, Stacey. But I’m in love with Harper. Harper. You need to stop worrying. I’m with you and you only. Stacey is a part of my past.”
“Then kiss her,” Harper commands.
My heart drops even further, and my eyes widen as I press against the edge of my desk. “What? N…No! Why the fuck?”
“Kiss her,” Harper commands again, with anger growing in her tone this time. “If Stacey is a thing of the past, then you should be able to kiss her with no feelings. And I guess I shouldn’t say that. Because we’ve already established that you will always love her, so maybe there is that. But you should be able to kiss her and not feel what you feel with me.”
“She’s right.” Stacey excitedly adds. “If you feel nothing, then just continue what you were about to do before she walked in.”
I raise my head toward the ceiling and exhale a defeated-sounding breath. “I wasn’t going to kiss you, Stacey!”
“Yes!” She argues. “You were!”
“Do it, Noah.” Harper commands, and I can hear the wild uncertainty in her tone. She doesn’t want me to kiss Stacey. But she needs to know. She wants to feel what the book makes her feel. She wants to know if my love for Stacey is still just as strong years later.
I look at Harper with a fake disgusted look. “Do you want me to kiss her to see if there’s something there or so you can get turned on by me kissing the character in my book?”
Her eyes glow with anger. “Do you want me to fucking leave and break up with you right now?”
“No,” I say sternly and turn toward Stacey. “Fuck it.”
Stacey leans in, our lips colliding like fire and ice. The sweet taste of her cherry-flavored breath mint still lingers on her breath, and it drives me fucking wild.
She parts her lips, allowing my tongue to slide into her inviting mouth while my cock fills with ravenous hunger. It’s her fucking lips! The soft feel of her warm and inviting lips has always been the anchor between her and me. There’s something about the way her lips and body feel the same, and it is like I could sink every part of me into her.
She slides her hands along my arms and slips her fingers into mine, intertwining them together. My cock cannot manage the pressure building inside of it. My pants feel like they are fighting like a sealed door filling with water and bowing inward. This girl changed the course of my life, and I thought that was it, but here she is sending the same fucking signals to my body.
Her body presses hard against mine as she kisses me deeper, harder, and passionately like she’s not getting enough and reaching for more. My back presses against my desk, her forcing me to lean in.
My world is lost, and I’ve fallen into hers. It’s not a good thing. I’m in love with Harper. Even though Stacey is my fucking kryptonite, I am in love with Harper. I choose Harper!
I peel my lips off Stacey’s, pushing her away and looking toward the door. “Harper, I choose…” I pause. Harper is gone.
Fuck!
“God damn it!” I roar in anger, quickly moving Stacey to the side.
“Who do you choose?” Stacey stops me. “Who are you in love with, Noah? I need to know.”
I lower my head. “I’m always going to be in love with you, Stacey. You were my unexpected mistake. But my answer should be obvious as to who I choose?”
She narrows her eyes with a confused look in her expression. “How so?”
I look into the hallway. “Who am I chasing?”
“Harper.” She answers, and her eyes widen with a realization. The realization that I’m not choosing her. “I see.”
“I love you, Stacey. But you kind of just showed up out of the middle of nowhere, expecting us to go back to what we had. And I want it to happen. I want you! You have no idea what that kiss just did for me. But…life doesn’t work the way we want it to. Everything in my life was working out, and magically, in two hours, you’ve created this giant crater in my life like an asteroid hitting Earth.”
She gestures her head. “What if that’s it between you and Harper? What if she left because she felt what she didn’t want to feel?”
“She didn’t feel us,” I argue.
“Are you kidding?” she scoffs with disbelief. “Babe. I felt everything. I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this office with that massive thing in your pants trying to bust out. Don’t play dumb. You felt the connection. Fuck! There is always a connection with us. So, I’m asking. Are you choosing me if she’s gone? Or are you going to fight for her?”
God damn it! “Wait here!”
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