ADDY SIMON 1

S I M O N

—The previous night—

The girl appeared out of nowhere, and I was immediately smitten. My blood shot through my veins like fire. My head turned like it hadn't turned in, well, ever. I'd noticed her the moment she walked into the elegant, low-lit bar off to the side of the restaurant. Capistrano's was a high-end fucking establishment, and she was dressed accordingly. She was dressed for the occasion. That little black dress she's wearing clung to every luscious curve, taunting high across her creamy thighs like a second skin. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her bare shoulders and the flimsy straps of her dress, and her red, pouty lips were so fucking enticing that my cock throbbed between my thighs. I'd just finished dinner, but I was fucking starving. I was young, successful, and I exercised. I was a well-paid doctor who was also single. I should've been bedding women every night, I know. And if you watch too many medical dramas on television, you might believe it. But the reality of the situation was that I chased my job, not pussy. I knew women were looking at me; I wasn't deafeningly deafening But I didn't have time for that. I wasn't even interested in the casual. That night, however, everything has changed. She ambled towards an empty seat at the bar, but I was up and walking towards her in a fraction of a second. I'd seen what I liked and knew what I wanted. Like I said, I did not have enough time for women, but I knew in a split second that I'd make all the damn time in the world for her. I'd approached her with intent, my gaze fixed on her and my jaw clenched. She turned, and when she saw me and the heat in my stare, she came to a halt, her cheeks turning red. I strolled right up to her, brushing aside another woman who approached me with a look that suggested she wanted to make small talk, brushing aside the waiter — hell, I'd have shoved aside the universe for her. And then I was standing directly in front of her, doing as much as I could not to wrap my arms around her, pull her close, and kiss her with all my might. "Hello," she'd said, her pulse racing in the hollow of her neck as her big, hazel eyes swept over me. When her soft tongue darted out to wet those pouty lips, I felt my pulse quicken and my muscles stiffen. "Are you here by yourself?" She'd blushed even more, stuttering to say something before simply nodding. “Yes.” “Good.” When I said it, she silently whimpered, and when I moved closer to her, almost touching her, she didn't move back. ...She moved in with me. Then I growled, and as my hand slid around her waist, I could hear her breath catch discreetly. "What is your name?" " I'd breathed, my hand sliding across her waist as we moved together. Her eyes were dazzling and heavy with lust as she peered into mine. "Does it even matter?" She spoke softly. "It certainly will." "However, not right now." "Not right now," I'd growled, wrapping my arms around her. I'd never moved so quickly before. I'd never been completely taken aback by a woman before, and definitely not in such a short period of time. Her stunningly beautiful eyes pierced into my dark ones, and her sweet, pouty, enticing lips parted just enough to make me want to claim them. "Permit me to buy you a—" She'd then kissed me. She'd wrapped her arms around my neck, dragged me down, and crushed those perfect, soft lips of hers against mine. My entire world had been flipped upside down when she kissed me. I moaned as I drew her against me, not caring that we were in a bar, no matter how dark it was. My hand glided around her waist, trying to pull her body tight against mine as I kissed her hard enough to bruise her. She started moaning into my mouth, a hungry and sweet, sultry yet innocent sound that swelled my cock hard as a rock in seconds. My grip on her tightened, our bodies trying to grind each other as our lips sealed and tongues danced. I could feel her legs trying to spread ever so slightly around my thigh, and when I felt the raw heat between her legs, I thought I'd fucked myself. I'd never moved that quickly before, as I'd previously stated. Because of my job, I hadn't had much interest in women in years. But that night, I was motivated to go to the ends of the earth to be with her. That night, she was the only thing that really matters in the entire universe. And then it'd all come crashing down in the blink of the eye. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swelled up from my kiss. She'd glanced up at me, disturbed her head, and muttered something akin to "sorry." She dashed out of the bar and out the front door to Capistrano's before I could stop her. Of course, I'd decided to follow. But all I'd discovered outside were yellow cabs, rain, and a sea of complete strangers. In the blink of an eye, she'd waltzed into my world, shook it to its core, and then left me devastated. But I'd already had a taste of perfection. And I didn't care how long it took, I was going to find her again. I was aware of it. And when I did, I would never let her go again.