Prologue

I watched the people around me having a good time as I chugged down drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar, but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares, probably because of my attire. I mean, of course it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of day.

Well, fuck off, people! I have my reasons.

"Keep 'em coming," I yelled to the bartender, continuing to tap my feet to the music that was faintly ringing in my ears.

"You better have a ride back home, young man." He placed the drink before me with a worried look on his face, and I scoffed thinking about how I had nobody to drive me home, nobody to love me.

"One long island iced tea, please." I heard a sexy voice beside me and caught a whiff of some pleasantly flowery smell. If it had been any other day, I would have checked the chick out, maybe even tried to flirt with her, but I was too drunk and hurt to even bother.

I kept sipping on my drink quietly and noticed that the woman had taken a seat on the chair beside me. She started to go through her phone, and I couldn't help but notice her long fingers, with painted red nails, tapping away furiously on the screen. From the corner of my eye, I saw that she had shoulder-length chestnut brown hair that hid her face. She was wearing a red dress that ended at her thighs. I shook my head and turned my focus back to my drink.

"Some wedding, huh?" I heard that same sexy voice and turned to my side to find her talking to me. I blinked twice, trying to see her clearly through my blurred vision. Fuck, she was smoking hot, with big hazel brown eyes and plump lips, which were painted red to match her dress. Her olive skin looked so smooth, like silk, and I swallowed hard, shaking my head to try to get rid of my inappropriate thoughts.

"Hello?" She waved her hand in front of my face, and I coughed a bit, trying to hide my embarrassment.

Fuck, she must think I'm some creepy pervert.

But, hey, I am a guy after all.

"Uhh…sorry…I'm a little out of sorts," I muttered, focusing on my drink.

"Yeah, I can tell. You're depressing the entire bar," she replied with a hint of humor, making me raise my eyebrows at her bold and confident tone.

"Let me guess, you're in love with the bride," she continued, and I jerked my head towards her in surprise.

How the hell did she figure that out?

"Or the groom. No judgments here," she added, making me chuckle a bit.

"I'm not gay," I replied dryly, loosening my tie a little.

"Kinda figured that when you kept staring at me." She smirked while I let out a huge breath.

Fuck, she's good.

"Well, you guessed right. I'm in love with a girl who can never be mine," I sighed in defeat, and for some reason, it felt good to say it out loud to a total stranger.

"Why go to her wedding in the first place?" she asked, looking at me like I was crazy.

"She's my best friend," I stated, and her eyes went wide.

"Damn, that must be brutal." She kept playing with the straw in her drink.

"No shit," I scoffed and looked at her. She crossed her legs, revealing more of her smooth skin, making my cock twitch, and that's when a crazy idea popped into my head.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but do you wanna fuck?" I asked without any shame. She was taken aback by my directness.

"Wow, that was super quick." She flipped her hair, showing a glimpse of her cleavage. I needed some kind of distraction to get Rebecca off my mind, and the drinks were not helping at all.

"I don't hear you saying no." I smirked while she bit her lip as if contemplating whether or not to turn down my offer.

"Come on, I just want to get her off my mind. It doesn't have to mean anything. I'll probably forget about this whole thing in the morning anyway. It's just a one-time thing," I urged, trying to convince her. She got down from her seat and came closer to me. For a spilt second, I thought she was going to slap me or something, and my breath hitched at our closeness.

Fuck, she was such a temptress!

"Follow me," she whispered against my ear and kept walking.

Okay, that was unexpected.

I followed her like a lost puppy, watching her sexy ass sway as she walked in front of me. I felt myself getting hard. This was the kind of distraction I needed. We reached the parking lot and got into her car immediately. I was too drunk to register anything that was happening. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing, but I didn't care.

"You wanna do it in the car?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Gross, we're going back to my apartment." She rolled her eyes and started the car while I lay back on the seat lazily.

"Today is your lucky day, woman. I'm going to fuck you so hard that no man is ever going to satisfy you the same way again," I declared after a while, and she just laughed, shaking her head. By the time we reached her apartment, I had sobered up a bit.

Once we made our way to her door, me in my half-drunken state, she unlocked it. I pushed her against the wall immediately and kicked the door closed behind me. I started kissing her lips, and she started to respond with the same need.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this," she moaned as I squeezed her boobs over her dress before pushing it down, freeing them while I nibbled on her earlobes. Fuck, they were perfect, and she smelled so damn good. I latched on to one of her nipples and rolled my tongue over her erect bud while my left hand pushed her dress up above her ass. I parted her legs with my hands roughly and ran my fingers along the inside of her smooth sexy thighs, making her moan out loud.

"God, you're so fucking hot," I groaned, slipping my hand inside her panties, which were already soaked. She was so damn wet.

Looks like someone's been having naughty thoughts all evening.

She quickly removed my coat and ripped open my shirt, making the buttons fly in all directions. I started to unbuckle my belt and removed my pants.

"Like what you see?" I smirked as she kept staring at my body. She licked her lips.

"You wish. I've seen better." She smiled wickedly and pulled me closer by my ass, squeezing it a bit. I lifted her left leg and placed it around my waist, pushing my dick against her dripping core.

"Let's see if you've had better than me," I roared and lifted her by her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist instantly and started to breathe hard. I pulled back slightly and flicked my eyes up to meet her gaze.

"Condom?"

"I'm on the pill," she breathed out, and that was all I needed to know. I pushed myself inside her without any announcement, making her gasp.

"Stay still," I whispered hoarsely as I started to pound into her. God, she felt so fucking good, and I felt myself getting lost inside her. She closed her eyes and buried her face in the crook of my neck, moaning in pleasure.

"Ughh...faster!" she cried, biting my shoulder. It only turned me on more.

"Fuck," I grunted. I was about to come. I was so close. I'd slept with a lot of girls and had a lot of one-night stands, but there was something different about this one. It was so fucking raw and erotic. I wanted to keep fucking her as she made me forget about the pain.

We kept fucking each other like animals, her nails digging into my skin. Soon I released myself inside her, and she came close behind me. We both tried to catch our breaths, and she pushed her hair out of her face to look at me.

"That was satisfying, indeed." She smirked sexily, and I set her down gently on the floor.

"Told you." I grinned widely.

"I don't know why you didn't get the girl. I mean, you're really attractive and know how to pleasure a woman," she said, adjusting her dress.

"I can be a real asshole sometimes, and I guess our timing was never right," I replied with a tight smile.

"Well, I can tell you one thing: she's sure going to miss all the amazing sex she could've had with you." She winked, making me chuckle. I realized that I felt better than I had in a long time and looked at her. We kept staring at each other and fell into an awkward silence.

"Uhh...I better go, but thank you so much. I really needed this." I ran my hands through my hair and got dressed quickly.

"Do you need a ride or something?" she offered, adjusting her hair, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Any guy would be lucky to have her. I couldn't picture her as the type to have quick causal sex, and for some reason, I believed that this was her first one-night stand. Suddenly, I felt bad that I had convinced and used her for my selfish needs, and I wanted nothing more than to get out of there as quickly as possible.

God, I really am an asshole.

"I'll get a cab. Good night." I kissed her cheeks.

"Good night, and hey, don't worry, time heals everything," she said in a soft voice, making me smile before I rushed out the door swiftly. Once I was out of her building, I called a cab. On the way back home, I could still feel a big void in my chest, and I wondered if time really could heal everything.

I probably deserve to feel this way for taking her for granted.