Beautiful Mistake
Author
Mel Ryle
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Chapters
30
Promises
Kyla
Iām the worst
Kyla
Donāt hate me
Kyla
Mr. Leach gave me some last minute work
Alden
babe. u serious?
Alden
itās our 3 year anniversary
Alden
canāt you just do this tomorrow?
Kyla
š
Kyla
You know I canāt, Alden
Kyla
This is Leech weāre talking about
Alden
ur killing me.
Kyla
I promise Iāll make it up to you
Kyla
š
Alden
fine. ill see you later.
Kyla
See you soon, love!
Most women put love first, career second. But Iām not most women. At twenty-six years old, I was the youngest marketing assistant in our company, and Iād fought too damn hard for that position to allow a little anniversary to get in the way.
Donāt get me wrong, I loved Alden. And I felt bad making a mess of our plans. But I knew, if he really loved me, he would understand.
Work comes first. Always.
My girlfriends used to laugh and say that was just because I hadnāt realized my āfull orgasm potential.ā Coleen would always argue, āKyla. If you were really satisfied, work would be the last thing on your mind.ā
To which I would scoff and shake my head. Coleen, the girls, they would never understand. Sex? Love? They were just not my priority. Whatās the matter with that?
But, deep down, I admit...I did wonder. What was I missing out on? It wasnāt that Alden was a bad partner. He was just more practical than passionate.
And, being a career woman who craved stability, that was exactly what I needed!
So, why, at night, when Alden went down on me...did I feel almost nothing? Why, when he pumped into me over and over, did I find my mind drifting toward consumer rating reports?
Would there ever come a time when I would meet the one? The person who would finally rip my mind away from work. What would he look like? What would his lips feel like against mine? Would he perfect the balance between gentle and rough? Would he just know what to do in bed without me having to ask for it? I imagined it would be more intuitive with this mystery man of my dreams. Like he could read my mind and telepathically know exactly where to put his hands and lips. He could do anything to me, and I would love it because it was him.
No matter. I promised myself that tonight, for once, I would prove to Alden and myself that our relationship mattered. I was going to give him the best sex of his life.
For once, I told myself, put love first, Kyla.
Alden was worth it.
Or, so I thought.
After re-reading those texts from Alden over and over and realizing how much this anniversary meant to him, I managed to convince my boss Mr. Leach to let me out early. I considered telling Alden I was on my way home.
But why tell him when I could surprise him?
On the way home, I met up with my best friend Coleen and stopped at a lingerie store. She helped me pick out the sexiest panties I could find. They were black lace and transparent in exactly the right parts.
I couldnāt wait to see the look on Aldenās face when I slipped out of my pencil skirt. He was going to lose it.
At the register, the employee began to wrap them up in a bag, but I shook my head. āThat wonāt be necessary.ā
She raised an eyebrow, smiling suggestively, and handed them over as they were.
The second I said goodbye to Coleen and got onto the nearly empty bus, I removed the average panties I was wearing and slid this sexy pair on. I could have done it in the dressing room, sure, but it wouldnāt have felt as exhilarating.
Now, I was ready. I hurried home as fast as I could, feeling myself moisten in pure anticipation. Save it for Alden, I told myself.
I got off the bus and jumped into the elevator, teeming with excitement. Although I was exhausted from work and butting heads with Mr. Leach all day, I could feel a second wind coming on.
I suddenly felt giddy and naughty, imagining all the things I was going to do to the man I loved.
When the elevator doors finally opened, I rushed toward our door, practically salivating at the idea of him.
I turned the key, swung the door open, and smiled my most sexy, wicked smile.
āSurprise, babe!ā I exclaimed.
But, as it turned out, I was the one in for a surprise. Because as I stepped through the hallway into our bedroom, I found the man I loved, the man Iād spent three years with, the man I was finally putting first, buck-naked with none other than Mallory Cornfield, my college nemesis.
***
THREE MONTHS LATERā¦
Megan
we ready, girls?
Megan
toniteās the night!
Coleen
YAAASSS finally
Rose
šš¦š
Marie
Omg, kyla, i cant believe its finally ur turn
Kyla
š£
Kyla
Guys do we have to do this?
Megan
u know the rulesā¦
Megan
nobody gets out of the game.
Kyla
You girls are going to be the death of me
Coleen
LOL no
Coleen
were getting you LAID
Marie
š„š„š„
Megan
Thank us later, bitch
Kyla
Iām really not sure about this
Kyla
Ever since Alden I just donāt see the point
Coleen
KYLA. trust us.
Megan
we have some experience. š
Kyla
If you say so
I couldnāt believe I was going out. Ever since I caught Alden in bed with Mallory, three months ago, I have abstained from sex. No exceptions.
I needed some time on my own to figure things out. How had I gotten myself into that situation? I was not the sort of woman that got cheated on. Yes, three months is a long time to go without sex, but itās what I needed to get Alden out of my systemā¦ and Mallory.
I shuddered as the events of that horrible night played in my head, yet again, like the worst movie ever.
God, how was I ever going to erase this memory? Iād thrown myself into my work, focused all my energy on our clients, and done everything I could to distract myself. But still, three months later, I remained tortured.
My friends were certain they had the solution. The game. If you had told me a few months ago that I would be willingly taking part in this ritual, I wouldāve called you crazy.
Yet here I was, getting dolled up, about to go to a bar to have sex with some random stranger.
Since when did a one-night stand ever fix anything?
As I called a taxi and waited for it to arrive, I braced myself. If the girls wanted to play the game, that was fine. But that didnāt mean I had to play by their rules. Part of me wanted to be the best at the game. While it had been a long time since Iād been out on the prowl, I still remembered what I was like before Alden.
I was flirty and playful. Men noticed me and liked what they saw. Yet I never met anyone I liked enough to go home with, even just for one night. I was always comparing men I met out in the real world with the fictional men I read about in books and saw in movies. The man of my dreams never materialized, he was always just in my head. I knew I had to settle if I didnāt want to be alone. Thatās how I ended up with Alden. And that was a disasterā¦
I inspected myself in the mirror. I had to admit that I looked incredible, jaw-dropping even. Maybe Alden cheating on me was the best thing to ever happen to me.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped outside, ready to take on the night, still a little doubtful. No man is going to end up in my bed, I told myself. No chance.
But the night, as I would soon discover, had other plans.
Let the games begin.
