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It has been three weeks since the move, and for the first time since I moved here, Dylan sent me a text.

I am angry that I still let myself feel anything for him after he used me. I am angry that Liam is out of town; he seems to know the right words to say.

I dress up and take my purse with me. Tia just left for the weekend to go be with Joey.

I think a drink or two would fix this. I stop a taxi; I have finally gotten the hang of it.

In the bar, I order my first shot of tequila and a glass of a dirty martini.

After three shots of Tequila, I turn to scan the room. This will be a very good time to get over Dylan by sleeping with someone who makes me forget him.

While I scan the room, I see Conrad in the VIP lounge; he is staring at me.

Is he stalking me now?

I get the check, stroll out, not wanting to talk to Conrad Howard. He reminds me a lot of Dylan or the fact that he has this total controlling presence that leaves me shivering .

Just before I exit the bar, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn, and it's Conrad.

" For some reason, I think you are trying to avoid me". He grabs my hand, and we walk down the street for at least five minutes before I see a hotel.

" What are we doing here? " I am angry he thinks I am just like every girl he has been with.

I'm staying here for the weekend, Edie. Come on, I run my hands through my hair, exasperated by his insensitive personality.

"I'm not sleeping with you, Conrad " he chuckles at me.

"Who says anything about sleeping with me?" he asked with a grin. I turned, blowing hot air into my palm.

"Then what are we going to do in your room?" He walked back, trailing his way towards me.

"You look like you could use a drink," he turned back as he headed into the hotel lobby. If I go home, I'm definitely going to cry again. I decided to go with Conrad. I mean, it's only a drink.

I walked into the hotel, and he was standing in front of the elevator now. The lights came on the keypads on the door, and he pressed it. I was nervous. I don't know why, but I am.

It feels like I'm doing something wrong.

I walked into the elevator and leaned back on the rail.

His eyes were watching me while he was making a phone call.

The elevator whisked us with terminal velocity to the tenth floor where it opened up.

I was walking behind him while he was still making his call. I held my half-moon bag tightly.

My eyes closed, and I couldn't help but wiggle my waist so he went faster. It's like he gets my unspoken words as his fingers worked even faster in and out of me.

"Aah, Aah, Aah " I moaned, I lost my cool. I was almost there. He went even faster, driving me over the edge. I came undone. Holy shit, Conrad.

"Conrad" I screamed out his name at my release.

He started to kiss me again as his hands pulled out of me. His lips wrapped around his finger once more, pulling away from me. He was licking every wet come on his hand as he undid his zip.

He takes off his shirt and pants, leaving him only in his boxers, with his fly bulging.

"See what you’ve done Edie, what do we do about this?" He asks.

I walk towards the bottle of whisky in his room, pour a little into a glass, and gulp it down, feeling it burn my chest. I look back and see Conrad completely naked, walking towards me.

Shit, I might regret this in the morning, but right now this man is fine as hell.

I unzip my skirt, pull it off, and throw it randomly on the floor. I undo my shirt and repeat the same motion, standing in just my bra and underwear, which are half wet from earlier.

"This is just sex and nothing else," I say, and he nods.

He walks into one of the rooms, and I follow him. He is standing by the bed, and I see him open a drawer. I see at least ten packs of condoms.

"It seems you do this a lot," he smiles.

"Is that going to stop you?" I nod, taking off my bra and underwear, now naked too.

"I know you are going to keep your end of the bargain," he nods.

"I like you Edie, you're different," but I don't think I care much about what he says.

He opens the foil packet and puts on the condom. His erection is pointing towards me.

"Get on the bed."

I walk to the bed, laying back flat as he slides between my legs.

"Your wet, Edie," his mouth is on my mouth, we are nose to nose staring at each other.

He slowly settles in front of my sex. As he starts to slowly slide into me, I groan. He feels so big, so painful, and so agonizing, full feeling.

He is bracing himself with his arms so he’s not resting on me completely.

"You are so tight, are you a virgin?" I'm embarrassed, never thought this question would come up again.

"A few times," I say, he is not thrusting.

"Sincerely, how many times is a few times?" I face palm myself.

"Three times or two," my voice is shaky.

"I thought they said you were in a relationship for six years?" I nod.

"Dylan and I were busy, we only had sex three times in those six years," he gasps, he doesn't move for a long time.

"Was that bad?" His voice is against my ear.

I don't know if Dylan was bad at lovemaking because he's the only one I have ever been with sexually.

Conrad wraps his hands around me, pulling me closer.

"This is going to hurt, but I will try not to hurt you," he whispers against my ear.

He eases himself completely into me, I groan as he stretches me open, filling me up with all of him. My jaw drops open at the sweet, dangerous feeling of being filled up completely.

I feel a sensation in my sex I have never felt before, he stays steady for a few seconds before he begins his thrusting.

He eases in and out of me. "Ugh…" I cry out. He groans as he places a kiss on my belly.

"I will stop," he tells me.

"No, please don't," I say. He thrusts in and out again.

"Again," I cry, pressing my face into his chest.

He does it again, but this time he doesn't stop. Firstly, he starts slowly. After a few minutes allowing me to match his movements, I move my hips to meet his thrust.

"Lord Edie," his voice is raw, filled with need. I'm glad I didn't go home. He starts to move even faster. I moan with every thrust. He pounds me, picking up even more speed. I don't think I can keep up for much longer.

I lose control as he mercilessly thrusts roughly into me. I feel a build-up in his back as all his muscles contract. His eyes are tightly shut, his legs tensed.

"Just a little more Edie, I'm almost there," he tells me, biting my nipple and pulling it along as he strokes my sex a few times, still thrusting. His hand slides into me.

Holy shit.

He is fucking me and fingering me at the same damn time.

I can only think about him fucking me, me wanting him.

The sensation builds up again.

"Come for me Edie come," I groan, moaning again as I come around him.

He pulls out in a hurry as he comes on my belly.

"Holy fuck Edie," he kisses me again as we lay there, eyes on the ceiling.

I fall asleep not too long after.