One Wild Night

Chapter 57 - Fate

Lucy's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she was certain she was likely going to die of embarrassment before the end of the evening. How in heaven's name hadn't she guessed that she was still 'intact'? Was she really that naive?

Thankfully Tom's phone chose to ring at that moment, sparing them both the awkward silence that would have followed Tom's sexually implicit suggestion. Tom dropped his plate on the table and excused himself since he didn't know who the caller was and if it was business-related.

Once he stepped outside he accepted the call, "Hey Tom! It's Jas!" An excited feminine voice greeted from the other end of the line before he could say anything.

Even if she hasn't mentioned her name, he would have guessed it was her from the way she talked. He had thought she sounded excited that morning because she had been exercising so she was breathless, but it seemed that was the way she always sounded. Chirpy.

"Oh! Hello!" Tom greeted, not knowing what else he was expected to say to her now. Though he had flirted with her earlier on, for Lucy's benefit, he had no interest in her other than being temporary neighbors.

"I'm sorry I didn't call earlier as promised, I was caught up with something at work," she said apologetically.

"It's fine. I'm in the middle of something at the moment, could we talk tomorrow?" Tom asked, wanting to return inside to Lucy.

"Sure. I just wanted you to call as promised so you could have my phone number too, that's all. Goodnight," Jas said before hanging up.

Once he returned inside, he noticed that Lucy was still seated exactly the same way he left her, the only difference was that she was now slowly chewing her pizza with a distant look in her eyes, "That was Jas, the neighbor we were talking with this morning," Tom informed Lucy who reluctantly glanced up at him.

Lucy was tempted to tell him he had been the one talking with her not 'them' but wasn't what was important at the moment so she gave him an awkward smile and just said, "Oh! Okay."

She continued taking bite after bite from her pizza since that was the only thing she could do at this point. At least that would keep her busy. At the moment she really didn't know whether to be grateful that nothing had happened between them or to be embarrassed that she had been naive enough to think that something had happened or to be angry that he had led her to believe something had happened this whole time. Or perhaps he hadn't led her to believe anything. She had been the one making all the assumptions the whole time. She had been the one judging him unfairly when she was the drunk who had forgotten everything that had transpired between them. The dominating emotion at the moment was shame and guilt.

She rushed to remind herself that even though there had been no penetration, he had made love to her with his tongue and fingers, so there was nothing to feel grateful for. It was the same thing... Well, almost the same thing, because now she was even more curious to know what penetration would feel like if his tongue and fingers had felt good. She really wished he had done it, and saved her all this stress and headache. She winced at her shameless thought. That wasn't what she was supposed to be thinking about at the moment.

"Why do you look that way? What are you thinking about? Are you sad that I didn't do it?" Tom asked curiously, making her choke on the pizza she had just swallowed.

Tom quickly poured some wine into one of the glasses and handed it to her. Once she sipped from it and calmed down a bit, she raised her head to look at Tom who was still staring at her but had a mischievous smile on his face.

"What?" She asked, wondering why he was smiling that way. Could he read her mind? She would kill herself if he so much as found out what she had been thinking.

"I'm still waiting for you to answer my question," he said, making it clear he expected an answer, "Do you wish I had done it?" He asked again, and this time Lucy's heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed nervously.

"I can't answer that," Lucy said without meeting his gaze, and Tom nodded.

He hadn't expected her to answer anyway, this was Lucy after all. If she had answered it would have been out of character, "I guess that means you are conflicted," Tom said, trying hard not to smile.

"Do you believe in fate?" He asked when she didn't say anything.

Her brows pulled together, "What?"

Tom smiled at her, "Fate. I think maybe I'm fated to be your first lover," he paused to allow the words to sink in.

Meanwhile, in another part of the country, Sonia narrowed her eyes at Bryan suspiciously. She could tell that he was up to something but she didn't know what it was. She was certain it wasn't something good, so she decided to stay on her toes and not let him get her unaware.

"Where are we going to?" Sonia asked curiously since he had been driving for a long time now since he picked her up from the airport.

"Why? Are you scared I'm going to take you somewhere far away, murder you and dump your body there?" Bryan asked making her laugh.

"You have a very active imagination. Maybe you should start writing your own stories," Sonia said with a smile, "I'm not scared. Just curious."

"S & G. It's one of my favorite clubs in the city," Bryan lied. Although he had heard a lot of things concerning the club which had a branch in almost every major city of the country, he had never been to any. Now he wanted to take her there to scare her off him before he would get the chance to invite Matt over.

"You mean Sodom and Gomorrah? That is your favorite club?" Sonia asked, eyes blazing with curiosity. S & G was known to be a den of sin as the biblical Sodom and Gomorrah were. All manner of evil took place down there as it wasn't just a strippers club, but also had an underground casino.

"Yeah. Good thing your dress is befitting for a club," Bryan said with a smirk, looking her over with an unreadable expression in his eyes before returning his gaze to the road.

Sonia smiled to herself as she took out her phone. She was glad to know that they at least had something in common. Sodom and Gomorrah just happened to be her favorite club too. What she most loved about the place was the hot strippers. From the smirk on his face, she could guess he thought she wasn't going to like the place, so she decided not to tell him it was her favorite club. He was in for a lot of surprises.

"What about your family? Do they know about our relationship?" Bryan asked after driving in silence for some time.

"My only family is my best friend, and she knows about you," Sonia said dismissively as she checked her message notifications on her Instagram and Twitter posts.

"Aww, they're asking for our couple photos," Sonia said as she took pictures of them both as he drove, and uploaded it on her Instagram page.

Bryan was very tempted to ask her if she would ever get tired of doing what she was doing, but he knew what her answer would be, so he focused on something more important, "What about your family? I mean your biological family aside from your best friend,"

"All dead."

She said without emotion, making him turn to look at her with concern. He decided that her coldness had to be either because she hadn't been very close to her family or because she was living in denial, "You weren't very close to them?" Bryan asked, and Sonia looked up from her phone.

She cocked her head to one angle as she looked at him quizzically, "You seem awfully curious about me right now, ain't you?"

"I figured I need to know the basic things about you since you're playing the role of my fiancee," Bryan said defensively, making sure she wasn't thinking he was interested in her or anything.

"You seem to be forgetting something," Sonia said with an amused smile as she played with the engagement ring on her finger.

"Which is?"

"This isn't a movie, and I'm not an actress. I'm not playing the role of your fiancee. I AM your fiancee. You proposed remember?" She asked, flashing the ring in front of him with a smile on her face, "And I accepted."

Bryan sighed. It seemed like she had mental problems. What if she had killed her family? She seemed like the type, Bryan thought. He would have to try and find out if she had any psychiatric condition. It would be an excuse to break off their engagement.. He was trying to gather as many valid excuses as he could.