Page 13 of Heartbreak & Cupcakes
ALEX
As I rodethe elevator up to the top floor of my building, I closed my eyes and all I saw were X-rated images that Sadie bending over had inspired. I’d never felt an attraction to someone this strong.
That might be because I haven’t had sex in five years, I thought dismissively.
It wasn’t a big fucking mystery like I was making it out to be. It was hormones. Maybe pheromones. Nothing more than that. But it felt bigger than that, it felt like a cosmic-size, otherworldly connection; but it wasn’t.
Although…I still couldn’t explain the morning I’d met Sadie for the first time.
I had no clue why my driver, Frank, had turned down a street he never took, when he drove me to work that day. I had no answer as to why as soon as I’d seen the Grand Opening sign hanging above the bakery, I’d said, “Pull over.” There was no logical explanation for why I’d told him that I’d be right back and walked inside. I hadn’t had any intention of buying baked goods that morning.
But something, some power bigger than myself had drawn me to her, like a lighthouse in my sea of darkness.
I’d never forget the first time I’d seen her. I’d walked inside the bakery and she lifted her head. The moment our eyes met nothing else in the world existed. I couldn’t remember who I was, where I was, or what the hell I was doing.
And stranger than any of that was my physical reaction. Goosebumps rose on my arms. The only time I’d ever experienced having goosebumps was with Ash, when she talked about something that hadn’t happened yet but was going to happen in our future.
But the moment I locked eyes with the girl behind the counter, my skin raised and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
Another customer came into the store and bumped into me. If that hadn’t happened, I might’ve stood there gawking at the brown eyed beauty all day.
After she took care of the woman she’d been helping, I stepped up to the glass. My knees were weak, palms were sweaty, and arms were heavy. I was the walking personification of the Eminem song “Lose Yourself.”
She smiled widely and introduced herself, telling me her name was Sadie and asked me what she could get me. I panicked because I hadn’t walked in planning on making a purchase, so I asked for a dozen donuts and as she was packing those up, I saw the sign that said Sadie’s Special, so I asked for one of those. Then I left.
That was the first time I’d found myself taking a pink Sweet Temptations box into the office for my employees to enjoy, but it sure as hell hadn’t been the last. And every time I’d gone in since, we had basically the same interaction which was nothing extraordinary. But I couldn’t stay away from her.
The elevator doors opened and I stepped out into my foyer. My heart rate was still elevated as I walked down the hallway to my bedroom and I knew it had nothing to do with the eight and a half mile run I’d just been on. It was Sadie and her curves.
I’d dated a few women since I lost Ashley. Or should I say, I’d been on a few dates. To date someone implied seeing them on multiple occasions. These had all been one and done events that were not my choice. Not really. I’d gone and met the women because Nick and Maddox had been worried about me. Really worried. They’d had a damn intervention. So, to ease their worry, when they had set me up with someone, I’d gone.
The women were all smart, sexy, beautiful, and funny. On paper, everything any man would be lucky to find. Yet, I’d felt nothing for any of them. No attraction whatsoever. The dinners had dragged on for what felt like an eternity. I’d sat there counting the minutes until I could leave.
As I entered my bathroom, I stripped and walked beneath the waterfall spout in my one hundred square foot wet room. The walls were marble slab, and the flooring was penny tiles. A large, freestanding tub that had never been used sat on one side. I’d had that put in as a surprise for Ashley who’d always wanted a soaker tub. Unfortunately, she never got the chance to enjoy it.
Sandalwood and mint wafted through the air as I scrubbed the shampoo into my hair.
After those horrific dates, I’d officially decided that I wasn’t going to subject myself to spending time with the opposite sex, not even to ease Nick and Maddox’s concern. A part of me died the same day Ash did. I resigned myself to a life of bachelorhood rather than trying to fake my way through awkward encounters.
Once I made that decision, I’d never given it a second thought. Years passed and it wasn’t until I walked into Sweet Temptations and saw Sadie that the part of me I thought was gone forever, sprung back to life. Literally. I got semi-hard the moment our eyes met, and I did every time I saw her.
Just like this morning, when she bent over.
Thinking about it had me growing harder by the second. Taking matters into my own hands, I stroked myself as I pictured her in front of me on all fours, her back arched displaying her perfect heart-shaped ass. I imagined myself driving into her from behind. Her skin slapping against my thighs as I pumped in and out.
I rested one hand on the tiled wall and my erection swelled in my fist as I fantasized about leaning down and whispering dirty things in her ear while one hand cupped her breast and the other dipped between her legs and flicked her pleasure button.
Within seconds, I exploded.
Once my orgasm subsided, my shoulders dropped, and the black hole of emptiness swallowed me up from the inside out. The hollowness. The pain. For a few brief seconds it was gone, but when it returned it was even more intense, more real.
I stepped out of my shower and as I dried myself off, I began to wonder what color towel Sadie used to dry herself off, but I could not allow myself to go down that road. I had to stop thinking of her.
Within ten minutes of getting out of the shower I was sitting at my desk getting some precious, uninterrupted work done. By the time I stood up from my computer, the sun had risen and the alarm on my phone sounded. It was time to wake up sleeping beauty and make breakfast.
As I exited the office a Facetime call came through and I answered on the first ring. Mia’s face appeared on the screen at an angle. She was looking at her computer not at the phone. “Your ten o’clock was moved to next week so I penciled in the Morrison call.”
She never wasted time with pleasantries and I appreciated her efficiency. “Fine.”
