Part 2
### Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Harley -
“Come on Harls, when do you ever just have some carefree, spontaneous fun? Not to mention some hot, sweaty looove making.” Toni coos at me from my side and I roll my eyes.
Toni is my best friend, she has been for the past 10 years. 3 years ago we moved to NewYork after college and have been inseparable since. You’re currently listening to her trying to convince me to download a casual hookup app for as she says it, “a bit of fun”.
She’s not wrong. I haven’t exactly been with anyone since Justin but I just don’t think now is the time.
“Can we just drop this?” I laugh and she arches that manicured brow at me with a smirk. “I’m going to be late.”
Shaking her head, she backs down. For now.
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Chapter 1
Harley -
I wave a goodbye to Toni through the double glass doors and she waves back, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder. I smile to myself and turn to keep walking through the foyer towards the elevator and call it down.
She has been going on non stop about this new app she has for casual hookup’s. Although Toni is absolutely stunning, people often mistake her for being straight and she’s found living in NewYork somewhat challenging when it comes to the dating pool. I suppose I can see why some people mistake her for being straight at a first glance. She’s tall, slender and manicured head to toe with her glossy blonde blown out waves and crystal blue eyes that sparkle in the sun. She is of course every man’s dream woman, a real trophy wife sort that dresses impeccably well and is always presented just right but sadly for the men of this city or any other for that matter, she just doesn’t swing that way.
Apparently she’s met a few casual “lovers” (as she calls them) on this app she keeps blabbing about and is determined that I get myself onto it too.
I haven’t been with anyone since Justin but honestly? The vibrator in my draw does a better job than he ever did. Our relations were dull and centered solely around him, I could never get what I actually wanted. I wasn’t exactly looking for romance in my relationships, it’s not my fault that I liked what I liked. I liked something that thrilled me and got me excited, teased me until I couldn’t take it anymore. That was what I craved but still never found.
The elevator pings upon arrival and I flinch a little. Damn my thoughts. Straightening my blouse, the doors open and I step in, clicking the button for the 9th floor and wait.
It makes a stop on the 5th and I groan inwardly. Already knowing what’s coming as the doors slide open.
“Harley.” My boss’s voice rumbles my name through his chest and I smile politely.
He rolls his eyes a little and smiles as he steps in. He’s asked me to call him Peter since I started working here a year ago but I just can’t bring myself to do it. The way he looks at me is bad enough, let alone calling him by his name. Some people may get suspicious.
Don’t get me wrong, Peter is HOT. He’s got that sort of shaggy look that clashes against the suit and tie he wears daily but I have never and will never cross that line between boss and employee. The fantasy is hot but I could never come back to work here if that line was crossed. It’s just one of my personal rules I suppose that you don’t mix business and pleasure. Although Peter certainly tries. On many occasions.
“Any plans tonight Harls?” He asks casually while leaning back against the side wall of the elevator and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
“Yeah actually. My friend and I are celebrating.” I say cheerfully and he cocks his head aside with a raised brow.
“What’s the occasion?” He asks.
“She got a promotion last week.”
“Congratulations…” he drawls. “Where you two heading?” He fishes and is not subtle about his advances at all.
“Not sure yet. See where the night takes us I guess.” I smile and am thankfully saved by the bell as we arrive at our floor. He graciously holds his hand out to gesture me to exit first but I know his real intentions are less honourable, all he wants to do is stare at my ass while following me through the office.
Thankfully, as I get off, he’s stopped by one of the board members before he can follow after me and I make a quick escape to my desk.
“Morning Harley.” My desk mate says to me and I look over my computer screen as I drop into my chair with a sigh.
“Morning Sally.” I smile at her. She’s a middle aged woman with short chocolate hair cut into a bob around her jaw, she’s a little on the heavier side but it’s a bonus she always has snacks in her draw to help with her Hypoglycaemia, although she’s more than happy to share.
We’re quiet as Peter walks past and offers me a cheeky smile, despite the board trustee walking beside him as they head into his office, thankfully closing the door.
“Ugh. Leach.” Sally cusses under her breath and I chuckle while flicking on my computer. “You’d think he’d learn by now after the amount of harassment cases he’s had.” She rolls her eyes and I try not to spit out my sip of tea from laughter. She smiles at me with a wink and sneakily passes me a Snickers bar under my computer screen. I smile and mouth her a thank you as we get to work.
Stepping out of the office after a long day is the best feeling ever. Sally came down with me as my “office guard dog” as she calls it. Whenever she’s around, it tends to keep Peter away and I’m always grateful for that. I say goodbye outside the front doors as she hails down a cab for herself and waves me off. I sigh in content and head up the street to go and meet Toni.
We’d agreed to meet up straight after work for drinks at our favourite bar, although I was not going to be telling my boss that little truth.
I walk a couple of blocks, enjoying the sounds of the busy city bustling around me. Horns honking in fits of road rage, the shouting of people from across the street and the clack of heels along the sidewalk. I LOVED NewYork. Some people enjoy the peace and quiet but I loved the busyness of this city. There was never a dull moment around here and that was what I loved the most.
Me and Toni spent the first few months after we moved here, just exploring the city and the life it held. We found several, cool little incognito spots hidden in alleyway’s and backstreet’s that you would never expect to lead anywhere. The one time I still swear to this day that we almost walked into a mobsters den, although Toni just tells me I watch way too much tv.
Pushing open the door to the cute little bar, I walk straight over to our designated table that we always sit at, to find her already there with a Martini in hand.
She beams brightly and holds up her glass as I weave between the tables towards her, where she stands to hook an arm around me and kiss my cheek. I slide into the booth with a sigh and grab my waiting Martini, just the way I like it and raise my glass up to her.
“Cheers!” I smile and she returns it as I down my drink in one and she laughs.
“Damn Harls. Rough day?” She chuckles and I roll my eyes, signaling the bartender for another round. “Creepy Pete?” She asks and I nod, playing with my olives around the glass before popping it into my mouth.
“Creepy Pete.” I concur and she nods putting her hand on mine.
“You know, with this promotion. I may be able to get an assistant? Why don’t you come and work for me?” She asks. I smile but shake my head. She knows I love my job.
“I don’t think that I can see myself writing a column about super cars.” I giggle and she laughs too. Toni works for a popular car magazine and has just been promoted to junior editor. You wouldn’t think it, looking at her and the pristine clothes she wears but she loves cars. Ask her anything and she’ll dive into the conversation with both feet. (I told you. She’s every man’s dream.) “besides, you know I love the magazine I edit now. It’s just Peter.” I sigh and she nods taking a sip of her fresh Martini.
“You should just fuck him and get it over with.” She teases and I blurt out a laugh. “I know, I know. You don’t mix work but gurl?! He’s still smoking hot.”
“He may be hot but he just comes off WAY too strong. Even if he wasn’t my boss… I still don’t think I could.”
“Fair enough.” She adds and takes another sip before looking around. I frown a little and look at her. She’s not telling me something.
“Spit it out.” I prod and she looks at me innocently. I lift a brow that says ‘I’m not falling for it’ and she caves.
“I have some more news…” she adds and I wait for her to continue. “My company want me to fly out to Brazil for 2 weeks.”
I gape and clutch her hand with mine.
“Oh my god! That’s amazing!” I gush and she brightens.
Her lip curls in the corner as she looks at me.
“I just… didn’t want you to be alone.” I soften to her with a smile. “It’s why I thought you should maybe find someone to spend the time with…” she says suggestively and I sigh. She knows just how to get to me.
“Ok! Fine! You win!” I mock a scowl at her and slide my phone across the table. If it makes her happy to download it then she can. It doesn’t mean I actually have to use it but she doesn’t need to know that.
She taps my screen a few times and starts the download with a big cheesey grin plastered on her face.
“Now we just need a profile picture.” She smirks and orders another round of drinks. “But first? Let’s get hammered.” I laugh as our next round is brought to us and we drink the night away.
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### Chapter 2: Chapter 2
I groan and press my hand against my head as I pull myself into an upright position.
“Ughh.” I moan at the splitting pain in my forehead, I cough and splutter through my throat that honestly feels as though I swallowed a cat that’s now trying to claw it’s way out of me.
I reluctantly open my eyes and look down at myself, trying not to laugh at the state of me. I stink of booze and although I’m dry, I know I spill when I’m drunk and am probably covered with at least half a Martini. Pulling my dead limbs together, I drag myself off the bed and slump towards the bathroom where I flick on the shower to it’s hottest setting and start tugging off my clothes. I dare not look in the mirror until I’m showered.
I step into the bubbling heat and sigh, letting is soak deep into my muscles and washing away the clammy sweat from my skin.
Wiping off the mirror I stare at my reflection and grimace. Jesus.
Grabbing my makeup remover and cotton pads, I wipe away my smeared mascara and swipe away any residue left on my skin. Heading back into my room I blow out my hair into it’s natural messiness and decide that today is definitely a hair up kind of day. Pulling it up into a messy bun ontop of my head, I leave a few of the wayward strands to fall free and slap on a fresh coat of mascara but leave my skin clear. I should of taken my makeup off last night but from what I remember all I could do was throw my body towards the bed and hope that I landed in it.
We had drank way too much and I was seriously regretting the choice to drink on a “school” night. Glancing over my shoulder, I look to my clock and gasp, jumping from where I stand and forcing myself to get ready for work as quickly as I can.
A message waited for me on my phone when I got into the elevator at work and I smiled down at it.
Toni - you drank me under the table last night. Hope you’re not feeling too rough ;) I’ll see you tonight for send off dinner. Love you!
My smile sinks a little, I forgot I told her she should go away. Damn… I’m going to miss her but I know she needs to do this. She’s just been promoted, we knew this could come in time although we didn’t expect it so soon.
The doors ping open and I want to groan already as I see Peter has skilfully placed himself right by my desk and is talking to Sally.
I roll my eyes behind my sunglasses and grudgingly pull them off to walk through the room towards my desk. I ignore Peter immediately but that only lasts until I’m sat down.
“Good night?” He teases with a wink.
“Yes. Thank you.” I answer politely and he hums to himself from his leaned position on my desk.
I go back to ignoring him as soon as I can and get stuck into my work until he finally leaves.
During my lunch break, I called Toni.
“Hey!” She answered sounding way too chipper.
“Hey.” I groan and she laughs down the phone.
“Rough?” I joke and she laughs.
“I was going to say tired.” She teases back and I roll my eyes knowing she can’t see me.
“I called because I can’t remember where we said we were meeting tonight.”
“Oh god you really were hammered.” She jokes and I laugh while I pace around the courtyard where all the smokers come to. This is the one place I find that Peter won’t follow me to for the fear of smelling like cigarette smoke. “I thought we’d go to Nathan’s.” She says drawing me back and I smile, relaxing a little.
Thank god it’s Nathan’s. I was worried we chose somewhere fancy.
“Oh thank god.” I sigh and she laughs.
“Oh and uh… if you don’t remember anything about last night… you may want to check that hookup app.” She says and if she was here, I know she’d wink at me.
“Oh god!” I groan as she giggles like a school girl. I look into the building through the glass doors and see Peter stood tapping his watch. “Shit. I’ve got to go.” I mutter down the phone.
“Ok babe. I’ll see you later.” She pops her lips in a kiss down the phone and I quickly hang up and head back inside.
“You’re needed for a meeting. Did you forget?” He asks with that smug little grin and I feel the colour drain from my face. Shit. I did forget. “Don’t worry. I’m not there yet either.” He winks and I chuckle uncomfortably. “Shall we?” I nod and follow his lead.
I headed straight home after work and got myself changed before I headed to Nathan’s. Catching a cab was easier, it wasn’t exactly far but you had to walk through a risky part of the village so I opted for my safest bet.
My cab driver dropped me outside and I tipped him a little extra for the safe journey. It’s something my family always taught me, it was polite and more of a custom to thank someone that got you to your destination safely.
I step out and go for the door but stop dead when a man almost crashes directly into me.
“Christ!” I shout at the man who doesn’t stop, just scrambles up to his feet and looks over his shoulder, down the street where he was coming from before he starts running for his life again. “What the fuck?” I mutter and squint my eyes, looking down to where he came from. The street is dark but I somehow feel like my line of sight lands directly on someone.
I can’t see them but something deep in my stomach turns and I feel sick all of a sudden. My head turns in a flash to see the man scrambling to round a corner before disappearing from sight. I flick my gaze back to the darkened end of the street and once again feel unbelievably seen. It’s an unsettling feeling that sends an icy shiver down my spine.
“Are you alright ma’m?” My cab driver asks from his car behind me and I jump away from it a little.
“Uh… yeah. Yes. Sorry.” I stutter out an apology and force myself into the little restaurant and get off this street.
“Jesus.” Toni mutters as she puts down her glass. “Are you ok?! You look like you saw a ghost.”
“Some asshole ran into me outside. I’m ok though.” I answer quietly but don’t mention the overwhelming feeling I was watched. I don’t want her to worry. Tonight is about her and the exiting opportunity she’s been offered.
“Fucking, NewYork.” She sighs shaking her head and pushes a glass of white wine towards me. I smile thankfully and take a small sip. I push the drama to the back of my mind and we order ourselves some food, letting the strange encounter of my night, slip from my mind.
In the morning, I dropped Toni off at the airport with a heavy heart. We’d had a great night last night to send her off and I was sorry to be saying goodbye to her now.
“Are you sure I should do this?” She asks me for the hundredth time.
“I’m going to miss you.” She adds and wraps her arms around my neck, squeezing me tight.
“I’ll miss you too but it’s only for 2 weeks. You’ll be back before you know it. If you don’t forget about me.” I tease with a wink.
“God I love you!” She beams and squeezes me once more.
“Now, Go! Before you miss your flight.” I laugh and push her away a little.
She walks towards the doors but stops.
“Did you ever check your app after?” She asks with a knowing smile and I shake my head. “You might want to.” She adds with a wink before heading inside and waving goodbye.
I smile and shake my head watching her disappear from view. I release my held breath and turn on my heel and hail down a cab.
I slide into the backseat and give the driver my address as he pulls away. My heart aches already, me and Toni have never really been apart in all our years as friends but I know she needs to do this.
I pull out my phone from my bag and reluctantly click on the app she downloaded. It takes a minute to load up and I click on my profile icon but let out an audible gasp that makes the driver look over his shoulder to me and slam on the brakes.
“Oh! I’m sorry! I-… Uh…” I stutter and offer an apologetic half smile. He shakes his head, sighing and pulling back into the flow of traffic.
I cover my mouth with my hand before looking back down at the picture I must have taken.
I’m clearly in a bathroom stall but it’s not my face I’m worried about because it’s not even in the picture. All that’s displayed are my bare plump breasts and hourglass curve of my waist and stomach, my fingers are hooked into the waist band of my trousers and are pulling them down a little to show the top of my lace underwear.
“Oh jesus…” I sigh and smooth my palm over my face in shame.
My profile has already had 300 clicks and there’s messages waiting in my inbox.
I groan and toss my phone back into my bag. I cannot believe Toni let me post that! She should count herself lucky she’s gone because I’d be having some serious words with her right now. She knows how I get when I’m drunk, I should not be trusted to make smart decisions.
I sigh and rest my head back againt the seat and stare out of the window.
“Damn you Toni.” I mutter and chuckle to myself.
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