Eleven years ago...
The breeze continuously blew in through the window of the hotel room as the loud music played, setting the mood. The room was semi-dark. On the hotel table were four empty bottles of whiskey, with two lying on their side, the remaining contents dripping onto the table. On the other side of the table were drugs, neatly lined up for consumption. A small bag of white powder sat beside the exposed marijuana on the table. Maddie was sitting across from me. I was on the bed, looking at her as her strange smile kept making me laugh. We were high, at least she was more than I was. It was the night before her wedding, and we were just having one last night together, doing freaky things. We had been friends since we were children, almost siblings. I restedy hand by my chin as I was also struggling to remember why we were at the hotel. The thing was, we had always been drinking partners and best friends, nothing more... nothing less. So, whatever was going on with us that night was probably unusual to me.
While my hand was still by my chin, I watched her stand up from the chair to stand by the hotel bathroom door. She was really beautiful that night, wearing a purple gown, and her shiny black hair was neatly brushed. She had so much confidence in her eyes that I wasn't totally sure if she was high or not. Then, right in front of me, she pulled off the gown, the slid the straps of her bra, revealing her tits. A part of the light from the bathroomwas reflecting into the room. I just smiled softly until she pulled off her pants too, beckoning me with the flick her fingers before walking into the bathroom, totally disappearing from my sight. I still couldn't believe it. She was someone I had always admired romantically, but no matter how wild our teenage days were, we never imagined sleeping with each other. I was really confused. I almost thought it was a dream, but when she realized I wasn't coming after her, she peeped to call me again. This time, I got up. I walked calmly to the bathroom, knowing fully well I wasn't drunk or hallucinating. She held me by the hem of my collar, then slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I fidgeted a bit before getting a hold of myself. Before I knew it, she had the gone down on her knees, running her fingers over my abs, pulling down my trousers, looking up at me with a goofy smile when she saw my erection. Our eyes gazed at each other for about half a minute, then she started giving me a blow-job. I exhaled, and it suddenly felt like the music was getting louder. My breath almost seized as I walked backward to rest on the sink basin. My left hand held her hair, the other holding her head firmly on my cock. She didn't stop, making me realize I wasn't dreaming at all, and it was all real. My eyes looked up to the ceiling, and my eyes almost went dark as I breathed heavily each time she pulled out. Just before she could push me to sexual satisfaction, she stopped, making me wonder whether she was crazy. She stood up to look me in the eyes, then she softly slapped my chest before walking into the bathtub, into the bubble water—the one she had prepared before we started drinking. She looked straight into my eyes as she leaned in, submerging most of her body, leaving only her face. I slowly ditched my trousers that she left below my knees, and my shirt that she didn't totally remove. I walked up to her, then got into the bathtub, sitting opposite her. I could hear legs touching mine in the water as she was slowly sitting up, revealing the top part of her boobs, her head still on the edge of the tub. I calmly moved closer to her, trying to lie on her chest, only for her to give me a gentle, yet hot slap. My head briefly turned to the side before I looked back at her. She was smiling, then I just held my hand down on the side of the tub, and I used the other to spread her legs in the water. After that, I gently used that other hand to run my dick slowly on her laps, before sliding it into her clit. Her eyes widened, and her chuckle rang in my ears as I lunged closer to kiss her. The bubbles quickly built up beside our skins as I relentlessly pounded her pussy in the water. Her breathing was hard, as she couldn't even kiss me any longer. She instead left her mouth open, breathing into mine. Her nails dug into my flesh, scratching me to the back of my neck. For almost a minute, I fucked her in the tub, before she suddenly pushed me off her with a strength she must have been gathering, almost hitting my head on the tub. She chuckled again, got out of the water, and was now walking back to the room with water dripping from her wet body. I wasn't yet satisfied, even though I didn't understand if she wanted more or not. Because of my urge to cum, I hurried after her. She had grabbed a towel at this time, but I quickly grabbed her, kissing her with all my strength before gently bringing her to the floor of the room. I turned her, making her lie on her chest, then pinned her two hands to her back with one hand, and my other hand held her head down as I fucked her from behind. She moaned loudly. Even at that, I wasn't satisfied. I tried to turn her again, but she turned me instead, making me lie on my back, then she got on top to ride me. She leaned to kiss me, and her hair pushed down one of the whiskey bottles. For about two minutes, she rode me continuously as we stared into each other's eyes. It was shortly after this that I came, then gently placed her beside me. Her leg crossed was over my abdomen, and her head on my stretched arm. It was in this position that we slept off. Tired, and naked.
The next morning, I was the first to get up. I was already dressed up in my tracksuit, while I let her sleep on the bed, covered with a duvet. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her in life. For about five minutes, I sat down on the couch looking at her. The sun was just coming up; it was already past 9 in the morning. Everywhere was silent; just the chirping of the birds on the power lines could be heard. About three minutes after that, she opened her eyes. Instantly realizing she was naked, she looked into the duvet to confirm, then quickly pulled the duvet to cover herself up when she spotted me. I stood up from the chair, wondering if she wouldn't think I took advantage of the fact that she was high to sleep with her. Her facial expression quickly switched from confusion to guilt as she spontaneously rushed out of bed with the duvet.
"What did you do to me?" she asked.
I was confused. "Do to you? You should have seen what you did to me."
She shook her head, shutting her eyes as if she was trying to remember something. "Fuck. We didn't have sex, did we? I'm never getting drunk again," she grunted.
"You really don't remember anything?" I asked, walking closer to her.
She heaved a sigh before walking like a penguin to the table to pick up her phone with the duvet still wrapped around her shirt. "Fuck. Nineteen missed calls. Levi will be so worried."
"Fuck Levi," I said without trepidation.
"Stop it. He is my husband. And where the fuck is my dress?" she asked when she got back to the side of the bed.
I picked her dress up from the couch, tossing it to the bed.
"That man doesn't deserve you," I replied to her.
"We already had this discussion, Asher," she said, pausing for a bit. "Turn around," she begged.
I instantly turned my back on her, smiling. "You know I already said everything, right?"
"All thanks to alcohol, which will never repeat itself."
I smiled again.
"You can look now," she added, letting me know she was done dressing. She hurried to the door, then stopped a bit to look back at me. "You can't tell anyone what happened between us."
"I got you. It was only a mistake."
She smiled, trying to pretend she was happy, but I knew she wasn't. "And you dare not come late to my wedding."
"I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world."
"Better," she replied, before walking out of the room.
I was silent. I wasn't exactly happy about what had transpired between us, but I wasn't sad either. It was not like she thought I took advantage of her vulnerability; she was someone who understood the shitty mistakes we make in life. And moreover, she has always joked about fucking me. Also, luckily for me, she remembered everything and knew I didn't make the move. But it still shouldn't have happened, not on her wedding day. I couldn't help but imagine what it was going to feel like showing up at their wedding and looking into Levi's eyes like nothing had happened. Someone that had always seen me as his brother. I couldn't be that Judas.
When I got back to my dad's place to get dressed for the wedding, he was sitting in the living room on the first floor of his six-bedroom duplex. My coat was on my shoulder when I walked in through the front door. He immediately got up when he spotted me, walking up hurriedly to me.
"Where have you been?" he didn't hesitate to ask.
"Your question sounds strange. It is not like you care about where I go."
"I do. You're my only son. Do you happen to know where Maddie was all night?"
"No," my response was swift.
"You're not lying, are you?"
He did know where to break me. I instantly sighed.
"What was wrong with you? Do you know what would happen if Levi heard she was with you all night?" he exclaimed.
"I never admitted to her being with me. And moreover, we were just drinking."
"I have been in this game longer than you," his voice came more serious and with intention. "I know exactly what could have happened between you. Be careful, Asher."
"I hear you, Dad. It was nothing," I replied, walking out of his sight towards the stairs, then he called me back.
"Asher, why are you doing this? You know what would happen to Berkscorp if Levi's father pulls his funds," he said, walking up to me.
"Not as deadly as what might befall me if I let him take her from me."
"You are not a kid anymore. You are the heir of the Barney's family, and you are my son. Above all that, you are the future of Berkscorp," he yelled. He was really frustrated, and I knew.
"And who says I care about your Berkscorp? I don't care what Levi does; he is not having Maddie," I screamed back in his face.
"Fucking ingrate," he snarled before slapping me really hard. "You dare not show up at that wedding."
"Stop me if you can," I said, walking up the stairs.
"Asher," he screamed out my name.
I didn't care how he must have felt. All my life, I had lived by his rules, did only what he wanted. Even when I told him about Maddie, he refused because his business partner's son also had interest in her. At that point, I was just tired of the controlling, and I wanted to do what I felt was right, even if it wouldn't end well. Unfortunately for me, immediately after I arrived at the venue, a gang of hefty guys bundled me into a bus, beating me up before dumping me in the outskirts of another town with a message from my father that under no circumstance should I ever return to town. I grunted in pain, hating my father with everything left in me.
Present day...
I was still in the parking lot, remembering Maddie because of how I hurt Isla too. Since Maddie refused to talk to me when I snuck back into town fourteen years ago for missing her wedding, I had vowed to myself not to get emotionally attached to any other girl. But here I was, falling in love yet again with someone I would be contesting with for a position I didn't even want. But yet again, I was Asher Barney, the heir and son of the founder of Berkscorp, and I couldn't just quit and let my father hate me even more. I must make him proud. I must not give in to pressure.