What Was Meant to Be

by Q.B. Tyler

“Yeah, you’re fucked. He looks like a man that came here to play zero games.”

“Yes, Mason. I am insane. I let the woman I love slip right through my fingers. I want her back and I want her back now.”

“NO. I am mad! But he’s here, and I look like this,” she says, pointing down at herself. “And… he has great head game.”

“So yeah, we should just go. If I go home with someone tonight, and he fucking sucks in bed, I’m going to kill you.” She points at me.

“She is just looking out for me.” “She doesn’t need to do that where I’m concerned.” He frowns but even still he looks gorgeous. “Oh? Because you weren’t here when she was picking me up off my bathroom floor once a week. You weren’t here when she was holding my hand through hours and hours of crying or holding my hair back when I drank my weight in whiskey. She helped fix what you broke, Jacob.”

That must strike a nerve because he balls his hands into fists and a scowl finds his perfect face. “You think I give a fuck? You could be married with three kids, and you’d still belong to me.”

“No, don’t backtrack now. Go get your shoes and get back out here. We need to talk. And if you don’t, I’m coming in the house and you’ll have a harder time explaining that.”

“Did I really hurt you that badly that you believe you deserve to take that kind of shit from anyone?”

“All you’d have to do is pull your top off and I’d be on my knees in front of you.”

“I never had that much power over you,” she interrupts and I frown at her. Is she serious? When we were together, all she had to do was look at me and I’d do anything for her. “What world are you living in? Yes, you did.”

“It was earlier in our relationship. We’d only been together about three months. I ended it for a little bit and he begged, groveled, he sent flowers, cards and gifts.” I wave a hand toward him as if to say et cetera. “You get it, I took him back on a trial run.” I chuckle. “He became this perfect guy. It truly was just a stupid drunken mistake. He was in Vegas. Bachelor party. You know how it is.” “Can’t say that I do. I went to three bachelor parties while we were together and I distinctly remember demanding nudes from you every four hours. So don’t hand me that drunk mistake bullshit

“You deserve better than that. Better than this.” “What’s better…? You? Is that where you’re going with this?”

“I told you I love you.”

“It’s unfair of you to expect me to say it back when I’m with someone else. Jacob… it’s too late.”

“Why? No one is married yet. You can still change your mind; the question is do you want to and I think you do.”

“You’re only back in town because of me.”

“Yes, Whitney. I’m back in town because I heard you were getting fucking married and I…”

“This is why I wanted to talk about this in private, where there was no chance of interruptions.” I lower my voice as I stand up. I reach my hand out for her and pull her to her feet, rubbing my thumb instinctively over her ring finger again. “I hate this here.”

“Well, I hate that you left me, so we’re even.” She snatches her hand out of my hand. “You didn’t ask me to wait for you, Jacob and I’m tired of you insinuating that I should have. You told me to move on, so that’s what I did.”

I share a look with Jacob and I’m pretty sure

his reads something along the lines of “I’m not planning to” in response to my look that says, “do not test me.”

“I feel like I haven’t heard the story of how you two met anyway?” Jacob asks. “Don’t tell me a dating app?” he jokes condescendingly.

“You went out with some guy you met online? Alone? Was Chloe at least with you the first time?”

“Calm down, dad,” I snap and his blue eyes darken and narrow in response. I didn’t call you daddy so don’t even look at me like that.

He tugs my hair gently and it has a direct line to my clit which pulses in response. “Yes here. We absolutely should. The sooner my dick gets inside of you the better.”

“We are in my parents’ house… I’m still engaged.” Fuck fuck fuck. What am I doing?

“It isn’t fair.” “What isn’t, angel?”

“Any of this. All of this. We would probably be married by now. Or at least engaged… the way you always were with me before you decided to end us on a fucking whim,”

“I believe you would have had a ring on my finger the second my parents knew about us. Instead, now we’re in this mess because you’re having a mid-life crisis or whatever the fuck and realized you don’t want to spend the rest of your years drowning in random pussy.

That’s what this is right? You’re over being single and you realize no one can su...

“Whitney, I haven’t slept with anyone.” My head cocks to the side. “What do you mean?” “While we’ve been apart, I haven’t been with anyone else,” he says just before his lips form a straight line. “You’re the last woman I’ve slept with.”

“You are literally McDreamy and McSteamy personified and you haven’t had sex in THREE years!? I had sex with myself last night just thinking about you!”

“Jacob, I knew I’d never find that spark again. Parker and I… we’re different.” I snort, interrupting her. “Yeah, no shit. He fucking sucks, Whitney.” She puts a hand up. “Not now, JP.” She furrows her brows and purses her lips before continuing. “I settled, because he was nice and treated me well—” “Treated you well? He cheated on you, baby.”

“We can’t.” “Why?” “WHY?” I whisper shout. “What do you mean why?” “We’re adults.” “Yes, and I’m one of which who helped raise you. I’m your Godfather.” “And nothing about that turns you on? Because it makes me wet as fuck,”

“Do you know how many nights I gave myself an orgasm thinking about you?” She leans over the counter, giving me a better look down her shirt.

“You… you’re a virgin?” Based on how comfortable she is talking about sex, I did not expect that. “It’s hard to get in the mood when you’re obsessed with your dad’s best friend. Really, who can compare?”

“Have you… has anyone given you an orgasm?” The

“Only my hand. Fueled by a lot of fantasies of you,” she whispers.

“No,” I say, slamming the door shut. “No?” She looks up at me before biting down on her lip as it trembles. “You never tell me no.” “You never ask for shit that’s impossible to give you.”

“Not true. You once got me a pony before Mom made you take it back.”

“But it feels good.” She wets her lip and my eyes drop to mouth. “Doesn’t it?” I don’t respond. “Don’t I feel good?” She leans down and presses her lips to my neck before grazing her teeth over my earlobe and I groan. “Fuck. Where did you learn to be like this? How are you this confident about sex as a virgin?” “You made me this confident about everything,” she whispers. “You taught me to go after what I want and what I want JP, is you.”

“Come for me, Whitney,” I tell her and when I look up at her, I catch her gaze and see the look in her eyes. “Come for daddy.”

“Jacob, no one knows so I kind of have to. How would that look? And even if I am planning to break up with him, I don’t want him to… I don’t want anything bad to happen to him. He’s not a terrible person, no matter how badly you want him to be.” “He touched my woman. Fucked my woman. And had the nerve to ask her to marry him.” He closes the distance between us and pulls me into his arms. “He’s the worst.”

get it, Whitney. I’m not mad at you either, I’m just…” He grabs me and pushes me against the wall and grips my face with his hands. “You are fucking mine. All mine.” “All yours,” I repeat. “I just got you back and now you have to go to New York to tend to some other man.”

“He’s never gotten aggressive with you, right?” His lips find my chin and he drags them along my jawline. “I’ll kill him, you know.”

“Then bring your sexy little ass home tonight.”

didn’t get a chance to reunite with it properly.”

trap my index finger between my teeth and bite down gently. “Oh?” “Don’t act coy, Whitney. Like you don’t love anal.”

“All I had to do was rest a vibrator against your clit or rub it with my fingers and you’d be begging for my cock.”

“Your tiny little body underneath mine as I rocked into your ass, gripping your hips as it sucked every ounce of cum out of me.”