My Unexpected Forever
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One night – that’s all I need – nothing more, nothing less. There’s nothing wrong with two adults giving into heated passion to fulfill one’s needs and desires. She may not need me, but after a minute with me, she’ll be begging for me to take her. I have no doubt she’ll satisfy my hunger. She’ll quench my thirst. Then I can move on. I can get her out of my system and go about my business. No one needs to know. No one can find out.
She walks to the bar. The barman flirts with her. It’s enough to make my blood boil. Is he her type? If so, I’m out of the running. He’s tall, lanky and looks like he plays basketball. The only thing I can play is her body and I know damn well I’ll be able to make her sing with the touch of a finger. The barman hands her a napkin and I have no doubts it probably has his number scrawled on it. He wants to take her on a date. I want to fuck her.
I down my whisky and coke and decide to take my chance. She can turn me down, I’ll be okay, but I don’t think she will. I’ve seen her watch me. I know that look. I’ve seen her undressing me, wondering what I have hiding under my jeans. If I play my cards right, I’ll be able to show her.

Heidi is my secret girl crush . . . . shhhhhhhhhhhh.

“Of yours, I am.”
Putty in my hands is what she is. I take another drag and exhale away from her. I’m a dickhead, but at least I have manners. I pull her closer and run my nose along the underside of her jaw inhaling her perfume. It smells sweet and sugary, not feminine at all. It’s a warning sign for me. It’s always the young ones that smell like candy. I can’t be too careful and definitely can’t afford any bad press.
“How old are you?” I ask, pulling back.
“Tonight’s my twenty-first birthday. We had plans until we saw your tweet. We drove an hour to get here.” Maybe I like Twitter after all.
I pick up a few strands of her blonde ponytail and twist them around my finger. She steps closer and puts her hand on my chest. She’s shy. Her hand shakes. She’s expectant even though I can tell she’s never done something like this before.
“Do you want a birthday kiss?” I ask, fully aware of what her answer will be. She nods, biting her lower lip. Her eyes go from mine to my lips and back again. I lean in, taking my time. I want to put her on the edge with just a little kiss, because that’s the game I like to play with the fangirls.

Everywhere I look, my friends are settling down - marriage, children, white picket fences; but not me. Marriage isn’t in the cards for me. I’m a ladies man.
A rock star.
I was born and raised in the industry.
I love everything about my life, especially the attention from the women that my status brings me.
Women find me. I don’t chase. I know what they want and they know I’ll deliver.
But after one look, one touch, one night...
Now I’m the one doing the chasing.
I need to find a way to show her that I’m serious, that I can change.
I need to find a way to show her that I can love her fully, and only her.
I need to find a way to show her that she’s my forever.

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