Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 69

To Bang

A yellow checkered cab pulls up in front of the church. I hike up my enormous crinoline skirt and trip into the backseat. Troy runs outside as I slam the car door. "Maeve! Wait!"

I knock frantically on the plastic partition.

"Go. Now. Please."

The cab driver speeds off, leaving Troy and everything else behind. I look at my reflection in the window. My makeup is a mess. I sniffle and wipe my nose on my arm. "Where to?"

"The closest place that serves alcohol."

"You got it."

I stare vacantly at the horizon but I don't see any of it. I just keep replaying that horrible moment in my head, analyzing and agonizing until I'm in a blind rage. The driver glances at me in the rearview mirror. "He must have done something pretty bad for you to run out like that."

"He's hooking up with my twin brother."

"Yeesh. Well, better you find out now than ten years down the line."

"No offense, but I'm not really in the mood for conversation." "None taken."

We arrive at a plain brick building in the middle of nowhere. I don't know how much time has passed. I just feel empty. The driver turns back to look at me. "Fraternal Order of the Spotted Owl. Best you're gonna get in a dry county. It's a members-only club but I have a feeling they'll make an exception for you."

"Thank you. Really." I take a deep breath and try to center myself. "How much do I owe you? Do I even have my wallet?"

"No charge. Runaway bride special." He comes around the side to help me out. "I hope you have a better tomorrow."

"Can't be worse than today, right?"

I rip off my veil and shakily traverse the gravel parking. The heavy wood doors swing out in front of me. The bar is fairly quiet. There's less than fifteen people in the whole place.

I march up to a sketchy looking table in the middle of the room and gingerly climb on top. I clap my hands as loud as I can. The men turn toward me.

"Attention, bar patrons! Who is going to fuck me? Any takers?"

The energy in the room is tense. The bartender smiles and slaps down a coaster.

"You need a drink. It's on the lodge."

I ease myself off the table

"What's your name?"

"Maeve."

you, Maeve. What're you

"Whiskey. Something expensive."

"Breakfast of champions."

glasses of Pappy Van Winkle and puts one down in front of me. We clink. The other guests

"Chandler."

"Like Friends?"

"Like Raymond."

it

"Oh yeah."

throw back the rest of my drink.

two more

for special

"Which one is this?"

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little bit of

That sounds about

tear a cocktail napkin

how I'm going to face

not want to talk about

on my fiancé blowing my

"Holy shit."

"Yeah."

you need

I drink. "Where's the

of confusing." Chandler wipes his hands on his jeans. "Hey, Beau, can you

"Sure thing, kid."

the stool. I discreetly look him up and down. He's lean and handsome in

step. The floorboards are uneven in the

his arm. His

"Thank you."

TV anymore. I push Chandler against the wall and kiss him hard. He wraps his arms around me. Hoists

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