The Never Wanted Mate

Drunken Mistakes II

Devin

I just lie there feeling like a screw up. I try to control my spinning thoughts and emotions. Taylor comes down and lies next to me. Luckily she keeps her hands to herself. We both lie quietly.

I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was waking up to Aiden poking me in the face.

“f**k, where is she?” I ask Aiden as soon as my eyes open. 

“She passed out, just like you. I had a friend take her over to his place so she could sober up. She was like this close to ripping the clothes off your unconscious body,” Aiden says, holding his hands close together to demonstrate how close he thought I was to getting assaulted. 

“s**t. I guess you are talking about Taylor?” I ask. I try to remember last night but I get only snippets. Remembering the look on my mate’s face sends a shiver down my spine. 

“How many girls were you with last night that you need me to clarify which one? Damn, I missed one party! But I was talking about the girl who was trying to take your pants off when I showed up,” he responds.

“Yup, definitely Taylor,” I tell him. Is it too much to hope that I just dreamt my mate showed up while another girl was on me? 

“Nope, she was here, you d**k,” Terri says in my mind. 

“Oh s**t, Terri. Did she see anything?” 

“Just you with your pants unzipped and another girl trying to feel you up. Does that count as seeing anything?” He responds with disgust. 

“Oh s**t, s**t. Where is she?” I ask.

“Don’t know. She left while you were passed out,” he says, clearly disappointed by my actions.

“s**t, Aiden. I really messed it up this time,” I say as I try to figure out how to fix everything I managed to mess up in the last 24 hours. 

Elliot

I arrived home triumphantly. I scored the contract with Asha, and I was too excited to think. 

I picked up dinner on the go, so I walked up to my apartment to eat alone. I sigh as I step into my apartment. It feels more dark, cold, and lonely than usual. I moved in here the day I walked out of my parents house and tried to make my own way in the world since then. 

Both my parents are amazing. They own a construction business and have accumulated a lot of wealth. I am their only child, so they tried to give me the world. It didn’t matter if I earned or not, I just got it. And that concept really bothered me growing up. 

It played on my conscience whenever I read about all the disasters, destruction, and poverty in the world. Pretty soon, I just couldn’t take one more thing I didn’t earn. It was difficult, but I told my parents that I wanted to live and not be given a life. And I walked out. 

I do have to admit that my parents helped me find an apartment and paid a few months of rent before I was able to support myself, but I applied and got into grad school. I finished my PhD in civil engineering and made my own nonprofit business. I try to secure my own donors for my projects because I don’t want to have my parents do everything for me. That’s why it was very important to get Asha’s sponsorship. 

I set my food on the dining table and opened the nearby window. Maybe I can call Ms. Lorena and have her join me for dinner. Me. Lorena is my next door neighbor for as long as I’ve lived here. 

Shortly after I moved into my apartment, she had come to introduce herself and brought a homemade rhubarb and strawberry pie that was the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. Even thinking about it makes my mouth water. I was flattered by her kind gesture, and we became very close. 

She was living alone and so was I. We bonded over our lonely lives. She had a never ending list of stories to tell and is quite entertaining. Let me give her a call, I will walk over if she’s home.

I looked at my phone for the first time since the morning. I have 87 text messages and 43 calls. 

Shit! What happened? I scroll through and see that most of them are from Ms. Lorena.

I don’t have time to read messages if it’s an emergency. I call her only to have it go directly to voicemail. I run over to her apartment and knock vigorously on the door, praying that she is alright. 

I think my heart skips a beat when the door almost gets ripped off the hinges. It’s now hanging by a thread. I stare into a set of familiar green eyes.

I’m so shocked to see him here that I just stare. Am I having a bad dream? Or a good dream? I shake my head clear as I see another woman I know come and put her hands all over him. That’s when I see that his pants are open, and a huge d**k is poking out of his pants. 

I can’t help the look of disappointment that crosses my face. I don’t know what is going on here, but it's time to go. I can’t stay here for a minute longer. I try to close the barely hanging on door and somehow get it to close. I ran back to my apartment.

I finally look down at my phone. I need to call the police because that girl and green eyed man broke into Ms. Lorena's apartment. I first check my text messages and find that Ms. Lorena's grandson was diagnosed with cancer. She messaged that she is moving back immediately and probably won't be able to say goodbye. 

Her last message says that she gave her apartment away to a kind gentleman named Devin. Something about helping her move. 

Right, so I guess calling the cops are no longer necessary. 

Devin. That's his name. I can't help the feelings that this man starts in me. This is going to be a long few months until Ms. Lorena's lease ends. I can't picture him with another woman because for some odd reason it makes me jealous. My thoughts drift to his half naked body, and I can't help the pool of wetness between by legs. 

In fact, I am so turned on right now that I am squirming. I grab my vibrator, guess I will just have to finish the job, alone. What a rollercoaster of a day!