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  Oh! Katherine

  Mia Ford

  Copyright © 2018 by Mia Ford

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  Contents

  Blurb

  1. Alistair

  2. Katherine

  3. Alistair

  4. Katherine

  5. Alistair

  6. Katherine

  7. Alistair

  Epilogue

  Blurb

  I used to hate her

  But now I want her just as much!

  She just makes me so wild.

  Our best friends just got married to each other

  And it means I will get to see her more often!

  I will do all the dirty things to her

  Just to teach her a lesson.

  But the more I see her

  The more I feel that my hate towards her is transforming to something else.

  Something that I won’t be able to escape

  No matter what!

  Katherine Plummer might be the woman to destroy me

  But I’ll let that happen

  As long as she continues to play the dirty games with me!

  1

  Alistair

  “Well, well, Alistair Chance, how does it feel seeing your best friend tying the knot like that?”

  Her words are like pure sex, I swear I can feel them vibrating all the way to my balls. She drives me crazy. With her flame red hair spilling over her shoulders and her plump pink lips, my mouth waters. Her wide hips and pert breasts are like a fucking sex show just for me. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I do Katherine Plummer… it’s just a shame that I hate her guts more than I have the hots for her.

  “Leave it out, Little Miss Stubborn.” I roll my eyes and snort. “You’re cramping my style here.”

  Any other woman would take such offense to that they would high tail out of here, but if there’s one thing I should know by now, Katherine isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met before.

  “Oh yeah, I see. Why, are you waiting to hit on one of the poor, innocent women here?”

  Her jealousy spikes electricity through me, it makes me want to laugh, actually. Who the hell would have though it? I sure as hell never would have thought that I’d end up with someone like her lusting after me, remembering all the times when she was the object of my affections…

  It isn’t our fault, that’s what I need to keep reminding myself. Tamara and Logan are the ones to blame for this. If they hadn’t fallen in love and decided to get married, me and Katherine could have happily gone on hating one another from afar and it wouldn’t have mattered at all. No one would’ve even noticed.

  But not only did they have to fall in love, Tamara also had to suffer from amnesia which led to all kinds of issues, drawing me and Katherine together a lot. We couldn’t seem to avoid one another no matter how much we wanted to. It was actually after a visit to the hospital when we had the share a cab together alone - the first time that we’d ever been alone, actually - when we kissed. An argument somehow transformed into a brand new heat and we just… caved to it. As if it was a temptation we’d been fighting forever, it was strange.

  Only, I’m not the sort of guy who can just have a kiss, so soon I had her pants off and we were fucking.

  Little miss prissy pants, the woman who always has to be right, was raw fucking me in an alleyway. I fucking loved seeing that side of her. When she was unhinged and wild, it sent me around the bend.

  It stopped there, or it did for a while. We went our separate ways and that was the end of it. I assumed that she would just be another one night stand who I wouldn’t think of again. I have many of those under my belt. I always try to play it off as my search for ‘the one’ but I don’t believe in that cap. I’m just having fun.

  But… Katherine didn’t want to leave my brain, she stayed there, driving me insane. I tried to push her out, to hook up with other women to distract me but nothing worked. The stubborn woman wouldn’t go.

  Then, to blame Tamara and Logan again, they left on a world wide trip for six months leaving me and Katherine with no one. We didn’t have any reason to hide our lust for one another then, no one to keep it a secret from, to we starved off our boredom with one another. We had sex to our heart’s content.

  Somewhere along the line it became more than just sex. We actually began to hang out, to just spend time together. By the time the six months were up we were in one another’s pockets leaving us with an awkward conversation to have. Did we confess all and turn it into a real relationship, or say goodbye?

  Clearly, we chose to cut it off, and aside from one slip up two nights ago when we both drunkenly stayed at our friend’s house, we’ve kept away from one another. We’ve been good. So, now I need to show her that I don’t give a shit about her. I need to prove to Katherine and myself that none of this matters.

  “Yeah, I’m going to take one of these bitches home. You have any advice for me? Which one isn’t crazy?”

  Katherine tosses her head back and laughs. “Oh right, and you want me to tell you that?”

  “Why…?” I lean in so close that my breath tickles her throat. “That isn’t weird for you, is it?”

  She stiffens her spine and puts on that tart voice she doesn’t want to admit to something. I smirk to myself as I watch her squirm. There’s nothing better than making her loosen up, even if she hates me for doing so. During sex it’s even more incredible. She’s the best I’ve ever had. It’s on another level with her.

  “It isn’t weird at all. Why would it be weird? This is a wedding reception. You’re the best man, I think it’s pretty normal for you to hook up, don’t you? Why wouldn’t you take someone home?”

  Ah, I see what she’s doing, turning it around on me. Very smart. “Oh, well it’s normal for the maid of honor as well.” Those words twist like an unexpected knife in my gut. “Although it should be with each other.”

  Katherine cocks one eyebrow at me as if she can’t believe I just said that. “Shh, will you?”

  “Why?” I nod my head towards Tamara and Logan while they dance in the middle of the room. They are far too wrapped up in each other and the kids to notice what we’re up to. “No one can hear us.”

  “No, I know.” She shimmies her shoulders with discomfort. “But we shouldn’t talk about it anyway. We decided, didn’t we? We chose not to go there anymore and I think that we should just… forget it.”

  I bristle, how the hell can she even say that? She isn’t forgettable and I know for sure that I’m not either. I’ve had many women unable to let our flings go because me and my cock is too much for them to handle.

  “Oh yeah, of course.” I sneak my hand behind her and squeeze her butt. “We’re just going to forget about hoe sexy you look with your lips wrapped around my tip. We’re not going to talk about the night you came over after a bad day of work when I gave you multiple orgasms on the couch, we’ll just ignore how much you like my tongue writhing around inside of you…” Her breath catches in her throat, and I have to admit that I feel the same way too. I’ve managed to set myself alight with my words. “Someone else can have that tonight.”

  Her lips pout, she doesn’t like this one bit, but fuck it, she wants to forget about us while we have to hang around together all the time, then she’ll just have to get used to it. I will be with other chicks… even if there aren’t any here tonight to catch my eye. None of them as stand out as her anyway.

  “Is that what you want? For someone else to have me?
Because I’m not entirely convinced that it is… I can see it in your eyes. I think that just maybe you want me all for yourself, because you’re so greedy.”

  “Will you just… just…” She rasps and gasps. “Stop it already? This isn’t fair.”

  “No, what isn’t fair is the dress you’re wearing. All tight and black, clinging to your curves, giving you a kick ass cleavage. How the hell am I supposed to control myself around you?”

  Katherine tilts her head to look at me and I can see the desperate neediness in her eyes. I’ve had that gaze upon me one too many times and I know exactly where it leads. But if we’re putting this behind us now then so be it.

  “You… but I thought you wanted to hook up with someone else tonight?”

  I cringe internally at her words, I don’t like the way this makes me feel but I have to keep my hard outer shell. I can’t let her know what’s really going on or it’ll change the dynamic of everything.

  “Not even one more time, that’s what you said. Never again. It’s a shame, but what can we do…”

  “You know why,” she hisses back. “If we carry on, we’ll have to tell our friends and that just…”

  “Puts too much pressure on us, I know. I don’t want pressure either. It’s just a shame, that’s all.”

  “A shame… yes, I agree, but it’s what we decided and we can’t go back on that now…”

  “Oh no, we wouldn’t want to go back on our word. That would just be dreadful.” I wait for her to answer, but I get nothing, she remains in a thick silence. “Right, that’s perfectly clear then.”

  With that, I push my back off the bar and I waltz over to the first woman who’s giving me eye contact. Some brunette whose face might as well be a blank canvas for all I can see. This isn’t about her, I sure as hell won’t be taking her home, I just want to wind Katherine up, to make her jealous. The angrier she is, the more I rile her up, the more likely she is to fuck me again. I want her to fuck me again. I want to bury myself inside of her, to feel that deep connection I can only get with her. She brings me back to life, as if I’ve been dead.

  “Oh, hey there.” The Brunette’s night has been transformed. “I have heard all about you. You’re Logan’s best friend, right?” I nod, while darting my eyes over to Katherine. She’s pointedly looking away already. “I’ve heard some really good things about you. Mostly from Sandi who works at Tamara’s charity…”

  Urgh, Sandi… that’s someone I’d much rather forget. She came along on a night where Katherine had just rejected me and I needed to hate fuck someone else. Sandi was the unfortunate, if not incredibly willing, person who was just there. She was actually the person who made me realize that I don’t want to be this person anymore. I don’t want to be the guy who endlessly sleeps around. I want more. I want to be better.

  Not that I’ll ever tell anyone that.

  I can feel Katherine’s eyes boring angrily into me now, she can’t keep away for too long, so I shoot her one last withering look before I turn back to the brunette. It’s time to be on top form.

  “Well, that’s wonderful to hear,” I purr. “What has Sandi been telling you?”

  “Only that you have to most amazing…” She trails her finger down my chest, slowly moving it towards my cock. “Well, you know.” She giggles, seemingly not noticing that I don’t feel anything from her. “Yeah.”

  “Hmm, I see, and you want a little piece of that yourself, do you?” I wiggle my eyebrows. “I like a strong, confident woman. That’s what really gets me going…”

  No, that’s not true. What I like is a crazy, stubborn uptight bitch who will argue to the death with me even when she’s wrong, but who will then loosen up in the bedroom and show a side of herself that’s so vulnerable and free, so unsure yet confident all at once. I want a woman who only I really know, someone who will give herself over to me completely… only unfortunately, I can’t have that person because we’re both too busy wanting to keep us a secret.

  It really is such a shame.

  2

  Katherine

  Urgh, he fucking infuriates me! He drives me insane. I can’t be around him without balling my hands up into fists and pumping them angrily. No one ever makes me feel as untamed and animalistic as him. I’ve always been a little bit of a control freak, someone who plans out her life and sticks to that plan. I went to college after high school, I got my business degree, then I got a job at Becks and Norris, just like I always planned I would.

  I like a plan, a schedule suits me, it helps me to keep my power. It means I can’t exactly understand how people like my best friend, Tamara, can be so flighty and unprepared, but I try my hardest.

  The only part of my life that hasn’t yet gone to plan is the love life part of it. I was supposed to meet the man of my dreams at twenty three years old, get married at twenty five, then have my first child before I hit twenty seven years old. It was all so perfect and would give me the time to have more kids if needs be… yet I’ve spent the last year or so - actually, more than a year, not that I’m counting - fucking the bad boy who is never going to give me the happy ever after that I want. The more time I spend with him, the more off track I get. Alistair isn’t exactly the sort of man who leaves room for anything else in my life. He’s utterly all consuming.

  In my defense, I keep trying to pull away, I keep attempting to put an end to this but he lures me back in. He’s a drug and I’m an addict. I can’t seem to say no however much I want to. Like, right now, this is all just a game. He’s flirting with someone else in front of me because I’ve basically rejected him just to wind me up. He’s done it before, we’ve been in this place at another time, only this time I won’t get sucked in. I refuse.

  “Urgh, idiot.” I roll my eyes and turn around to the bar man. “Can I have another drink, please?”

  “You look like you’re having a rough night.” He hands me another glass of champagne. “Do you not like weddings very much? I have to admit, I’m not much of a fan myself…”

  “No, no, this isn’t the wedding, it’s my best friend’s big day. I’m happy for her. It’s… something else.”

  I can’t explain, I don’t know how I would even begin saying this to someone else. In fact, I need to get the hell away before I speak out and say too much. Tamara can’t know, no matter what.

  I keep the silence and stalk across the room, clicking my heels as I go. I need to get the hell out of this room before it suffocates me. I can’t watch Alistair with another woman. Even if I know it’s happening, I can’t see it. I keep that one determined thought in my mind all the way to the cloak room where I pause to take a breath. There’s no one here, the employee won’t be back until later on in the evening when people start to leave so I can have some much needed moments just by myself to get him out of my head. Even if he’s always there.

  “Hey, Prissy Pants.” I roll my eyes closed as his voice follows me. “What ya doing out here all alone?”

  “Just leave me alone,” I spit back. “I don’t want to speak to you right now.”

  The heat of his body moves closer to me but I don’t turn. Let him speak to my back if that’s what he wants to do. Which when his hands rest on my shoulders, it seems like he does. His touch sends much too familiar sparkles trickling all the way down to my core, but I refuse to let the shudder free. I can’t let him know that he affects me.

  He affects me more than anyone else has ever done before, he drags something new out of me. I like who I am around him, he really does set me free, but we cannot just be. He’s not one for commitment, it won’t ever happen. I can’t keep being just a hook up for him unless I want to end up with a shattered heart.

  “Then let’s not speak, that must be the easiest way.”

  He grabs my hips in a commanding way and spins me around. I make eye contact with him for just a second before his mouth crashes down against mine. I thrash and fight him, trying to get him off me because this isn’t supposed to be happening again, least of all in pu
blic, but soon, as always, I mold and cave.

  I’m just a human being. A red hot blooded woman, and he transforms me into a beast.

  Once he knows that he has me, Alistair slips his hand into mine and he drags me fully into the cloak room. In and among the coats it feels like we’re alone, like we have total privacy which causes fireworks to explode. When he kisses me again I can admit to myself that I don’t want him to hook up with anyone else, I want him to be with me. Every time we have sex, I never want it to end, even when I say it, I want us to continue.

  “Oh no,” I groan quietly while tossing my head back. “Why can’t I resist you?”

  He hitches my skirt up over my thighs and rubs one over his velvety fingers over the silk of my panties. “Because, my dear…” His seductive words cause a heat to pool. “I’m irresistible, didn’t you know?”

  I hook my hands around his neck and crash his lips against mine to silence him. His words are too much, they’re making me think, and if there’s one thing I need to not do around Alistair Chance, it’s think. My brain hurts, all logic fails me and I need to just feel instead. The sensations are so much easier to handle. They make sense. They are the only thing that does.

  I let him command my core with his fingers. He slides into my panties uninvited and massages me there. His expert touch is too much to handle, I realize that I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I spotted him at the other end of the aisle looking utterly delicious in his well fitting tuxedo. The trousers of which my fingers are now hungrily grabbing at as if there’s no tomorrow. I need that zipper down, I want him out.

  “Oh fuck.” He buries his face in my neck, his words vibrating all over my throat as I wrap my fingers tightly around him. He wants to resist me, I can almost feel him pulling back as he tries to regain control which makes my next move simple. I want the power over him and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it. It’s always like this between us, a struggle to keep control, we both want to be on top… so I drop to my knees and I wrap my eager lips around him. I cover him with my wet mouth and taste him all over.