Friday night at Blake’s on The Park is the place to be in Atlanta and after the horrific week I had, I needed to let loose. My boss was down my throat over every little thing and not in a good way.
All my friends were busy, so it was just me, the skin-tight jeans, and a purple crop top I threw on. I felt cute, but too exhausted to do myself up the way I normally would. I just wanted to get drunk. I needed a blackout weekend. It was 10pm, and the place was already popping. So many beautiful people surrounded me, but they all had their little cluster tribe.
I was sitting at the bar on my fourth drink when they walked in. I noticed him first. Ed sported a distinguished presence with his groomed beard and sculpted hair. His wife, Kymmie, was a ravishing goddess that could brighten up a funeral home. They would tell me later they noticed me first and gave each other a knowing look of approval. So, everything from that point was a calculated, devious plan of seduction.
I never stood a chance of escaping the greedy, lusty hands of those two. Not saying I was upset, but it’s a little jarring. We are told we have free will, but sometimes forces stronger than ourselves are at work behind the scenes. I became a helpless pawn, and it was exactly what I needed.
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