The Toy Maker

I dragged my feet over the asphalt as I made my way home. The sound of a blaring horn was the only thing that managed to startle me out of my fog; My mind replayed the moment before I walked out the door with Ethan by my side. When I finally made it back to my apartment I expected to play twenty questions with my unrelentingly nosy mother but instead, I was greeted with silence.

I flicked on the light switch to find everything how I had left it; Cereal crumbs were scattered on the floor from breakfast and my dress from the night was tossed over the lampshade.

"Mom?" There was no answer so I made my way to the guest room and peered inside; The bed was untouched with a small sticky note on the comforter. "I'm sorry I interrupted your life. -Mom"

I tossed the note onto the bed and slumped down to the floor. Just when I thought the day couldn't become any worse, I became my mother.

My fingers peeled at the label of Jade's offering while I contemplated performing my own personal magic trick.

I opened the bottle and prepared to perform a disappearing act; Now you see the alcohol, now you don't.

As soon as my lips touched the glass there was a knock at the door. I pushed myself off the ground and put on my best poker face for whoever decided to stop by.

A part of me wanted to hope it was Jason coming to beg for forgiveness, but sadly it was Mr. Sexy who was on the other side of the door.

"How do you know where I live?"

His dimples were very visible while he grinned, "Kitty told me." Just when I started to like her again.

"She also told me what happened today."

I sighed and tried to conceal my disappointment. The last thing I needed was pity from the man who was in the perfect position to scream 'I told you so'. "Yeah, it was um," I struggled to find the perfect word. "Shitty?" Ethan offered and I nodded in agreement.

"So what do you want?" I was in no mood for polite chit-chat.

"Can I come in?"

I hesitated before taking a swig of the whiskey, "No. I'm drinking and I make bad decisions when I'm drunk."

Ethan chuckled and glanced at the dingy floor, "Well I guess I'll just have to keep you company here then."

I watched him take a seat on the ground just outside of my apartment and fought back a smile.

"Care to join me?" He asked.

I weighed my options: Either get smashed and sob all night or drink with a freakishly hot man. It wasn't really much of a choice.

Once I was on his level it wasn't long before he asked for me to pass him the bottle. I reluctantly handed it over and waited for him to break the silence. "Wanna play a game?"

"Sure."

"It's called never have I ever," He explained, "What you do is sa-"

"You start."

He hummed while seemingly in deep thought, "Never have I ever orgasmed in front of a crowd."

"That's targeting." I complained before he shoved the whiskey my way.

"Drink up, princess."

I snatched the liquor from his hands and took a big sip. The stairs creaked above him as he waited for me to take my turn.

"Never have I ever been a millionaire before I was thirty." I figured that if he could target then so could I.

This process continued until we were down to half a bottle. My head was propped up against the door frame as I waited for Ethan to complete his turn.

"I got it," He slurred lightly, "Never have I ever fallen in love with my boss."

I scoffed at his cheap shot and raised the bottle to my lips. "Fuck you for making me admit that."

"Hey at least you got to drink for it," He took the liquor and held it up, "Cheers."

"You fell in love with your boss?"

"What can I say? Authority revs my engine."

I laughed, "Don't ever say that again."

"Well it made you laugh didn't it?" Ethan smiled as I stared at him.

"Never have I ever fell in love with the wrong man." I reached for the bottle and accidentally brushed my fingers against his.

I could feel my heartbeat in the most obscure places as he leaned in. My body numb from a cocktail of pain and poor alcohol tolerance, didn't move away.

Then his lips were against mine and tasted like warm caramel; We melted together in a drunken bliss where everything else disappeared.

But then reality caught up with me, and the illusion came crumbling down. I pulled away and tried to find the right words, "I-"

Ethan held his hand up for me to stop, "Don't worry about it.

"Are you sure?" I asked as he helped me to my feet.

"Yeah," He said, "I know how much you well, you know." He turned and started walking to the stairs before adding one more thing.

“I just wish he knew how much of a lucky bastard he really is."

He was gone before I could say another word; Not that I would know what to say. I leaned on the door and groaned at my poor judgement.

A knock startled me out of my pity party. "Ethan I'm so-" When I opened the door it was dark green eyes staring back at me.

"Ethan?" Jason asked. His voice was rough but the expression on his face was soft.

I cleared my throat, "Yeah he was just here."

"Did he come in?"

"Yes actually, I put on some sexy Latin tunes and we did the tango," I glared at him, "Butt-naked."

He rubbed his chin and stared off into the hall, "I suppose I deserve that." I didn't disagree.

"What do you want?"

"Can I come inside?"

"Fine." I chugged what was left of the Whiskey and moved out of the doorway.

Once he was inside I motioned for him to start talking. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Okay."

He ran his fingers through his wavy locks and sighed, "I want us to forget what happened today. We both made mistakes and-"

"Please get out of my apartment." I cut him off and pointed to the door.

"What?"

"You want to know what I want?" I didn't wait for him to respond, "I want a pony, that's right a motherfucking pony, a hundred grand in my savings account, maybe a nice chocolate molten lava cake and definitely not to have just witnessed you dry humping Anne of green gables two point-oh." I slurred, "But we don't all get what we want now do we?"

He sighed, "Tara it wasn't like th-"

"Then how the hell was it? Because from where I was standing that was exactly what it was."

"I just-"

"Just what, wanted to hurt me? Well, whoop-dee fuckin' do. Congratulations."

"How about you let me get through a damn sentence before interrupting me again?" He growled

I smirked, "Or what, you'll punish me?"

His face fell, "No, I'm not going to do that. You have a right to be mad," He scanned my unyielding expression before continuing, "I was out of line earlier and shouldn't have..dry humped Wendy."

The ceiling fan squeaked above us as we waited in silence. My inner voice whispered for me to forgive him but it also convinced me to throw Rose Williams clothes in the lake when she decided to go skinny dipping at camp Tikiwaka. In my defense, the bitch stole my Twinkies.

"Okay," I avoided his gaze, knowing that one look would pull me back into his web, "I accept your apology. As far as I'm concerned your conscious is clear."

"Tara-"

"I think it's time you leave." I blurted out before I lost the nerve. Jason nodded and opened the door. Watching people leave had become a common occurrence for me; I would have been more surprised if someone fought to stay. "I forgot something."

"Wh-" I didn't have time to finish my sentence before his lips found mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs.

I barely had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my permission, entered my mouth. It was a sloppy kiss with the strong scent of whiskey being exchanged in the merging of our breath. "You don't get to kiss me and make everything better," I whispered as he leaned in a little closer, causing our foreheads to touch.

He ran his thumb over my bottom lip tenderly, "I know."

I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest.

His kisses were my salvation and my torment. I lived for them and I would die with the memory of them on my lips, taunting me and mesmerizing me into the depths of eternity.

He yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his once again. His embrace was the only thing preventing me from dissolving onto the floor.

I was in awe of how my body reciprocated his passion and need for each other's touch. I opened my mouth against him with a low moan; The sound of his shallow breathing filled my ears.

He leaned down and softly kissed the tender area at the base of my neck. My body went rigid as trembles of desire rushed through my body; Warmth radiated from the spot where his lips caressed my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. He slanted his head further, deepening the kiss.

His fingers weaved themselves into my hair and guided my movements; The gentle motion of his hips pressed against mine had me drenched within minutes. His grip tightened around me and I was consumed in my lust for him.

"Is this okay?" He whispered against my lips.

The words rolled off my lips like a purr, "Yes, sir."

He growled and had me pinned against the wall before I could register what happened. His eyes were glowing with a thirst only I could satisfy.

His frame was holding me in place as he thrust his hips into me, "See what you do to me?"

I shivered at his touch as he traveled down to the place that I wanted him most; Only he wasn't as gentle as before. He rubbed me over my panties and smirked at the state they were in.

"Such a good girl."

Without further thought I pushed myself further into his hands; I whimpered as his fingers teased my throbbing clit. "Please." He stared at me until I continued, "I need more."

His hands left my pussy and in a flurry of desperation, I attacked. Our lips collided and we became a hurricane; The sound of lamps shattering and chairs tipping over, filled the room as we battled for control.

Jason groaned as I stroked his hard cock over his jeans, "Such a good boy." I teased while in the process of freeing my ride. I didn't get very far before he grabbed my arms and tossed me onto the back of the couch; My head was facing the cushions while my ass was on display.

I heard the sound of his belt slipping out of the loops and prepared for the worse. The leather rubbed against my wrists as he restrained me. I wiggled against him in a final act of defiance before his hand came down on my ass. "Aren't you a horny slut?" He asked. I kept quiet until he yanked my hair back and demanded that I answer him.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"I'm a horny slut!" I cried.

Satisfied with my answer, he pulled me up from my compromising position. I stared at him in confusion, "Do you want to come?" I nodded hesitantly and instantly knew I had made the wrong choice when his infamous grin spread across his face.