The argument was nothing short of legendary. It began in the taxi on the way there, escalated into silence by the time we arrived, and exploded into full-blown hostility as we walked into the venue. I was furious—he had been unfaithful, and his attempt to shift the blame onto me wasn’t going to fly.

Right there, in front of everyone, we broke up, and that was it. One of his friends tried to defend him, claiming that someone like him wouldn’t back down in a crowd, but that was the final straw for me. I had paid for the hotel, so I gathered his belongings, dropped them at reception, canceled his key card, and ended it for good.

I spent the next hour rearranging my seat on the return flight, ensuring I wouldn’t have to sit next to that jerk on the way home. Once that was sorted, I changed clothes, headed to a bar, and ordered a drink, trying to figure out what to do next. After being part of a duo for so long, being alone felt... strange.

"If it helps, we’ve all told him he’s an idiot for what he did," a voice said from behind me.

I turned slowly, ready to tell whoever from his group it was to get lost. Instead, I saw Jimmy. He was quiet, kind, and exactly the kind of company I needed.

“Cheer me up,” I said with a sigh.

“I know a spot that does amazing margaritas,” he offered.

“Lead the way.” I grabbed my bag, and that’s how it started. Jimmy was the polar opposite of Brandon. He didn’t thrive on attention or put on a show. Instead, he treated me like a person. No expectations, no games—just lighthearted fun.

After we finished our drinks, I thanked him and suggested he might need to get back to his partner.

He chuckled. “Partner? I don’t have one.”

“Seriously?” I asked, genuinely surprised. He was good-looking. I tried not to stare but sneaked a long glance, confirming that beneath his t-shirt was a fit, well-built body. He even smelled great.

“I’m not great at getting noticed by women,” he admitted.

“So, why do you hang out with these guys? They’re all... players, aren’t they?”

“Promise not to get mad if I tell you?”

“Why would I get mad?”

“Brandon’s my brother,” he said simply. “I live here.”

That caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It all started to click. Before long, we were back at his apartment, cooking dinner together.

Halfway through, the doorbell rang. Jimmy answered it, and I could hear raised voices. He came back looking frustrated.

“You could’ve mentioned you kicked him out of the hotel,” he said. “But don’t worry—I sent him to our cousin’s place.”

And that’s how I ended up staying the night. One thing led to another, and by morning, I woke tangled in sheets with the sound of the shower running. Stretching contentedly, I decided I felt pretty good about myself. Pulling on my panties and one of his shirts, I wandered around his stylish apartment.

The view was breathtaking—especially in the bathroom. Jimmy stood under the spray, broad shoulders tapering to a firm butt and strong legs. I lingered, watching, until he turned and caught me. Without hesitation, I stepped in, and we kissed.

I had to stand on tiptoe, given our height difference, but with Jimmy, it felt hopelessly sensual. His gaze drifted down to the damp fabric clinging to my skin, outlining every curve. When we kissed again, his hand found my breast, and I pressed against him, feeling the undeniable evidence of his desire.

Being in the shower with him felt electrifying, as though the entire town could see us through the window—but I didn’t care. If they wanted a show, they were welcome to watch. His cock felt incredible in my hand as he unbuttoned my shirt, and when his lips closed around my nipple, the rush of arousal made me jump. He gave me a curious glance, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the fire he was igniting in me.

His hand slid into my panties, and I gasped as his finger parted my labia. The slightest touch to the folds of my pussy left me breathless, but when he found my clit, I was lost. My whole body ached for him, desperate to feel him inside me.

Despite his size, he was gentle, and I was more than ready for him. The moment we both knew we were meant for each other happened as I pressed myself against the glass, overwhelmed by the pleasure of him entering me. He wasn’t even all the way in when I felt the intensity of it—by the time I had taken all of him, I was gasping and moaning, utterly consumed by desire.

For several minutes, we moved together, my toes barely touching the floor as I braced myself against the glass, feeling exposed to the world. Then, with one of those slow, knowing smiles I’d come to adore, he turned me around and lifted me effortlessly. His cock filled me completely, and as my back pressed against the glass, every thrust made my clit throb with pleasure. I clung to him, weightless in his arms, and if he had kept going just a moment longer, I would have climaxed right there.

But I don’t come easily.

When he laid me down under the warm water, I was already aching for more. His tongue found my clit, and the sensation was overwhelming—so much better than anything I had experienced with Brandon. Jimmy’s touch was a mix of raw passion and genuine care, and it wasn’t long before I was panting and moaning uncontrollably. My hand found its way to his hair as I felt the buildup of pleasure deep in my pelvis. When the orgasm hit, it was like nothing I’d ever known—an explosion of ecstasy that left me breathless, my body arching under his touch.

As I recovered, I beckoned him closer, and though he hesitated briefly, I took him in my hand and smiled. “I want you,” I whispered.

For a third time, I felt the head of his cock brush against me, and I was more ready than ever. Our eyes locked as he entered me, the stretch and fullness driving me wild. Every time we’re together, it takes me back to that shower—lying on the floor, water rushing over us, completely open and vulnerable to each other.

This time, as he came, so did I. I held him close, feeling every pulse of his release, even as it spilled out of me. The moment felt perfect—pure, unfiltered intimacy. I sat up and kissed him, unable to stop smiling.

As the water washed away the evidence of our passion, he looked down at me. “Rika, I haven’t been with anyone in a year.”

I silenced him with another kiss. Why is it that the quiet ones always turn out to be the best?