Faceless-Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Faceless-Chapter 2

... my self-esteem because of that lying, cheating asshole. But Skylar wouldn’t take no for an answer when I’d tried to politely decline. She had drilled it into my head, telling me that I was a beautiful woman who should not rob myself of the opportunity of meeting someone who could be “the one.” It’s funny when I think back on it—she’d been secretly planning on setting me up with her best friend, Oliver Griffin. He was a thirty-one year old family and divorce lawyer. As soon as Skylar had shared this information with me, it immediately turned me off. I kept associating the poor guy’s profession with the heart wrenching ordeal I suffered during my divorce. Just the mention of “lawyers” made it harder for me to breathe. Skylar hadn’t known about my failed marriage. I never told her. I hadn’t shared what happened to me with anyone. It was too painful. How does that famous saying go? “If you can’t beat’em, join’em”? Well, I ended up buying a short black cocktail dress and an expensive pair of heels when New Year’s Eve came around the corner. Skylar forced me to get my hair and nails done with her. I guess this was her way of “grooming” me before advertising my single status to every available bachelor. I was perfectly fine with my non-existent love life. In fact, it’s what I preferred. There was no way I would have been able to jump right into another relationship, let alone hop into bed with some guy just for fun. Any sort of intimate encounter made me uneasy. So, when I ...

... showed up at her party (which she hosted at her lavish condo), I was immediately dragged around like a dog on a leash from person to person as she introduced me to anyone and everyone. The whole ordeal was like socializing a scared little puppy around strange groups of people—me being the puppy, of course. I was nervous and trying so hard to keep it together, but I remained calm and sociable as much as I could. At that point, I couldn’t really understand my social anxiety. All I knew was that it would sky rocket around attractive men. Oliver didn’t exactly fit under that category of what I considered attractive, but he was funny and friendly. He seemed harmless, which didn’t make the alarms go off in my head, and that was a good thing. The guy was an inch taller than me, and I was 5’7. He had buzzed blonde hair, blue eyes, and a dimple in his chin. I’m sure he could have found his ideal match at that party, but he wasn’t my type. After about an hour, there were at least fifty people mingling around me in suits and colorful dresses. It was a good thing Skylar’s place was big enough. Her family was wealthy, which was why she was able to afford pretty much anything she wanted, and that also explained the ridiculously expensive condo she was living in (on the rich side of the city). This lucky redhead could have lived entirely on her daddy’s payroll, but she wanted to make a career for herself and state her independence. Obviously it didn’t hurt to have extra help when it came to ...