Sarah looked over Sydney’s shoulder and made eye contact with a blast from Sydney’s past. “Speaking of which, I think we should to another spot.”
“Why? This is a good one. He said he’ll come down the stairs and we’ll see him.” Sydney pointed out.
“I think he can walk a few steps,” Sarah began to nudge her best friend, “I’m sure he won’t mind.”
“What? What is wrong?” Sydney asked. Sarah was about as obvious as a seat with a hole in it. She turned to the direction that was causing Sarah’s hysteria. “Crap.”
“I say that’s a very accurate description of him.” Sarah agreed.
Seemingly walking in slow motion, the man kept his eyes on Sydney as he approached her. His eyes twinkled and a bright smile appeared on his face as he walked closer to her. Out of all of the exes that had come and gone in Sydney’s life, there was something about that particular one. She had permanent reminders of him on her body, since he was the one that did her tattoos. He was good for nothing except for one thing, which he excelled at. Okay, he was good at two things.
Just when Sydney thought she completely scrubbed everything about him out of her system, there he was, right in front of her. He looked like sex and smelled like it as well, with notes of wood, earth, and just plain man tickling her nose. It was a lethal combination. She felt her heart racing and mouth become increasingly cottony.
“Syd,” his deep baritone greeted her as he picked up one of her hands and kissed it, “long time, no see, baby girl.”
Sydney grinned as her brain once again traveled down to her heart, which was seemingly loading up an arsenal of weapons in defense because a new competitor, her loins, was making a play. It was something at least the two agreed on. “Roman,” Sydney cleared her throat, “Hello.”
Roman stood over six feet tall. He had long dark hair, a trimmed goatee, sparkling eyes that alternated between a blue and silver color, and smooth almond skin. He had two full sleeves, in addition to other tattoos that were on his chiseled physique.
He worked as a tattoo artist and owned his own successful tattoo studio that many celebrities often frequented. He was also a minor drug dealer but only sold marijuana because in his words, it came from Mother Earth. It was a surprise to no one that Roman also owned a marijuana dispensary.
He was the bad boy answer to Sydney’s good girl persona. They fit together perfectly like peanut butter and jelly. They were also completely different like oil and water. She preferred staying home and getting her fill of Netflix. He preferred going out on the town and getting into whatever mischief he could find, which often meant Sydney posting his bail. She would love to say that he made her get drunk in public and instigate fights with other girls but it would be a boldface lie. Roman never forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
Instead, he fed her demons like the great devil he was.
In return, Sydney could honestly say Roman was probably the worst boyfriend she’s ever had. She lost track the number of times he’d cheated on her and found out the hard way the last time via an exam at her gynecologist’s office. Despite having a nice healthy stash of money, Roman never took Sydney out anywhere. In fact, she recalled the one time he did take her out was their first date. Every other time, she footed the bill, like the fool she was.
She knew why she did it. It was the same reason why many women put up with good-for-nothing men – the sex. Despite how young he was, a not-so tender age of 24, Roman was well versed in the book of kink. Bondage, toys, and floggers were just the tip of Roman’s Den of Sin. He could put it down and turn Sydney out in zero to four seconds.
His tongue was the reason why minstrels sang songs of love. His shaft was why she almost broke into a praise dance every time he stripped down. He often had her beg to climax as she totally submitted to him. Her bedroom wall still had marks from when the headboard banged hard against it. She knew her neighbors hated when he came over and were very grateful when they finally broke up.
Game Misconduct will be available next Monday for 99 cents. It’s the second story in the New Adult Breakaway trilogy.