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A knock caused Hendrix to halt in the living room. His fingers ran through his thick, dark locks before reaching for the handle. Chloe, his childhood best friend, stood there, wearing a pale pink sundress and sandals. Her auburn curls cascaded down her back. She glanced up at him with her rich emerald eyes and a smile playing on her lips. God, she’s fucking gorgeous.
“You gonna stand there and gawk or let me in?” She asked, hand on her hip.
Hendrix held the heavy wooden door open as she tiptoed over the threshold and wavered, taking in his new mansion. He upgraded from his penthouse apartment, wanting to do something with all the money in his account just sitting there. He observed as she took in the first floor. The grand entranceway left her marveling at its tall ceilings and majestic woodwork. An enormous chandelier glittered overhead, casting prisms of light across the walls. As Chloe studied the surroundings. He smiled. One day, he’d make this his home with someone.
He wouldn’t reject a one-night stand, but wanted someone else. He had been Chloe’s friend since grade school, but craved more.
Chloe’s long, slender fingers grazed the walls as she made her way through Hendrix’s lavish first floor, eyes wider than saucers. “I mean, I get that you’re rich, but you bought this?” she said, spinning to face him with incredulity.
“It’s all mine,” he smiled, gesturing for her to follow. “It’s a wonderful place for our Thursday night get-togethers. Wait until you check out the theater room.”
Chloe halted in her tracks, mouth agape. “You are kidding me, right? Who has a theater in their house?”
Hendrix raised his hand and chuckled. “I do. This way!” he said, leading her through a maze of winding hallways until they reached an elaborate movie-theater style room. The plush, red seats were a welcoming sight. A small refrigerator filled with drinks and snacks sat in the corner.
It was one of the main reasons he bought this house, for this room. Thursdays were Netflix and Chill with Chloe. He paid too much, but seeing her reaction was priceless..
The luxurious room was fit for a celebrity, with plush rugs, fancy furniture, and an enormous flat-screen television mounted to the wall. “Wow! This is amazing!” she exclaimed, plopping into a reclining chair.
This room was just for her. He would allow no other woman in this room besides their friend Sasha. Hendrix might get his needs fulfilled, but he wanted to keep this special.
Hendrix eased himself into the chair next to her. “So what do you want to watch?” he asked, gesturing towards the television.
Every week was different, and he never knew what she would choose. Romantic Comedy. Horror. Crime show. He always sat back and let her pick. He was only interested in alone time with her..
Chloe grabbed the remote and flipped through several channels before settling on a movie they both watched when they were younger.
“Oh my gosh, do you remember this?” she asked, shoving his shoulder. “We watched this together at my house like a decade ago. You hated it because of the kissing. Always made such a fuss about that.”
“Way to call me out. Just turn it up and let me be the judge as an adult, okay? Maybe it won’t be so bad.”
They cuddled up together underneath a soft, plush blanket that had seen better days. The buttery yellow light from the TV illuminated their faces. Chloe let out a giggle and Hendrix leaned in closer, taking in her sweet scent. Her presence intoxicated him, as always. After a few rounds of cocktails, their usual playful banter changed to something more intimate and meaningful.
His face was inches from hers, and their eyes locked. What should I do? This was his chance to kiss her. Hendrix had been wanting to escape the friend zone with Chloe for two decades.. So, he mustered up all his courage and planted a tender kiss on her lips.
“What are you doing?” Chloe asked, pushing him away. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and hesitated before speaking. “It’s been a while since I...since anyone has kissed me,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed.
Her heart beat just as quickly as his own. He ran his fingers along her arm as he weighed his words. He wanted to be truthful—even if for one night.
He accepted his fate with Chloe, but now here she was by his side. He could not pass up this chance.
He noticed a deep longing in her eyes, one he recognized, and it stirred something within him—she had gone without touch for three years. Slowly, he leaned towards her until their lips met again. The kiss was gentle but passionate, and when he pushed her closer to him, she melted into his embrace.
This was my dream come true.
Hendrix knew he had to speak up. “Listen, it can be one night, no strings, no expectations. I want you, Chloe. So bad. You deserved to be touched, cherished, worshiped.”
Her eyes locked on his, and he wanted to savor every inch of her body. Time had come to fulfill his dreams. He was the most prepared he’d ever been. He may break out of the friend zone..
A surge of heat flowed through Hendrix. His hands roamed down her back and down the curve of her hips as she pressed against him. She is perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“Fuck,” Chloe breathed, her voice husky with desire.
God, she was going to sound so fucking hot saying my name in ecstasy.
They were like magnets, pulled toward each other with an irresistible force that left them breathless. One night would never be enough. But now that they’d crossed this line, what would happen? Kissing was one thing, but sex?
