Page 11 of The Status Situation

While Sean considers the two of us and Mark’s words, I press my lips together and silently curse myself. This has gone way too far, and it’s definitely not what I was expecting. All because I had chosen Mark to be my social media boyfriend just long enough to get Darius to leave me alone.

After what feels like an eternity, Sean sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, that makes sense. I’m sorry for riding you so hard, man.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mark tells him, waving him off. “But you are going to drop it now, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.”

Mark nods. “Good. Now, come on. As much as I love seeing my girl, our lunch break ended five minutes ago.”

As he shoves Sean toward the door, he looks back and winks at me, actually winks, making my cheeks flame. He pauses just before he exits the door.

“Remind me. What time do you get off today?”

“Uh, four… four-thirty,” I stammer. “So, about an hour and a half?”

“Alright.” He smiles. “I’ll be back then to pick you up for our date tonight.”

He is really selling this whole thing for his friend, isn’t he? “Right. See you then.”

After giving me another once over that feels so intimate that it makes me shiver, he grins. “Yes. Yes, you will.”

Only once he’s gone do I allow myself to breathe. I have never been in a situation as awkward as that was, and I make a mental note to change my status as soon as I get home. Shaking my head, I move toward the back in search of Darius. He’s really going to get a kick out of all of this.

Five

Mark

I scroll through Maria’s pictures as I lean against the hood of my car outside the coffee shop. Her shift ended five minutes ago, but I’ve been here for twenty, so I don’t think I missed her.

I’m not going to lie; I originally thought the girl might be a bit crazy. Who in their right mind claims to be in a relationship with someone that they don’t talk to? Hell, I don’t even remember how we met, but we had to have met somewhere. We wouldn’t be friends on social media otherwise. Naturally, I messaged her to find out what the hell was going on, but that message went unread. So, I stalked her profile.

Tracking her down and confronting her face-to-face had not been a part of the plan, but when Sean informed me this morning that he was taking me to a strip club tonight and wasn’t taking no for an answer, I saw my new social media relationship as an opportunity to get him off my back. It hadn’t been hard to figure out where she worked; she took a lot of pictures here at the shop. The plan had been to have her play the part of my girlfriend, the part she had chosen for herself, I might add, and put on a bit of a show to convince Sean. I just wasn’t expecting to find myself so damn drawn to her; it almost borders on obsession. It had me leaving work early for the very first time.

I knew she was attractive from what I saw of her profile last night, and looking at her pictures again now, after seeing her in person, I realize that the pictures don’t do her justice. She is breathtaking and smells of honey and caramel, which is not a scent that I will forget anytime soon. I even find the fact that I make her so nervous both adorable and endearing, when I usually find it annoying as hell.

It’s a common occurrence for women to be nervous and intimidated around me. I am told it’s because I am so ‘beautiful’ that it’s unnatural, and while I’ve never believed that to be true, having to deal with the way women react to me all these years means it has to hold some merit. The difference here is that Maria’s nervousness is warranted because I want to devour every inch of her and make her mine.

When she told Sean that she knew she wasn’t my ‘usual type’, implying that I am out of her league, it pissed me off so much that I wanted to bend her over the counter and prove to her that she is exactly my type right then and there. She doesn’t think highly of herself; that much is obvious, and I don’t understand why. Sure, she may be a little curvier than what society deems is the beauty standard, but that is part of what makes her so stunning. I have always preferred my women bigger because it gives me something to grab onto when I pull them in for a hug or fuck them from behind.

I freeze. Fuck them from behind? Really?

I shake my head at myself and try to force that thought from my mind, but unfortunately, it’s too late. Images begin to flood my mind at the thought, images starring Maria and what she might look like beneath the silly little apron she has to wear at work. Because it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, I can already feel my dick starting to harden in my slacks just from those images alone, and I let out a shaky breath.

“Come on, Mark. Get it together,” I mutter to myself as I shift my ass on my car to hide my growing erection.

Something about Maria has awakened something primal inside of me, something that’s been dormant for a very long time. Normally, I’m not this bold, and I don’t come on to women as I did with her, kissing her and all that, but that’s what just seeing her brings out of me, I guess. I do want to fuck her, and not just as a one-time thing either. I’m sure, once my cock slides into her pussy, that it will never want to leave.

It’s been ten minutes since the end of her shift now, and I’m starting to worry that I missed her somehow.

Just as I’m about to go inside to see if she’s still there, or if there’s an alternative exit for employees or something, she finally emerges, followed closely by the guy she had been working with earlier. I briefly wonder if the two of them are together—they take a lot of pictures together—but I quickly answer that all on my own. If they had been together, he wouldn’t have just walked away when I kissed her earlier. Nor would she have put the two of us in a relationship online.

Maria has ditched the apron and let her chestnut brown hair down, which falls beautifully to just past her shoulders. I am grateful for the heat too, because she’s removed her baggy sweatshirt, revealing a dark purple top that, while loose around the stomach area, clings to her large tits like a second skin. It also shows enough cleavage to have every man in the vicinity drooling, myself included, and the black jeans she’s wearing hug her ass deliciously.

I would like to note that none of this is helping the situation in my pants at all, and my teeth dig into my bottom lip as I take her in because she’s an absolute vision.

Her friend is the one who spots me first, the smile appearing on his face telling me that he’s not the least bit surprised to see me here either. I dip my head by way of greeting, and he does the same before getting Maria’s attention. He says something to her, motioning in my direction, and I watch with amusement as her head snaps up and swings toward me. When our gazes lock, her beautiful eyes go wide.

With a smirk, I push myself off the car and close the distance between us.