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Love in Baltimore

The Rockwell

I walk into The Rockwell, it looked exactly like it did back in February. For some reason I figured at least something in it would change, even if it just was the amount of people there, but no, everything was the same. I took a deep breath and made my way to the bar. I surprisingly managed to find an empty seat next to a couple...unsurprisingly they were getting a little too handsy. I took my seat clearing my throat, loudly placing my order for a Manhattan.

“Oooh, a whiskey kind of girl, my favorite kind of girl,” a deep voice beside me said.

“Wow, I haven’t heard that pick up line befo...re,” I said annoyed before turning to face the man that spoke to me.

The man I saw made me choke on my own words; he was incredibly attractive and looked strikingly familiar to me. He had to have been at least six feet tall, he had short platinum blonde hair and the right amount of beard stubble to look sexy and well-kept yet wild and reckless. It wasn’t until I looked into his chocolate eyes that it clicked. This was the man I saw back in February by the DJ, I’d remember those captivating eyes anywhere.

“Oh um, sorry, I’ve --uh-- had a long da--”

His laugh cut me off, “you’re perfectly fine. No need to apologize. You seem like you need another drink, please, this one on me.” He slide up next to me, pressing his body against the counter, “Aaron, can you get me two glasses and a bottle of Jack’s?”

Aaron? He must come here a lot if he’s on a first name basis with the bartender. I began to question him and his intentions. I didn’t even know if I wanted to talk with anyone, I did just come here to get trashed but having a drinking partner would be a lot more comforting. Something about him also put me at ease and I wasn’t sure why. He probably was just trying to get into my pants, what else could a drunk guy at a bar want? Maybe I should just let him know I’m not looking to hook up with anyone tonight so he doesn’t waste both our time...maybe I’ll just use him for a few drinks, it’ll be cheaper for me anyway. I mean, he is an extremely attractive man, what harm could come out of this?

He handed me an empty glass and filled it up halfway for me. When he was done filling up both of our drinks, he lifted his up to clink against mine. “Cheers,” he smiled and took a swig of his. I looked him once over before taking a drink of my own, my eyes never leaving him.

“You know you can quit staring at me, right?” he smirked at me with extreme confidence.

I began grinning like a fool, “I-- uh-- wow , this is going to sound so cheesy, but do you come here often?”

He and I laughed, god I loved his laugh, “Wow, yeah, that was pretty damn cheesy.”

I blushed, “I’m just pretty sure I saw you last time I was here, that’s all.”

“What makes you so sure it was me?” he kept smiling.

“Your eyes. You didn’t answer my question; do you come here often?”

“Well, yes and no. I own this bar but I’m also gone a lot for work. When I’m in town, I do come by as much as I can... What about my eyes made you remember them so well?”
I internally giggled at how relentless he was on trying to get me to confess what we both already knew… I was in awe by him. “They happen to be extremely captivating, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

This time he blushed, “So what brought you here? What could have made your day so shitty that you want to come here and get trashed by yourself?”

I drew a deep breath and topped off my second glass of Jack Daniel’s on top of my Manhattan before explaining my dilemma. It began as a brief, two sentence description but my inebriated state ended up going on a two minute tangent on how shitty Tyson and Brooklyn are. My current drinking partner stared at me with an eyebrow cocked while I word vomited. I couldn’t tell if I was scaring, entertaining, or annoying him. All I knew was that it felt amazing to get all of this off my chest to a completely unbiased person.

“...sorry, I-- uh-- don’t know what came over me there…” I looked away and took a gulp of my drink.

“You really don’t have to apologize to me; what they did to you was pretty fucked up,” he reached out for my hand, placing his comfortingly on top of mine. Heat began to rise to my face, his touch felt so nice. I looked at his hand and hesitated. “Shit, sorry,” he pulled his hand away abruptly, “I didn’t think about that before doing it, I-- shit.” He awkwardly ran his hand through his hair.

“No! No, you’re fine! It was nice, just caught me off guard,” we awkwardly laughed. “Really, it is fine… I-I’m Louise by the way.”

“Jack, it’s nice to meet you, Louise.”“You as well, Jack,” I giggled and lifted my glass to him before we both took a drink.

The warm liquid gave me the courage to slide a little closer to this handsome man. He took my small advancement as a sign to make a move of his own by sliding over until there was barely any space in between us.

“Hey, would you want to get out of here?” He asked smirking while looking me up and down.

“I would love to,” we finished our glasses and made a beeline for the exit.

**at Jack’s apartment**

The arm he had gently placed around my waist guided me up an elevator and past a couple doors until he finally stopped at one, pulling out his keychain. He opened the door and stepped out of the way letting me in first. I gaped at the fanciness of his apartment; I first noticed the ceiling to floor windows on the opposite wall. Three large, curved couches flowed through the living room, although it was primarily white colors like purples, silvers, and browns gave it a light, welcoming feeling. The living room and kitchen were only separated by a counter with bar stools.

“Welcome to my lovely, abode,” Jack smiled warmly. “Feel free to make yourself at home, can I get you anything to drink? Water or juice?”“I’d be down for some more Jack’s if you’re feeling up for it,” I smirked.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more perfect,” he beamed and left to go get us both glasses.

I sat down on the first couch I could get to. I could not believe the events that had lead me up to this point. In one morning, my entire life changed; I had a home, a trusting roommate and friend, a faithful boyfriend of three years. All of that gone in what felt like seconds. Sadness came creeping back in and I desperately wanted to feel something other than it.

“Here’s your dri--” I cut Jack off by pulling him down to me, kissing him roughly.

I could tell I caught him off guard but he swiftly set the drinks down and tangled one hand in my hair with the other one pulling my waist closer to him. He pushed the rest of my body onto the couch and climbed fully on top of me. The kissing got rougher and deeper as I unbuttoned his belt and pants. Jack eagerly yet gently pulled my top off, looking me up and down with desire before connecting his lips with my neck. He sent bursts of pleasure down my body as he bit and kissed his way down to my breasts. His hand snaked up to my bra and pulled one cup to the side, exposing my nipple. He bit his lip before taking it into his mouth. Pleasure shot throughout me and I moaned in encouragement.

Notes

I'm sorry if these chapters are short, I'm trying to find a balance that isn't too long or too short. Please give me feed back so I can adjust my story to your liking. Thank you for reading chapter 2 of Love in Baltimore!

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I'm in love already wow

Daydreamers Daydreamers
11/24/18