Arsen: A Broken Love Story
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No, no, no, no.
But it’s true, right? I knew it all along. Selfish me wanted Arsen, so I labeled him a friend when we were anything but. His teasing, his smiles, his touch…
It was never the same with anyone else. And I liked it.
No, I loved it.
I loved the attention he paid to me and the way he made me feel. Alive. Happy. He made me forget. Ignorance is bliss, right? Well, knowledge is misery. And the truth hurts.
Because it can’t ever be, it will never be.
Walking out of the bathroom, I don’t notice the people waiting to use the facilities. Therefore, I am taken by surprise when I feel a hand close around my upper arm, stopping me in my tracks. Before I have a chance to dislodge myself from his hold, he opens the men’s restroom, guides us in, and locks the door behind us.
Scared, because I don’t know what he has in his mind, I shout at him, “What the hell do you think you are doing? Let me out this moment.” As I try to push him away from the door, he grabs me by the shoulders and pins me against the door. I wince at the strength of his hold. I’m waiting for him to do something, anything.
But he doesn’t.
All he does is stare at me. He’s watching me with such thirst and hunger in his eyes.
How could I not have noticed this before?
Oh, you knew, you knew.
Heat pulsates in my core with each caress of his eyes on my face. Roaming my features, he stares at my mouth, my neck, my cheeks, my eyes…
Arsen leans forward as his cheek touches my temple and stays there. I can smell a mixture of beer and cigarettes on him, but I don’t care. It’s him. I smell underneath it all. Arsen. His skin on my skin.
Explosion.
Fire.
I am about to speak, when I feel the tip of his nose tracing the edge of my jaw. Slowly, Arsen moves down to my neck, his nose following the path of my collarbone. I need to do something. Get him to stop but I can’t, I am stunned. And if I’m honest with myself, I am relishing his touch.
I missed it.
When I feel his tongue replacing the tip of his nose as he continues to trace my neck, I can’t stop the moan that escapes my mouth. I’m lost in sensation when he stops. Out of nowhere he straightens his body and lets go of me. He moves to stand in front of me, huge and imposing. His breathing is hard and fast. I can see the bulge tenting the front of his pants, goading me, making me wonder what it would feel like if I touched him right now. If I unzipped his pants and grabbed his dick. Hard. I know he would like me to.
Looking at each other without saying a word, it’s Arsen who breaks the silence, “Go ahead. Touch my cock. I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”
I shake my head. “No. Stop it, Arsen. You’re delusional.”
“You do. I’ve seen the way you look at me. You want me, Catherine. So stop f**king lying to yourself. Shit, even when your perfect husband was sitting right next to you at the bar, you could not stop staring at me.”
“A-Are you crazy? I don’t want to. We are—”
“Say it. I dare you. What are we, Dimples? Why don’t you f**king tell me what we are?”
“Why are you doing this?” Tears burn my eyes.
“Why did you bring him?”
“Who?”
“Your husband!” he shouts.
“H-He wasn’t here.”
“Yes, he was. He saw the whole f**king thing. And I gotta say, I’m f**king glad he did.”
“Oh, Arsen. What have you done? Does that make you feel any better?”
“No, it doesn’t make me feel better, but I can’t f**king get you out of my head. And I’ve tried. Trust me, I’ve tried so f**king hard. But seeing you here,” he pushes his body against mine, “I know one thing. And I’m f**king done pretending, Catherine. Hell, I f**king missed you. I need you.”
I shake my head vigorously, denying his words and the way they make me feel. “No. You’re crazy.”
As his breathing slows down, he smiles. “Your eyes betray you, Cathy, and I can practically smell your pu**y getting wet for me. I gotta say, Dimples, it’s f**king turning me on.”
I feel shame and anger rising inside of me. He is right.
“I don’t want you. Get off your high horse, buddy. You are good looking, yes, but I’m married and not interested. You’re my friend, and that is all, Arsen. You’re a child to me.”
I’m lying, lying, lying.
The smile is wiped clean off his face. I’m glad.
“A f**king child? A friend?” The hurt in his eyes is like death to me.
“Please, let me go. You’re imagining things, Arsen.” Turning around, my back to him, I reach for the doorknob when I feel the whole front of his body press against my back. I close my eyes as I feel a shiver running through my entire body. He pushes me forward until my front is against the door, and my back is glued to his. I feel him everywhere, from his hot breath hitting behind my ear and neck, to his bulging erection on the small of my back.
“Please, Arsen. Don’t do this. I’m married,” I beg with all my heart.
“What if I told you that I don’t care that you’re married? I don’t mind sharing. What if I told you that I’ll settle for f**king you once? Just once where I’ll make you come so hard on my c**k that you’ll forget that you’re married and beg me for more? And if you’re a good girl, Dimples, you may get it again before I let you go back to your husband, sore between your legs because I f**ked you so good.”
I’m shocked and aroused.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so turned on when he basically just insulted me and my marriage. “I-I think you’re drunk, Arsen, and you need to sleep. You’re not attracted to me. You think you are, but you aren’t.”
Immediately pushing his h*ps forward, I feel the ruthless pressure of his erection on my back again. Arsen brings his mouth close to my ear to whisper words that make my stomach tighten with excitement and fear.
“Does this feel like I’m not attracted to you? You’re f**king gorgeous, Catherine. And I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. Fuck, all I could think that night every time I watched you take a sip of wine was that I wanted your lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me hard and fast. And whenever you uncrossed your legs, I could only imagine what it would feel like to spread them open for my c**k to get inside of your tight pu**y and f**k you right on the table. It’s been f**king hell wanting you and not being able to have you, not being able to do anything about it,” he pauses, “I want you, Catherine.”
When the word pu**y left his mouth, he touches me there, slowly rubbing me over my skirt, his hand sliding in and out, his fingers trying to go as deep and close to my cl*tas my skirt will allow him.
“Mmmhmmm…yes, you are so f**king hot. Feel how hard your wet pu**y is making my cock…I bet I could slide your panties to the side and f**k you nice and hard right against this door, right now.”
His words snap me out of my haze.
What the hell am I doing? I get it together, slap his hand away and turn around to face him one more time. The last time.
“Get your f**king hands off me. Who do you think you are to speak to me like that? Does it work with other women? You tell them you’re going to f**k them, and they just spread their legs for you? You’re too pretty for me. I like real men. And my husband is everything you are not. A man.”
I see anger replacing disbelief in his handsome features. I lied when I said that he was too pretty and not a real man. He is beautiful. Before I lose steam and my own anger is replaced by fear, I forge on, “You picked the wrong woman to mess with. I’m happily married to a great man whom I love so very much. A-And I’m not interested in f**king you. My hand would probably do a better job.”
So not true.
He looks so angry. And baffled. Just as I think I have put him in his place, Arsen gets himself under control. There is a mean, almost cruel smile that doesn’t reach his eyes on his face. “Baby, you may say no to me tonight and pretend that you’re above all this,” He grabs my hand, guiding it towards his dick as he makes me rub him over his jeans, “But you’ll beg me to let you suck my c**k one of these days, mark my words. You’re so f**king wet right now. I can smell it.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“But you want me,” he says flatly.
“I’m pregnant with another man’s child!” I yell.
As I remind him and myself of my state, I feel Arsen wince as his hand goes immediately slack. Good. I’m repulsed by the reaction his touch awakens in me and I want to make him feel just as sick.
“Fucking hell. I-I…” he mutters.
I take advantage of his momentary shock and manage to snatch my hand free of his hold. The air feels saturated by the powerful currents of electricity flowing between us as we stare at each other. It’s tangible. Realizing that this is my chance to escape before he says something else, I move as fast as I can, unlocking the door and fleeing. Not looking back, I leave him and his bittersweet words behind—where they belong.
On my way back to the bar, I see Sali talking to Ben. He looks so familiar and formidable, so different from Arsen. Day and Night. How did she know that was my husband?
“Hi, babe. When did you get here?” I’m surprised my voice sounds so calm when there’s utter turmoil inside me.
“I’ve been here for a while. I even saw Arsen perform, but I couldn’t find you, so I stayed at the back, “ Ben says without looking at me.
I reach out for his hand and make him look my way. “Oh. T-That performance was great.”
Sali cuts in, and I silently thank her with all my heart. “Whoa. And what a performance that was! You know, it’s upsetting to see he’s still so hung up on that woman he was seeing back in Paris. Such a waste. But you know how those bored married socialites like to play around with young meat. Mind you, it was totally shitty for him to get involved with one, but that’s Arsen. He likes to play with fire. Cathy, I think you should go. I mean, I think I overreacted when I called you. He’s actually much better. Not as drunk as I suspected. So yes, thanks guys! Ben, it was great meeting you! And Cathy, before I forget, come with me to the bar so I can borrow a pen and take down the info of your hairdresser. I love your highlights!”
Confused, I stare at her beseeching eyes. What is she talking about? I nod and follow her after she says goodbye to Ben. As I follow her to the bar, I turn around just as Ben lifts his hands to his face, the palms roughly rubbing his eyes as if trying to expunge images from them.
When we get to the bar after the crowd opens up to let us through, a sober Sali addresses me. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and Arsen, but that was f**king messed up. You need to back off. I didn’t know you were married and when I found out you were I still didn’t care. Arsen likes pu**y and he f**ks whatever he wants and whenever it’s offered to him. But that,” she points at the stage, “Is not cool. That’s my friend hurting. So you better drop your innocent act and get the f**k out of here. Go back to your husband who seems to be a really nice guy and don’t contact Arsen again. He’ll get over you. He always does. Now, get lost, bitch.”
And she’s gone.
What have I done?
Numb, I walk back to Ben and pretend that what just happened in the bathroom between Arsen and me never actually occurred. That Sali never uttered those horrible things to me and that the whole performance never happened. As we’re getting ready to leave, my stomach drops when I see Arsen making his way towards us. Ben must spot him as well because all of a sudden he wraps his arm around my waist so tightly that it feels like my bones are going to break.
When Arsen is standing in front of us, he doesn’t ignore me like I thought he would. He continues to behave as flirtatious as before, but now when I look at his eyes they appear cold and empty.
“Ben. Fucking great to see you again. Hope you enjoyed the show.” He aims his blank stare at me, hissing, “Hope you’re not missing me too much at work. Anyway, I wanted to thank you both for listening to my shitty friends and coming to my rescue but as you can see, there’s no need. They are assholes who think I need saving…fuck that shit. I need more alcohol and pussy.”
His words are like punishing lashes to my body, making me flinch in pain.
When I get home, I feel dirty and guilty. I know I didn’t ask for Arsen to follow me to the bathroom, to touch me and say all those things to me. I did not. At all. But I can’t get him out of my mind. And worst of all, I wanted them to be true at that moment. Ben was quiet and pensive on the drive home, but he didn’t seem to withdraw from me like the last time we saw Arsen. He asked me what I thought of Arsen’s song, and I was able to give him an honest answer when I told him that it was good. After that, he dropped the subject and asked me about my day.
Nothing else.
Was he ignoring what happened back at the bar? Or was he in denial like I was?
After I take a shower, I put on a silk babydoll, apply cream to my face, and make my way to bed. I’m exhausted, and I just want to close my eyes and put the day behind me. I need respite from my thoughts for a couple hours.
I’m awakened when I feel the bed depress next to me. Ben. My sweet, sweet husband. Without thinking, I reach for him. Maybe if I touch him, I won’t crave someone else. Pushing myself closer to his front, I begin to kiss him all over his chest. I shower small kisses around his hard chest and over the ripples of his abdomen. I’m using his body to distract me, but it works because suddenly I want Ben to touch me. To make love to me.
But it’s true, right? I knew it all along. Selfish me wanted Arsen, so I labeled him a friend when we were anything but. His teasing, his smiles, his touch…
It was never the same with anyone else. And I liked it.
No, I loved it.
I loved the attention he paid to me and the way he made me feel. Alive. Happy. He made me forget. Ignorance is bliss, right? Well, knowledge is misery. And the truth hurts.
Because it can’t ever be, it will never be.
Walking out of the bathroom, I don’t notice the people waiting to use the facilities. Therefore, I am taken by surprise when I feel a hand close around my upper arm, stopping me in my tracks. Before I have a chance to dislodge myself from his hold, he opens the men’s restroom, guides us in, and locks the door behind us.
Scared, because I don’t know what he has in his mind, I shout at him, “What the hell do you think you are doing? Let me out this moment.” As I try to push him away from the door, he grabs me by the shoulders and pins me against the door. I wince at the strength of his hold. I’m waiting for him to do something, anything.
But he doesn’t.
All he does is stare at me. He’s watching me with such thirst and hunger in his eyes.
How could I not have noticed this before?
Oh, you knew, you knew.
Heat pulsates in my core with each caress of his eyes on my face. Roaming my features, he stares at my mouth, my neck, my cheeks, my eyes…
Arsen leans forward as his cheek touches my temple and stays there. I can smell a mixture of beer and cigarettes on him, but I don’t care. It’s him. I smell underneath it all. Arsen. His skin on my skin.
Explosion.
Fire.
I am about to speak, when I feel the tip of his nose tracing the edge of my jaw. Slowly, Arsen moves down to my neck, his nose following the path of my collarbone. I need to do something. Get him to stop but I can’t, I am stunned. And if I’m honest with myself, I am relishing his touch.
I missed it.
When I feel his tongue replacing the tip of his nose as he continues to trace my neck, I can’t stop the moan that escapes my mouth. I’m lost in sensation when he stops. Out of nowhere he straightens his body and lets go of me. He moves to stand in front of me, huge and imposing. His breathing is hard and fast. I can see the bulge tenting the front of his pants, goading me, making me wonder what it would feel like if I touched him right now. If I unzipped his pants and grabbed his dick. Hard. I know he would like me to.
Looking at each other without saying a word, it’s Arsen who breaks the silence, “Go ahead. Touch my cock. I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”
I shake my head. “No. Stop it, Arsen. You’re delusional.”
“You do. I’ve seen the way you look at me. You want me, Catherine. So stop f**king lying to yourself. Shit, even when your perfect husband was sitting right next to you at the bar, you could not stop staring at me.”
“A-Are you crazy? I don’t want to. We are—”
“Say it. I dare you. What are we, Dimples? Why don’t you f**king tell me what we are?”
“Why are you doing this?” Tears burn my eyes.
“Why did you bring him?”
“Who?”
“Your husband!” he shouts.
“H-He wasn’t here.”
“Yes, he was. He saw the whole f**king thing. And I gotta say, I’m f**king glad he did.”
“Oh, Arsen. What have you done? Does that make you feel any better?”
“No, it doesn’t make me feel better, but I can’t f**king get you out of my head. And I’ve tried. Trust me, I’ve tried so f**king hard. But seeing you here,” he pushes his body against mine, “I know one thing. And I’m f**king done pretending, Catherine. Hell, I f**king missed you. I need you.”
I shake my head vigorously, denying his words and the way they make me feel. “No. You’re crazy.”
As his breathing slows down, he smiles. “Your eyes betray you, Cathy, and I can practically smell your pu**y getting wet for me. I gotta say, Dimples, it’s f**king turning me on.”
I feel shame and anger rising inside of me. He is right.
“I don’t want you. Get off your high horse, buddy. You are good looking, yes, but I’m married and not interested. You’re my friend, and that is all, Arsen. You’re a child to me.”
I’m lying, lying, lying.
The smile is wiped clean off his face. I’m glad.
“A f**king child? A friend?” The hurt in his eyes is like death to me.
“Please, let me go. You’re imagining things, Arsen.” Turning around, my back to him, I reach for the doorknob when I feel the whole front of his body press against my back. I close my eyes as I feel a shiver running through my entire body. He pushes me forward until my front is against the door, and my back is glued to his. I feel him everywhere, from his hot breath hitting behind my ear and neck, to his bulging erection on the small of my back.
“Please, Arsen. Don’t do this. I’m married,” I beg with all my heart.
“What if I told you that I don’t care that you’re married? I don’t mind sharing. What if I told you that I’ll settle for f**king you once? Just once where I’ll make you come so hard on my c**k that you’ll forget that you’re married and beg me for more? And if you’re a good girl, Dimples, you may get it again before I let you go back to your husband, sore between your legs because I f**ked you so good.”
I’m shocked and aroused.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so turned on when he basically just insulted me and my marriage. “I-I think you’re drunk, Arsen, and you need to sleep. You’re not attracted to me. You think you are, but you aren’t.”
Immediately pushing his h*ps forward, I feel the ruthless pressure of his erection on my back again. Arsen brings his mouth close to my ear to whisper words that make my stomach tighten with excitement and fear.
“Does this feel like I’m not attracted to you? You’re f**king gorgeous, Catherine. And I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. Fuck, all I could think that night every time I watched you take a sip of wine was that I wanted your lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me hard and fast. And whenever you uncrossed your legs, I could only imagine what it would feel like to spread them open for my c**k to get inside of your tight pu**y and f**k you right on the table. It’s been f**king hell wanting you and not being able to have you, not being able to do anything about it,” he pauses, “I want you, Catherine.”
When the word pu**y left his mouth, he touches me there, slowly rubbing me over my skirt, his hand sliding in and out, his fingers trying to go as deep and close to my cl*tas my skirt will allow him.
“Mmmhmmm…yes, you are so f**king hot. Feel how hard your wet pu**y is making my cock…I bet I could slide your panties to the side and f**k you nice and hard right against this door, right now.”
His words snap me out of my haze.
What the hell am I doing? I get it together, slap his hand away and turn around to face him one more time. The last time.
“Get your f**king hands off me. Who do you think you are to speak to me like that? Does it work with other women? You tell them you’re going to f**k them, and they just spread their legs for you? You’re too pretty for me. I like real men. And my husband is everything you are not. A man.”
I see anger replacing disbelief in his handsome features. I lied when I said that he was too pretty and not a real man. He is beautiful. Before I lose steam and my own anger is replaced by fear, I forge on, “You picked the wrong woman to mess with. I’m happily married to a great man whom I love so very much. A-And I’m not interested in f**king you. My hand would probably do a better job.”
So not true.
He looks so angry. And baffled. Just as I think I have put him in his place, Arsen gets himself under control. There is a mean, almost cruel smile that doesn’t reach his eyes on his face. “Baby, you may say no to me tonight and pretend that you’re above all this,” He grabs my hand, guiding it towards his dick as he makes me rub him over his jeans, “But you’ll beg me to let you suck my c**k one of these days, mark my words. You’re so f**king wet right now. I can smell it.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“But you want me,” he says flatly.
“I’m pregnant with another man’s child!” I yell.
As I remind him and myself of my state, I feel Arsen wince as his hand goes immediately slack. Good. I’m repulsed by the reaction his touch awakens in me and I want to make him feel just as sick.
“Fucking hell. I-I…” he mutters.
I take advantage of his momentary shock and manage to snatch my hand free of his hold. The air feels saturated by the powerful currents of electricity flowing between us as we stare at each other. It’s tangible. Realizing that this is my chance to escape before he says something else, I move as fast as I can, unlocking the door and fleeing. Not looking back, I leave him and his bittersweet words behind—where they belong.
On my way back to the bar, I see Sali talking to Ben. He looks so familiar and formidable, so different from Arsen. Day and Night. How did she know that was my husband?
“Hi, babe. When did you get here?” I’m surprised my voice sounds so calm when there’s utter turmoil inside me.
“I’ve been here for a while. I even saw Arsen perform, but I couldn’t find you, so I stayed at the back, “ Ben says without looking at me.
I reach out for his hand and make him look my way. “Oh. T-That performance was great.”
Sali cuts in, and I silently thank her with all my heart. “Whoa. And what a performance that was! You know, it’s upsetting to see he’s still so hung up on that woman he was seeing back in Paris. Such a waste. But you know how those bored married socialites like to play around with young meat. Mind you, it was totally shitty for him to get involved with one, but that’s Arsen. He likes to play with fire. Cathy, I think you should go. I mean, I think I overreacted when I called you. He’s actually much better. Not as drunk as I suspected. So yes, thanks guys! Ben, it was great meeting you! And Cathy, before I forget, come with me to the bar so I can borrow a pen and take down the info of your hairdresser. I love your highlights!”
Confused, I stare at her beseeching eyes. What is she talking about? I nod and follow her after she says goodbye to Ben. As I follow her to the bar, I turn around just as Ben lifts his hands to his face, the palms roughly rubbing his eyes as if trying to expunge images from them.
When we get to the bar after the crowd opens up to let us through, a sober Sali addresses me. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and Arsen, but that was f**king messed up. You need to back off. I didn’t know you were married and when I found out you were I still didn’t care. Arsen likes pu**y and he f**ks whatever he wants and whenever it’s offered to him. But that,” she points at the stage, “Is not cool. That’s my friend hurting. So you better drop your innocent act and get the f**k out of here. Go back to your husband who seems to be a really nice guy and don’t contact Arsen again. He’ll get over you. He always does. Now, get lost, bitch.”
And she’s gone.
What have I done?
Numb, I walk back to Ben and pretend that what just happened in the bathroom between Arsen and me never actually occurred. That Sali never uttered those horrible things to me and that the whole performance never happened. As we’re getting ready to leave, my stomach drops when I see Arsen making his way towards us. Ben must spot him as well because all of a sudden he wraps his arm around my waist so tightly that it feels like my bones are going to break.
When Arsen is standing in front of us, he doesn’t ignore me like I thought he would. He continues to behave as flirtatious as before, but now when I look at his eyes they appear cold and empty.
“Ben. Fucking great to see you again. Hope you enjoyed the show.” He aims his blank stare at me, hissing, “Hope you’re not missing me too much at work. Anyway, I wanted to thank you both for listening to my shitty friends and coming to my rescue but as you can see, there’s no need. They are assholes who think I need saving…fuck that shit. I need more alcohol and pussy.”
His words are like punishing lashes to my body, making me flinch in pain.
When I get home, I feel dirty and guilty. I know I didn’t ask for Arsen to follow me to the bathroom, to touch me and say all those things to me. I did not. At all. But I can’t get him out of my mind. And worst of all, I wanted them to be true at that moment. Ben was quiet and pensive on the drive home, but he didn’t seem to withdraw from me like the last time we saw Arsen. He asked me what I thought of Arsen’s song, and I was able to give him an honest answer when I told him that it was good. After that, he dropped the subject and asked me about my day.
Nothing else.
Was he ignoring what happened back at the bar? Or was he in denial like I was?
After I take a shower, I put on a silk babydoll, apply cream to my face, and make my way to bed. I’m exhausted, and I just want to close my eyes and put the day behind me. I need respite from my thoughts for a couple hours.
I’m awakened when I feel the bed depress next to me. Ben. My sweet, sweet husband. Without thinking, I reach for him. Maybe if I touch him, I won’t crave someone else. Pushing myself closer to his front, I begin to kiss him all over his chest. I shower small kisses around his hard chest and over the ripples of his abdomen. I’m using his body to distract me, but it works because suddenly I want Ben to touch me. To make love to me.
