This story is in the same vain as "Last Minute Seduction", thus expect a pretty dark telling. Once again, special thanks to my predecessors for the inspiration and ideas. There looks to be something to this genre of stories so hopefully I can do my part to bring it to more readers.
The italicized text indicates flashback scenes. An earlier draft of this story had things transpire chronologically, but that was not working for me, thus I retooled it to have it begin with one of the last scenes in the story with flashbacks insertions to tell how our characters got to that point (and to ensure my work wasn't wasted). An experimental approach so do tell if it worked or not and how. As always, read, rate, comment, email and enjoy!
It was an hour until the rendezvous at the altar. Elena stood outside the prep room at the church. She breathed in deep and straightened her dress. This was it: one final play at getting Zach.
The past six months replayed inside her head. It seemed like it was yesterday when she found out he was getting married to her best friend. She was Elena and they were Zachary and Rebecca. Elena was long-time best-friends with Rebecca. They met in highschool and we're quite inseparable. She was also co-workers with Zach. They did the clerical sales rep type gig for a financial services firm. Elena had met Zach before they started working together and thought he was a nice guy, but it wasn't until she got to know him that she realized how great a guy he was.
Zach reminded Elena of her dismal fate with the opposite sex and the great fortune Rebecca seemed to always have. Elena attracted the wrong guys: the clingy, sleazy, pompous, directionless, ugly slime bags. She had been with a few good guys, hot fucks, but they never seemed to hang around long enough. Yet, her best friend hit the jackpot in luring the ideal, respectable mate. Why did this happen? Elena considered herself as great a girl as her best friend...hell, she was sure she was even hotter than Rebecca. Why couldn't she attract the kind of guys that were her counterpart? They always seemed to head to Rebecca; a girl whom Elena was unapologetic to say was just plain looking. She had an inkling about her which told her that she couldn't have been very satisfactory in bed. Emotionally she was great, but somehow she wasn't the full package. Of course, she'd never tell her this. She wanted to a good and loyal best friend.
Well, that
was
the case until she and Zach started working more and more together. Seeing him every day, she had developed a crush on him. Deep down, she wanted him to herself. She wondered if he felt the same about her, even on the smallest of scales. He became the reason she went to work. His humour, their chats about office politics and all their other coworkers brought her closer to him. That wasn't even including his hazel eyes and brown buzz cut hair! Gosh, what a handsome guy he was! It was undoubtedly a tough spot to be in, having to harbour her feelings for a man that was taken by her own best friend no less.
When Rebecca called her to tell her that Zach had proposed, the girl's heart sank. Any chance of them being together seemed to wither away. Of course, she shared in Elena's high pitched squeals of joy, but deep inside she was hurting. Despite being relatively close to both of them, she had no idea he was so serious about her. Seemingly perfect couples broke up all the time. In a dark change in wishing, she had hoped that Zach and Rebecca would also be one of those pairs.
She recalled quite vividly what she said and did that day. She walked into his office, which was adjacent to hers and saw him fiddling with some work. The sight of him sitting at his desk made her melt. He looked so hot when he was focused. He filled a suit so well! Those broad shoulders in the suit jacket, perfect abdomen, tight butt in his black trousers. What a man...
She went up to him and sat down on his desk beside him, her stocking clad feet lingering gingerly. She was dressed in a black skirt and a white silk blouse. Her brown locks were tied up behind her head. "So...you're getting married, huh?"
He looked up with his brown eyes. "Oh, um, Rebecca must've told you, eh?" He laughed. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"Well congratulations!!" She exclaimed and then went in for a hug. She loved his hugs, especially that broad chest pushing against her body. She wondered if he noticed her breasts pushing back.
"Thanks!" he reciprocated.
"I had NO idea you were going to propose to her!"
"Well, no one did," he said with a slight snicker. "I only told my parents and hers when I asked them."
"You mean you couldn't even tell me, her best friend and YOUR co-worker?" She playfully accused. Really she was fuming that she didn't know. If she had, maybe she would've done something. Maybe tell him to hold out and convince him it wasn't the best idea...something, anything...
"Well, it was nothing against you...I just didn't want anyone really tipping her off, you know?"
Tip her off? She had no intentions of doing that. "Ok, ok, fair enough. I don't like it but fine." She deceitfully conceded. "So how'd you do it anyways?"
"Well, we grabbed some dinner first at the first place we ever ate at."
"The first date place, clichéd, man..." she pretended to joke.
He laughed back. "I know, I know, but I just had to. And then we went and checked out the John Mayer show." Elena noted that he was their favourite artist.
"So you proposed to her at the concert?" she inquired.
"You'd think so but no...too loud," he explained. "I brought her back to my place, darkened the room, lit some candles, and pretty much popped the question there. She was not expecting it at all!"
His description really got to her. He was so sweet! She wished she could've been proposed to like that. Better yet, she wished it was him getting down in front of her and sliding a ring on her finger.
"Awwww," she gleamed. "That's so beautiful! I'm so happy for you both!" She gave him another hug.
"Woah there," he laughed in response to her peppiness, "we're happy too...thank you."
