The Bright Side

Four - Let's Talk About Sex, Baby

It felt like time had been deliberately made slow to lengthen Rosalie's torture. It had been more than a month since the wedding. Rosalie and Dylan still kept their distance. Since both of them were newly appointed CEOs of their respective companies, they rarely spent any time at home. The only times they ran into each other was during dinner. Things were awkward and hostile at first but then one day, Rosalie had suggested they both at least try to be civil with each other. Dylan had agreed but they both hadn't been very successful.

They had reduced their time outside as much as they could. They declined going to any parties or events for neither of them was prepared to act nice to the other in public. They had had dinner at each of their parent's house and on both of those occasions, they had returned home screaming for each other's throats. Eventually, they had given up to even make things bearable and confined themselves to their rooms.

Since their companies had recently merged, they needed to have a lot of meetings together. However, Dylan didn't show up to any of the meetings held at Rosalie's office and similarly, Rosalie refused to go to his office either, sending a replacement instead. Staying away from each other while they lived in the same house wasn't easy but they had somehow managed to make it work. How long things would last like this until one of them attacked the other, neither knew.

Rosalie was sitting in her bed, reading an erotic novel. This was the closest thing she had to any amount of pleasure left in her life. The novel had gotten her hot and bothered so she decided to walk over to her dresser and pulled out the bottom drawer. Inside was a pink coloured box gifted to her by her best friend, Jess, on her wedding. She lifted the lid to reveal a large vibrator placed inside. Jess was the only other person who knew Rosalie's wedding was a sham, so she had decided to gift her a sex toy as a joke. Right now, Rosalie's life was the real joke.

Bringing the pink dildo out of the box, Rosalie mumbled to herself. "Fuck, is this what my life has come to?"

She wanted a real man. She needed a real man. Someone who could fuck her until her hunger was finally satisfied. Unfortunately, she wasn't allowed to have any men. The only thing the universe had left her with was the dildo in her hand and the man in the room next door. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in her head.

Dylan was working on his laptop when his door slammed open and Rosalie barged in. She was wearing purple coloured silk shorts that barely covered her ass and a similar silk camisole that did a terrible job at covering her large breasts.

He was only wearing shorts when she barged in and her nipples poking through the thin fabric made his cock twitch. This was the longest he had gone without having sex and things were getting harder by the day, quite literally in this instance.

"Do you think I'm hot," she asked as soon as she saw him staring at her.

"Fuck, yes," Dylan answered way too quickly and bit his tongue, instantly regretting the words that had unconsciously left his mouth. He didn't move, keeping the laptop in place to avoid any accidents.

Rosalie had barged into his room looking like that on purpose. She did however, try to cover her nipples by letting her hair loose but it wasn't long enough and exposed her every time she breathed. She stared at his broad, muscular chest. He had abs for days and she could already imagine tracing her hands all over them. She shook her head clear of the dirty thoughts. She needed to talk to him first. Making her way onto the bed, she sat down in front of him.

Rosalie had always been good at convincing people to do what she wanted. Unable to bend her parents to her will in regards to her marriage, was what she considered her first and only failure. But she was going to let Dylan decide without pressuring him. This was a risky move and she wanted to make sure she wasn't the only one left to blame in case things went south. Dylan finally shut his laptop and set it down on the bedside table, giving Rosalie his full attention.

"Alright, so here's the situation," she started.
"You can't have sex with other girls. I can't have sex with other boys."

"Gee, thanks for pointing out the obvious," Dylan scoffed.

"Just, shut up for a second," she raised her eyebrow at him and he gestured for her to continue, rolling his eyes in the process.

"Look, I know that you hate me as much as I hate you. But just because we have vowed to loathe each other till the end of time doesn't mean we can't have some fun while we're at it."

"What the fuck are you saying," Dylan asked, confused by her useless rambling.

"Let's have sex," Rosalie blurted.

"What," Dylan almost choked on his spit. Rosalie watched him gulp as his Adam's apple bobbed.

She spoke more calmly this time, trying to explain what she was proposing. "Our parents trapped us in this marriage and neither of us had any say in it. But now that we're stuck, we might as well get something out of it," she shrugged.

"And that something being sex," Dylan asked with a raised brow. His curiosity was piqued by now and he was starting to get a lot interested in what Rosalie was offering.

"Meaningless sex," she corrected.

Dylan thought for a second. "I'm intrigued, go on," he finally said.

Rosalie was getting excited. She was finally getting somewhere. "You're attracted to me," she spoke again and noticed Dylan getting ready to cut her off so she continued. "No need to deny it, you've already admitted that." Dylan leaned back in defeat. She was right.

"And even though you get on my nerves, your body is hot, and I can work with that," Rosalie continued. "Now we don't have to like each other to have sex so I'm down if you are," she finally threw her hands up in the air. The ball was in his court now.

Dylan thought about her proposal. The past month hadn't been easy for him and going another eleven months without getting laid felt impossible. He couldn't sleep with anyone else so this was the next best thing.

"Alright, let's do this," he barely finished the sentence as Rosalie crashed her mouth on his. Her lips were soft and warm. He bit her lower lip and she responded with parting her lips allowing him to jam his tongue inside. She tasted like strawberries and he couldn't get enough. He trailed his hand across her ass, moving it up under her camisole. Her skin was so soft and she felt so good. She let her hands roam his chest, and his dick hardened in approval. All of a sudden, she pulled away, leaving him a withering mess, wanting more.

"Wait, wait, wait," she spoke, trying to catch her breath. Dylan stared at her, desperate to touch her again. Maybe this was a bad idea, he thought.

"We should have rules," she finally said.

"What rules," he asked, confused.

"If we're going to do this, we should have some rules," she explained.

"Okay," he agreed, wanting to end this conversation as soon as possible and get back to what they were doing.

"Alright, I'll go first. Rule number one: If the sex is bad, we tell the other person and this deal is null and void," Rosalie started.

"I'm not too worried about that," Dylan replied with a wink.

Rosalie just rolled her eyes at him.

"Rule number two: You can't say no to sex just because we're fighting or mad at each other," Dylan added.

"I'm glad you assumed I would be mad at you most of the time," Rosalie agreed but added on to the rule. "But, you can say no if there is a legitimate reason."

"Obviously," Dylan said.

"Cool. Rule number three: No cuddling after sex. Let's not get any feelings involved," Rosalie asserted.
"And rule number four: No sleeping in the same bed," she finished.

"Agreed," Dylan said. "Rule number five: No falling in love."

"I'm not too worried about that."