I found enough strength and withdrew my hand from his chest, wrapping my other cold hand around it and smiling awkwardly at him. "Thank you, f-for ste....pp....ing in and spe-speak..ing up for me. I k..k... know you didn’t... t have to." I stammered, the hiccups coming in and ruining the flow of my appreciation line.
Damn it!
He smiled, not fazed by the mess of an appreciation speech I was giving.
"You’re welcome. May I sit?" He asked, then raised a brow.
His question was more like a statement because the answer would be an automatic yes. Having him stand so close makes me feel giddy, and I knew that would also happen when he sits as well.
I bit my lips and nodded. "Sure, you can."
He settled on the chair beside me, and the smell of his presence engulfed my mind. It made me think of lustful things, like having his hands on parts of my body that shouldn’t be evaded by just anyone.
I needed something strong to take away the nasty thoughts clouding my head. The martini was nice, but not for moments like these. I waved at the bartender and ordered a shot of pure whisky.
I wasn’t a heavy drinker, but I wanted to get wasted and then call Diya, who was on speed dial, to come and take me home after. It takes thirty minutes to get to the university campus from here. So it’s not so far.
"So, you live around here?" the voice of the gorgeous man in the long sleeve asked after a long while of silence.
"Not really. I stay on the university campus. It’s thirty minutes away." I answered, taking my second shot of whisky. I could feel the alcohol kicking in my system; I knew a few more shots, and I’d be where I wanted to be.
I felt his brow rise. "How will you get home, then?"
"My best friend... I’ll call her to come and pick me up when I’m done," I replied, surprising myself with how well I spoke this long line of sentences.
"Okay, that’s better. What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?"
Ah, finally he asked.
"My name is Zera Adams," I answered, keeping my eyes fixed on the glass in my hand because I knew if I even so much as stared at him, I would feel tempted to give him a blow job here and now or have him fuck my brains out. It would be a story to tell, Diya. I bet she would give me a high-five. "What’s your name?"
"Aaron Hart," he answered.
A hot name for a hot man!
Moaning out his name while riding him would be so hot, I thought.
Zera!
Well, this whisky isn’t helping me numb my wild thoughts.
I ordered the third shot. The bartender served it, and while I drank, I noticed Aaron didn’t. Instead, he watched me.
That felt odd.
Okay, stay with me. I wasn’t the ugliest girl I knew, but I wasn’t the prettiest either. He, however, was the most handsome guy I had ever met, and I knew he could have any girl he wanted. I also knew he had met hotter, prettier, and much more graceful girls. Girls who didn’t hiccup their way through words and knew how to comport themselves in every situation, yet here he was, staring at me like he had never seen anyone better before.
"Can I ask a question?" he asked after my fourth shot, and I was already losing my sense of reason. I’ll drink this last shot and call it a night.
"Sure." I giggled, and he continued. "Why did you come here alone?"
"Because I had no one to take me." My reply came faster than it would under normal circumstances.
"No boyfriend waiting for you at home?" His voice was laced with disbelief as he spoke.
I bit my lips and shook my head. "The boyfriend I used to have married my sister this morning."
I felt more lighthearted speaking about it than I thought I would. Perhaps this is the whisky doing its work in my system.
"His loss."
Well, it could be your gain, but there’s a voice yelling at me in my head to tread carefully. I am no longer seeing as clearly as I was thirty minutes earlier. It was time to hit the road and call Diya to the rescue.
I kept my purse on the bar counter and pulled out my phone to dial Godiya’s number, but it slipped out of my grasp and fell to the floor. I hissed under my breath and dropped from my stool, only to hear a loud bang.
My eyes opened, and I was in a large, cream-painted room with white curtains at the doors and windows.
I quickly sat up, only to have my head bang hard against my skull. I pressed my hand against my temple, and my eyes fluttered in pain, a long hiss rolling out of my mouth.
Where am I? How did I end up here? Who brought me? These questions plagued my mind, but I couldn’t find answers to them.
When my eyes fluttered back, I noticed I was still in the peach maid of honour gown I had on yesterday, and that consoled me to know that nothing had happened, yet the question remained.
How did I end up here?
The last thing I remember was sitting at the bar counter, drinking my martini, but the bang in my head told me I might have had something much stronger than just a martini before leaving the club last night.
I tried to mentally retrace my steps, even though it was not so easy.
I thought about the bartender; I thought about those dancing, but I remember not having an interest in joining them. I remembered staying at the counter with my martini, only to be interrupted by someone. I remember a guy named Kevin—an annoying guy—and I remember feeling very uncomfortable in his presence.
Did he bring me home?
My skin crawled at the thought, but I shrugged it off. He couldn’t have brought me home. I don’t mean to judge, but he didn’t look like someone who could afford something this magnificent. Someone else? But who?
My thoughts got interrupted as the door to the room opened and a tall, gorgeous man with black hair and hazel eyes walked in. At the sight of him, the memories of last night rushed back to my head, and I remembered everything.
He was the man I called "my man" just to get the annoying Kevin guy away from me at the club. I remember him coming to my defence and intimidating douchebag Kevin out of his pants. I remember having a brief talk with him after he sent the other guy away. Now, I remember switching my drink from martini to whisky in the hope of getting the nasty thought of riding on him out of my head. He also told me his name, and I did likewise. I remember reaching my limit and wanting to call Diya to come and take me home. Those were the last things I remembered.
He had changed from the white long-sleeve shirt and black trousers he had on last night and now wore a grey sweater and joggers which hid his toned body.
I wondered what could have happened that led me to this point and this room. Sure, my clothes were still on, but a lot could still have happened. He could have worn them back after he was done taking what he wanted. Goosebumps scattered over my skin, and I felt negative chills on the inside. He didn’t seem like that type of man, but no man or woman had "rapist" written on their forehead.
I could be jumping to conclusions, and that won’t be nice, especially if he had helped out of the goodness of his heart.
I snapped out of my thought when I heard him clear his throat, and I saw him standing before me with his left, stretched-out hand holding a small white mug.
My eyes narrowed with confusion, having "I do not know what you’re doing" written in them.
"Uh?" I blurted it out like an idiot.
"Drink for the headache!" He spoke, and just like when we were at the bar, his deep, hoarse voice sent shivers down my spine. He brought me something for the headache, but how did he know I was having terrible pain in my head?
'He watched you drink yourself away at the bar. A hangover is the aftermath of drinking too much. Anyone with a cell in their brain knows that.' Trust the voice in my head to make me feel dumber than I already am.
This man couldn’t have raped me last night. He’s too caring.
I bit my lips and collected the cup to stare at it. It looked like green tea, except it had leaves I didn’t recognise in it.
"It’s herbal tea for hangovers. It has been passed down for generations in my family," he explained, seeing the suspicious way I eyed the mug in my hand. "It reduced the headache after a few minutes of intake."
I smiled nervously. "Am I supposed to trust that you didn’t put any intoxicating substance in it, yeah?"
"Why? You’re already intoxicated at the sight of me, from the look of it," he replied casually, with much confidence.
Wow! Mr Hart, I didn’t think you were as naughty as you were hot.
My cheeks warmed up. "That’s because you’re hot."
"So are you. But who’s keeping score?" He winked at me.
Okay, do you care to turn on the AC now because this is getting hotter with every passing second?
"Stop it, Zera; you still don’t know if he had his way with you last night," I thought.
I brought the mug to my mouth and took a few sips before lowering the cup.
I saw his beautiful, intent eyes, and they didn’t look impressed. "Take it all for a faster effect." He instructed, coming off more commanding than I expected.
Oof! What’s next, Daddy? Feed me till I’m full and take me till I can’t walk?
Zera!
Sorry, no more.
I drank the tea so that the only things left in the small mug were the green leaves.
"Good girl," he cooed, and I felt giddy on the inside as if being called a good girl was such an accomplishment.
What’s happening to me? Why does he affect me so much?
He turned to leave the room, and I spoke, wanting to clarify the events of last night. As much as I was attracted to him and wanted to do nasty things to him in my head, I still had to know what happened.
"Can I ask a question?"
He paused and turned to me before nodding his head. "Sure, ask."
"What happened last night? The last thing I remember was trying to call my best friend, and the next thing I know, I’m here in this bed with no memory of how I got here."
“Well, you don’t have any memory after that because you hit your head against the bar counter. You dropped your phone while trying to dial it, and when you tried to reach for it, you bumped your head against the counter and passed out.” He explained. “Why did you bring me here, then? Why didn’t you just call my friend and have her come take me home?” I crossed my arms over my chest.“I did three times, but she didn’t answer the phone, and I just couldn’t leave you at the club, passed out drunk. That would be reckless and dangerous. So I brought you home with me.”A man who cared about my safety surely wouldn’t take advantage of me. There was only one way to know. I pressed my lips together, knowing the next question I wanted to ask and feeling hesitant about it. “So, did anything happen between us?” “No, nothing did. You were unconscious. Only a monster would want to take advantage of that. You slept through the night, and I slept in my room.”Relief washed over me at his reply. I
I got down from the stool and made my way to the bedroom, where my bag, phone, and clothes were. I dipped my hand into my bag and brought out my phone. Then I turned it on to see a few missed calls and three unread messages on my W******p. I took a quick look to see that one message was a long rant from Betty. The stunt I pulled yesterday must have really pissed her off. I could tell her message revolved around how she wished she had swallowed me instead. And that would not be the worst thing she’d ever said to me.I tapped on my call icon on the screen and went through the call history and saw three missed calls from Lionel, two from Diya, and one from Betty.My eyes caught the outgoing calls, and I saw I had called Diya three times last night. Aaron spoke the truth when he said he had called my friend but had no luck reaching her because I didn’t make these calls.I tapped on Diya’s name and dialled her number. Unlike the other times last night, this one was successful, and her radia
Say no more, master. Your wish is my command.I pressed my lips together and nodded. “Okay, thank you. I promise I won’t get in your way. You will not even know I’m here.”“Well, I would know; I have thin ears,” he pointed out with a devilish smile dancing at the corner of his mouth.“Got it. Do you need my help with anything?” I cocked my brow, knowing that someone who could afford this place would not need the help of someone like me, but I wanted to ask, anyway.“What can you do for me?” he asked, and his words left me in a dilemma because they sounded lustful towards the end.Still, I didn’t want to read any meaning into his words. “Anything you want, just name it.”He licked his full, rosy bottom lips and took a step forward. Again, my heart skipped a beat, but I kept my focus on him and didn’t move away. Another step would cover up the space between us, and, from the look in his eyes, he knew that too. He took the next step, covering the space between us so that the rich, manly s
I shivered as images of me spread out on the counter, taking him from different angles, plastered in my mind at his word.I shook the thoughts off and giggled weakly, despite wanting him to do what he just said. “Aha, funny, but seriously, what are we making?”“I thought a quick chicken hummus bowl would be nice, but I want nothing spicy on my tongue,” he informed me, and my legs clamped together to keep them steady. I knew the rest of the sentence. I had a dirty mind and knew he wouldn’t have anything spicy on his tongue because he planned on taking it somewhere else later.This man had turned the game around and was doing the mind-fucking this time. I couldn’t complain; I wanted this.“Sounds like a treat, then.”He smirked. “My treat would be you screaming and asking for more.”I swallowed nothing and blinked a few times. There had been a change in him. The man I had met and even confronted in the room earlier wasn’t this man. This seemed to have been caged all the while and now has
He drew a sharp breath, surprised by my bold move, but didn’t hesitate to kiss back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to himself, letting me feel his growing erection trapped in his jeans. My chest flattened against his, and my nipple poked at his chest. I moaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting and savouring the feel. His hand travelled up to my neck, and he sang poisonous caresses over the skin of my neck, making me tingle and arch against him. His hand on my waist moved below and hoisted me against his solid form, and then further, he grabbed my ass. I gasped as he applied pressure with his grip, and he rubbed against me even as he grew harder and throbbed in his trousers. He broke the kiss and pulled away to look at me, his eyes beholding me as if I were the most precious creature he ever laid his eyes on, and this made my heart swell with pride. I was gasping for air from being kissed for over two minutes straight. My lips were
He came down on me, kissing me hard. He caged my hands and held them above my head as his tongue devoured me. I squirmed at his touch on my neck. I moaned into the kiss when he trailed his soft, warm hands over my chest down to my breast and cupped its heavy swell in his palm, then traced his thumb over the tips of my nipples.“If at any time you feel this is too much, stop me, okay?”I pressed my lips together to suppress a moan that almost left my mouth. His fingers felt hot, and they sent chills and nervous reactions through me.“Okay?” he asked again. “I do not want to hurt you.” He added, and I saw the concern in his eyes despite his desires.“Yes, I will tell you.” I jerked when he plucked at my nipples, making them harden even more in need, but he didn’t satisfy that need because he continued down my stomach and waist and then the space between my legs. He spread my legs apart and palmed my soaking wet pussy, earning a long moan from my mouth. I surrendered to his hands, knowing
My eyes fluttered on the bed, and I stared up at the ceiling. It happened. The man called Aaron finally gave in to his desires and fucked my brains out. It was surreal, and it was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had, as far as sex is concerned. He knew his way in the bed, and that alone was a blessing in disguise, and being the decent human being made it even better. He was a ten, and never in my wildest dream did I think I would ever cross paths with someone like him.I will not forget about him for a long time.Monday was still far away, but Aaron wasn’t.I pulled myself up from the bed to sit down and glance at the gorgeous man sleeping beside me. Sure, I didn’t love him, and he didn’t love me, but to an extent, I felt such a stronger connection with him than I ever felt with another person. Perhaps I was crazy, or I was thinking too much.He felt safe. That alone made me feel comfortable enough to trust my body and mind to him, and I haven’t regretted doing that yet.I glance
He grabbed me by the shoulder and helped me onto my feet, capturing my mouth between his and snaking his tongue in to get the taste of his release lingering therein. His hands cupped my heavy breast while his mouth wandered to my neck, kissing and sucking on the flesh thereon. I moaned helplessly, wanting more and knowing he would give it to me. His mouth moved to capture my nipples, and after torturing them for what seemed like forever, he dropped to his knees.“You smell so good, gorgeous.” He moaned, his voice vibrating against my throbbing and needy pussy. I bit my lips and moaned, pressing my head against the wall as my lashes fluttered. He lifted my leg and placed it on his shoulder, and in the next second, I felt the flick of his tongue. My leg on the floor shook from weakness as my reaction surged through me at his action.This god of a man was on his knees, between my legs, pleasuring me. I whimpered when he pressed his tongue against my slit, and my eyes stayed shut, mentally