“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 felt grateful he had not taken offence at my interrogation when all he did was try to help. He was a blessing in disguise, and call me shallow, but I didn’t think someone as gorgeous as he would have such a noble character. The few good-looking men I knew were good for nothing, arrogant bastards, and so he seemed to be a breath of fresh air.
“Thank you.”
He smiled, and his deep dimple appeared; it took all my willpower not to race over to him and poke it.
“You’re welcome. You should freshen up. There’s a new toothbrush and toothpaste in the bathroom on the washbasin. There are a few clean clothes in the wardrobe to change into, and your purse is on the chair.” He pointed to the armchair close to the window and said, “I’ll be downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast. When you’re done, you can join me,” he said.
Ah! A man who can cook is a man after my heart. It’s such a pity he’s out of my league.
Wait! He called me hot, which means he might also want me as much as you want him.
“Thank you, Mr Hart.”
Again, he smiled. This man is so going to kill me if he doesn’t quit flashing me those perfect dimples.
“Call me Aaron.”
Yes, sir. I most definitely will.
I showered and changed into the baggy sky-blue trousers in the wardrobe and the white polo, which were almost twice my size, but I wasn’t complaining because I felt comfortable in them. I made my hair into a bun so that my makeup-free face now had a defined look.
As instructed, I made my way out of my room and down the stairs to where the wonderful aroma was coming from. I soon found myself in the large and well-organised kitchen, but the man standing before the cooker with an apron around his neck and his back turned to me took away my attention from everything else. He had taken off his grey sweater and had on his back a tank top.
“You smell clean,” he said, despite not turning around to look at me.
What does that even mean? Did I smell dirty before?
“Thank you,” I said, a little confused.
He chuckled, and I shivered at the lovely sound coming from him.
“Well, everyone smells different after they’ve had a bath,” he added, still focused on whatever he was making.
“I’ve never placed focus on the smell of anyone before,” I mumbled to myself, but he heard.
“Well, that’s what makes us different.” He reached for the ceramic plate beside the cooker and continued his business.
I didn’t know what “us” meant, but I didn’t want to find out. My stomach was rumbling, and I wanted to have something before I left.
“I guess you’ve also had your bath, and you probably smell clean.”
“I did that when I woke up today. Bathing and staying hydrated are key to staying strong mentally.”
I have bathed every day of my life and have stayed hydrated as well. I’ve never been strong mentally, so there have to be more keys involved in the process than he’s letting on. I guess, in his words, “That’s what makes us different.”
“How does your head feel now?” he asked, taking me back to the first battle I encountered after waking up.
I noticed the ease while I was having my bath, and it worked just as he said it would. “Better, thank you. Your herbal tea worked. Perhaps before I leave, you could give me the recipe. I have a feeling I would need it because last night wouldn’t be my last visit to the bar.”
I felt him smile. “Sure, before you go. I’ll write it out for you.”
I heard a crack, and I knew he was making omelettes. My stomach growled in hunger and excitement, knowing I’d have my favourite as breakfast, even though he didn’t know that.
After this breakfast, I’m going to ask him what I can do for him, and I pray his answer is the one thing on my mind. It wouldn’t be a payment; it would just be me killing two birds with one stone.
He turned off the cooker, took off his apron, and carried the plates over to me, dropping them on the table when he got to where I sat. I stared at the plate of fried chips and omelette, and my mouth watered instantly.
He moved to the fridge and brought out a can of orange juice and two glass cups. He turned and set one on the counter next to my plate and the other next to his.
I smiled, wanting him to return before I ate, despite being hungry. “Thank you,” I said, picking up my fork and digging into the food.
I moaned helplessly at how good it tasted in my mouth, and my lashes fluttered. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a shade of red flicker in Aaron’s eyes before it faded away, but I couldn’t put faith in what my eyes saw. I could tell he looked fascinated as he watched me.
“You like it?”
Yes, just as much as I like the cook. There’s no way I’m not fucking this man after we finish eating.
I nodded like an idiot. “It’s delicious.” Speaking with a mouthful was a bad habit, but I couldn’t help it. “You should have your own restaurant in the city.” I’d pay to come and eat there, as well as to see your gorgeous face. I said it in my mind.
He chuckled, his cheeks turning a shade of red. I’ve finally gotten to him. This calls for celebration.
“I can’t. I have a pack waiting on me to lead; I can’t be bothered opening one.”
There was nothing wrong with having a restaurant and a park, but I didn’t push further. “I understand, but this,” I pointed to my plate, “is good.”
“Thank you, Zera.”
He called my name for the first time since I’d woken up, and I forgot to breathe. My eyes stayed on him, watching his hazel eyes flicker adorably and his jaw flex as he chewed on the chips.
I wanted to straddle him here and now, and knowing I couldn’t do that crushed me.
I lowered my head to my plate and wielded my mind into submission to its naughty thoughts.
This man was being a noble human being, and here I was thinking only about sex and my pleasure.
Do better, Zera! I scolded myself.
I finished my breakfast, and he took the plates to have them washed.
“Do you need my help?”
He shook his head and said, “No, just sit and look pretty.” He winked at me.
My cheeks were on fire.
This wasn’t just me. This man wanted me too. He called me hot and pretty, and he just winked at me. Does he have to spell it before I launch at him?
I had never felt this much attraction for a person. Owens, in all his efforts, never had this much effect on me. This man affected me with every move he made and every word he said, and the longer I stayed, the harder it would be to resist him.
He finished and arranged the plates on the rack where they belonged before turning to me.
“I think it’s time to call your friend. Don’t you think?” He cocked his brow at me.
Okay, why did I have the feeling he was chasing me off?
‘Because this isn’t your house and you’re not his girlfriend. You’re the girl he helped last night because he was a better human than most people. That doesn’t mean he wants you to overstay your welcome. You may have turned him into your trophy husband in your head, but he did not do the same.’
My eyes dropped, but I tried to keep my voice sharp. “Oh, yeah, it is. I will go do that now.”
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
“And that was how I crashed my little sister’s wedding.” I concluded the long story I had been telling with a giggle.I had told him part of the story the night we met at the club, but never got to tell him the full story. We dived into little talks and soft touches after waking up, cradled against each other. One thing led to another, and we ended up going back to what took me to the club alone the night we first met. My family’s betrayal.His eyes twitched in fascination as he beheld me. “That was brave of you.”I nodded and added a mild shrug. “It was long overdue, but because of that rebellion, I no longer have a sister and a mother.”“You never had them in the first place,” he said.I sat up and folded my legs in yoga style, holding the bedsheet under my armpit to cover my upper body. “Enough about me. Tell me about you. Any brother? Sister? Lover?”He hesitated, and my eyes weakened. “Please don’t have a lover.”His eyes narrowed at me, but I continued to speak: “It’s not because