Chapter 12
Ihad now officially lost my mind. It was basically the middle of the night and not only had I just accepted a booty call, I was also sneaking out of the house so that Anna wouldn’t wake up and catch me about to make what would probably end up being the dumbest decision of my life. I didn’t make it, she heard me and got up.
Still, my sex was throbbing so hard from all those filthy words he had said to me that I couldn’t stop leaking.
I had touched myself over and over, and yet nothing had satisfied me. I was restless, horny, frustrated, and excited. So, here I was throwing every ounce of reason to the wind. He was bound to have a huge cock, at least hopefully he did, and where I wanted it to reach, no one else or thing right now could. I wanted to be fucked so hard that I forgot myself. It had been my wish for the longest time, and it had never come true, but given his arrogant self, I was once again quite motivated to take a chance.
The car arrived faster than I had expected, and even though I couldn’t quite look the driver in the eye, I had no qualms about staring at the man”s picture on my phone. He was motherfuckingly breathtaking and the more I stared at him, the more I was convinced that yes, this was indeed a stupid and impulsive decision, but yet I couldn’t wait.
My excitement was further reinforced when the car pulled up to Billionaires” Row and then stopped in front of 220 Central Park South. I knew he was wealthy, but this was a level of wealth that I couldn’t help but appreciate. And coupled with the silence of the night, it all seemed like a dream. There were no distractions, I was fully engaged in my mind and heart, and in a way, it felt like an out-of-body experience.
Instructions had already been given to the doorman to allow me in, and by the elevators, another uniformed man was waiting to escort me up this floor. Everything looked so polished, clean, and wealthy that, once again, as I quickly stared at my reflection in the mirror behind, I was glad that I had taken a bit more time with my appearance this time around.
I barely had on any makeup but was clean with a light blush and a peach tint to my lips. I looked fresh, rosy, suckable, with my hair freshly washed and my entire body scenting like blackberries.
And then my outfit…It was an elegant, checkered skirt, a white button-down lace shirt, and a pair of brown designer sandals that I had fought with Anna to lend me. I looked casual but sheer, and even though my outfit was considerably less rosy than what I had worn earlier in the day, I still felt much more confident, attractive, and presentable.
I was so incredibly nervous to see him. Much more nervous than I had ever been, and as I thought on why, I realized that it was because things were becoming more real than I could
have ever imagined. Another very good reason was the dirty talk. A complete stranger had sworn to eat me out and me, a complete horny idiot, had jumped up immediately and gone over.
My head still couldn’t wrap itself around it, but it was too late to go back, and I had no regrets.
Anna had been filled with concern before I left, asking me if it was dangerous. And all I had said in response was, what is the worst he could do? Fuck me? That was the exact reason I was going in the first place, and so she had sat back and forced me to bring back the details about everything to her. I couldn’t wait myself to gather them, and hopefully, it would be a memory that I could cherish.
He met me at the door. He didn”t have a shirt on but instead, he had long cotton pajama pants on, and his hair seemed tousled. It was as though he had just rolled out of bed and for a moment, I couldn’t speak or move. This was a different version of him that I was seeing, and I just loved it so much. He looked more relaxed, more approachable, and so goddamn sexy. I didn’t miss the bulge straining against his pants, but somehow, I was able to discipline myself enough to look away from it.
“Hello,” he said, and all I could do was smile.
I walked in and was met with the most beautiful arrangement of flowers on a console by the side. It caught my attention for several minutes and then I turned to see him walking away. The muscles in his broad back shifted as he moved, and my mouth watered at the sight of him. He was so smooth and strong, so virile, and the way the warm light of the apartment shone on his skin made him look like molten gold.
The apartment, to say the least, was gorgeous. It was befitting of a man as wealthy as he was, but what I loved the most was just how cozy it felt. Perhaps it was because most of the lights were turned off and only warmth flooded the space, or perhaps it was due to the dark green and monochrome decor.
It smelled, though, far from a home and more like a scent store. There were no scents of food or pastries, but instead, it was smooth of sophistication and luxury. It smelled like him as well, I realized.
Tobacco, vanilla, lime…
I stood in place then, just completely overwhelmed because he didn’t seem real. None of this seemed real, and it was becoming quite a lot to take in.
“Are you alright?” His voice suddenly reverberated through the entire room, and I looked up to see him behind the huge kitchen island.
“Yeah, I”m fine,” I said, dragging my full attention to him. Once again, my gaze went down his gorgeous body, and truly, it was hard to breathe. His torso was built into well-defined slabs of
muscle that I wanted to run my tongue down or eat off. My breath instantly became short, and the troublesome bud between my thighs was ready for him to take me however he wanted.
This attraction was dangerous. I had never felt this way about anyone before and so quickly. The rush…the admiration…the arousal…
It felt like I was on a cloud. My heart was warm, my skin tingling, my breathing short.
“Do you want something to eat or drink?” he asked, and I shook my head in refusal.
I wanted to say yes to spend some time getting to know him, but I deeply suspected that this would be dangerous. I didn”t want to like him, and the more I knew of his existence, the more I realized that the possibility of this was increasing with every moment, and it was dangerous.
There most likely couldn’t be anything or a future between us, and with the way he was treating Aurora, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to stand all aspects of him.
These, however, were just what I wanted to keep me here tonight and excited.
“You sure?” he asked. “Cranberry juice? Wine? Fruits? Champagne?”
“Cranberry juice is fine,” I said, wanting the sweetness and tang. Alcohol, though I was staying away from it, maybe until later. I just wanted to kiss him more than anything else. It was the one thing I had been unable to get out of my head all day long, and I truly couldn’t take it any longer.
So, I headed over and retrieved the glass from him. I came around to where he was standing and leaned against the counter and took a small sip.
He was watching me closely, and as a result, my stupid heart kept tumbling out of place and falling into my stomach.
It was all very disconcerting, and so I looked away and stared out towards the dim living room where the windows overlooking the city were. They covered the entire wall, and the view was so panoramic that they were the perfect antidote to my current anxiety and nervousness. The stars were shining brightly in the darkness and never more than at this moment, did they seem so beautiful to me, even though I had a slight fear of heights.
“How did Aurora come to know about you?” he suddenly asked, and I returned my attention to him. I took one more sip of the juice and then held onto the huge tumbler. He had poured me a generous amount, which I most definitely couldn”t finish at the moment but definitely, as the night wore on, I would definitely need it and as a result be able to.
“We met at a coffee shop,” I replied. “She came up to me because she recognized me from my posts on social media, and that was how we connected.”
“Oh,” he said. “So you were a recommendation?”
“No,” I replied, and as usual with him, I truly couldn’t decipher through his tone what was a compliment or an insult. It didn”t matter anyway because I wasn”t here seeking anyone”s approval. I was just here to get fucked and then to be let go so I could move on with my life.
So, I set the glass down and looked up at him.
He leaned forward then, and as his big warm hand wrapped around my neck, I felt myself begin to melt.
I felt so fragile in his arms, so delicate, so wanted, and so, when he slightly lifted my chin and moved to kiss me, I was ready with my whole heart. His lips connected with mine, and it had to be the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.
He smelled so clean and so exotic that I lost myself in his taste. My eyes tightened shut, and before I could stop myself, I was holding onto his thick biceps. He was so sexy, so strong, so big…my knees could no longer hold me up. I moved even closer, just so that I could press my body against him.
Knowing what I was coming for, I had foregone a bra altogether, and I was now being very well rewarded for it because my hardened nipples grazed so hungrily against the hardness of his chest. His arms went around my waist, seeming to encapsulate me and bend me like a doll.
It was the perfect move, however, because it ensured that he could lean down even further and deepen the kiss.
I had expected something of a hard and rough kiss given how charged and tense our attraction was to each other, but perhaps it was because of the calm night, but this was soft, sweet, intense. It was as though it could go on forever, as though we both intended it to go on forever.
Eventually, he pulled away to suck on my lips, and it was a fight before either of us let go. That slight pull at the end floored me, and so I held on even tighter to him just so that it wouldn’t be revealed just how much of a puddle I had been turned into. I looked up then into his eyes, and he did the same, and then to my disappointment, he let me go. I quickly held onto the counter for my stability while he reached for my half-filled glass of juice and took a healthy drink from it.
“Afterwards,” he set it down, and although I didn’t want to keep staring at him, I had to look away. I couldn’t read his expression at all, I realized. It was as though he was contemplating the kiss we just had and whether it was worth the trouble of even going further with me and as a result, I became instantly defensive.
I had just had the best kiss, so why did he seem to be contemplating if he had made the biggest mistake of his life? I truly didn’t know how to process this.
“Let”s go upstairs,” he suddenly said, but I found myself reluctant to move even though he did. I watched him leave as he was already heading towards the stairs before he realized that I wasn”t
following behind. He stopped then and turned to me, and the glow of the night on him made him look surreal. I knew then that I hadn’t been dumbfounded all day and practically from the very moment I laid eyes on him because he was interesting to look at, and that I hadn’t thrown my brain into the gutter and jumped into his car to come all the way here on a whim.
I was so attracted to him that it was terrifying, and this kind of attraction, the only way I could see it ending, was with my obsession and a heartbreak so extreme that I would probably not be able to recover from it.
Unless he turned out to truly be the absolute dickhead that he appeared to be with his dealings with Aurora.
“Um…,” I swallowed, wondering how I could stall to give myself one last chance to make a better and wiser decision.
“Aurora,” I said. “Why don’t you want her to have the wedding that she wants?” I asked. “I mean, it”s her once special day. I don’t understand why you’re fighting her so much about the things she wants, the size, and just everything in general. It”s making her very unhappy and miserable.”
As my words left my lips, I could very clearly read his expression because suddenly and right before my eyes, he turned from a neutral expression to something so menacing that I felt chills run down my spine.
“Why are you asking me about Aurora?” he asked, a very deep and dark scowl forming between his brows.
“Well, uh…” I felt myself instantly begin to stutter. But I wasn’t going to back down because this was probably now more for me than for him. Perhaps if he was angry enough, he’d throw me out before we even got started, and I’d be able to dodge whatever incoming bullet this entire night felt like.
“I…,” I began, not exactly sure what I was going to say, but soon enough, and as the very heavy seconds passed between us, words formed.
“It’s her day, and I believe she has the right to spend it however she wants. Understand that?—”
“Get out,” he said, and the entire room came to a halt.
At first, I was sure that I was mistaken, that he hadn’t just said what he had, but then as I saw the anger in his eyes, I grew afraid.
He looked furious. So furious that I was truly terrified.
I wanted to argue, to shout back at him and hurl off some insults of my own as well because he had no right to talk to me that way, but the redder his eyes became, the more I understood that I
had hit a very, very sore nerve.
I expected him then to lunge for me and attack, and so without saying a single word, I went around the counter and began to head towards the foyer. I tried not to run, but the moment I got to the door, I couldn’t help it. I could feel the daggers from his eyes piercing into my back and at any point almost expected to feel actual pain from his attack. Eventually, I got out and shut the door behind me, but I couldn’t explain or understand what had just happened.
It took me a while to calm down. I walked slowly back to the lobby, and of course, there was no driver and car waiting to take me back to my apartment, so I had to hail down a taxi by myself.
All the way through, I went through a myriad of emotions. Sure, that was basically what I had been trying to achieve when I had brought up Aurora, but I could never have imagined he would act that way. This proved a point that he was a narcissist.
So, I was right. Yet as I rode home, his eyes never left my mind. I had a narcissistic father, and his reaction and eyes in that moment hadn’t exactly seemed as though he was one. Instead, it had seemed that more than anything, he was hurt, and I couldn’t understand why. Nothing made any sense anymore, and I was so filled with shame at how he had kicked me out that I didn’t want to care. However, later that night and just before I finally drifted off to sleep after chugging down half a bottle of wine, I truly wondered if there was more to his authoritative control over Aurora’s wedding.
And just like that, all of a sudden, rather than hate him so easily, I wanted to find out even more about him.