One-night stand

Chapter 005

Reese

''Want more?'' His voice made me turn to look at him, and a smirk displayed on his lips as if he was enjoying what he was seeing. He was now holding the bottle of the hard liquor. ''This is vodka...''

I nodded, holding out my glass to him. After he poured down almost half of the glass, I quickly took another sip, and then another, and another, until I emptied it. Until I noticed that my head had begun to spin, and as I looked around the living room, I could feel my vision becoming blurry.

As I cast my gaze upwards toward the ceiling, the dazzling light from the chandelier caused my eyes to squint. The only colors I could make out were black and gray. This was a man’s house. He’s not married yet.

Just as I was about to turn around to face the man, I felt two warm arms wrap around me. ''I can’t wait, baby...'' he murmured, his minty mixed with alcohol breath fanning the back of my ear, which instantly sent a tingle sensation down my spine, and goosebumps appeared all over my body.

Before I could even protest, he had already placed butterfly kisses on my nape, all the way down to my shoulder.

Remembering my clothes were still full of dried vomit, my eyes widened and I stepped away from him, but I ended up stumbling. He was fast enough to catch me, and hug me back.

''What’s wrong?'' he asked, kissing my hair as he gently ran his palm over my back.

''I... I need to shower first...'' I stuttered, my voice trembled, so I swallowed hard, pushing him away from me.

A sigh escaped his lips, taking the glass from my hand, and putting it down on the coffee table. My brows furrowed when he took my hand and intertwined our fingers. I made no protest when he pulled me towards the staircase.

Now that I think of it, Troy had never done anything like this to me. In the two years that we were together, he never once even attempted to take my hand when we were going upstairs.

While this man right here, was taking his time squeezing my hand with every step we made.

His room was huge. And just like his living room, nothing has changed. Everything was still in black and gray color.

He finally let go of my hand, opening a closet, and handing me a fresh towel. ''That’s the bathroom...'' he pointed a door to the corner of the room, and I mouthed thank you, fleeing towards the bathroom, and shut it close after.

I didn’t realize that my heart was thumping so hard as I leaned against the closed door. I thought the liquor would make me relax. Why do I feel like it made my anxiety worse?

Am I really doing this?

I took a few deep breaths. I’ll do this.

I looked myself in the mirror, and I noticed that my hair was a mess, my cheeks and lips were pale, but the scratch from my mom’s ring left my cheek a red line. I stared at the pale blue color of my eyes, almost gray, and they were emotionless.

After hanging the towel on the rack, I started undressing, stripping off everything before I stepped into the shower stall, turned the shower on, and let the steamy droplets trickle down my head and onto my body.

I heaved a sigh of contentment as I reached for the lavender shampoo and started massaging my hair with it. Thinking about how the stranger treated me so delicately caused me to have butterflies and an odd flutter in my heart. I had never been treated by a man like this before, and the feeling was amazing.

I was jolted out of my thoughts when I felt two powerful arms wrap around my waist, the warm body pressed against my back while the water rushed down on me.

''What the---'' the man spun me around to face him, and I was met with those pair of electric blue eyes. Finally, I got the chance to see them. His wet hair was brushed up, showing his gorgeous forehead. He had a small smile on his lips as he stared back at me.

His chest rose up and down rapidly as he pushed my hair back away from my face. ''You’re so beautiful...'' he whispered under his breath, grazing his fingers over the scratch on my face. ''Who did this to your pretty face, hmm...?'' he asked with his face so close to mine as he rested his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him.

I could feel my nipples harden under his gaze, and he groaned, reaching out behind me for the bottle of the strawberry scent shower gel.

''Let me clean you up and help you relax...'' The steam began to fog around us, and I froze when he started rubbing my shoulders with the shower gel.

He was gentle and firm as he massaged the knots in my neck and shoulders. He gently turned me around, making me face the wall again.

''Am I making you feel good?'' he asked, gliding his knuckle down my spine carefully.

I moaned, pressing my palms flat against the cold tiled wall.

The man crouched down, and I felt heat crawl up my cheeks when I realized that he could see everything down there.

It was only once that Troy saw me naked. And that was the night of our wedding. Whenever I tried to seduce him, he would only touch my face as he kissed me, and never touch any part of my body further south.

In spite of the fact that we shared a bed, each of us had our own blanket. And tonight, I was ready to entrust this unknown person with complete control over me.

''Fucking beautiful...'' I heard the man say, and I bit my lip, closing my eyes when I felt his palms spread all over, and massaged further down.

My insides were practically burning up with every word he was telling me, and his hands touching and caressing every inch of my body made me relax and hot at the same time, feeling as if I was having a fever.