Chapter 4: Reckless desires

“Of course, I've… had sex with a man before,” I thought to myself. Once. Twice. Well, maybe. He didn't actually get the chance to go all the way in, but that still counts, right?

"You're still so young, Myla. You need to embrace your true self more… I have a zoom meeting to attend. Chat up if you want,” Cynthia said before hanging up.

I covered my face with a pillow and let out a muffled, irritated scream. This wasn't the first time Cynthia was lecturing me, and I was extremely tired of it. I decided to do something rash. I took all the remnants of the wine in the bottle.

The wine tasted… Sweet.

“Whoa," I said to no one. Realizing I was talking to myself, I started giggling. My head felt good. Really good.

I laughed again. Why didn't I drink more often? It was making me feel really, really, really good.

"Stupid, Cynthia," I murmured. "I'm having fun. And I want sex. I want...to...FUCK! I want to fucking fuck."

I giggled again and made a decision. I went over to my phone and unlocked it. Everything was blurry, but I found my SMS messenger, opened up my text thread with Cynthia, and sent her a message. Even typing it made me feel something… pleasant… down there.

“Hey, bitch! Send me those pornography videos you have on your phone! I fucking need them right now! I want to do a little bit of self-exploration. You know what I mean.”

I waited and then remembered she said she'll be attending a zoom meeting.

Then the dots popped up in the convo, letting me know she was actually there and typing.

“???” Was all I got back. Just three question marks. What was that about?

“Come on, bitch! Don't play dumb! You know what I mean, right? Or, you know what? Find me a guy and send him up to Jaxon hotel and suites. I don't even care if he's a male whore. You know what room 202.”

But Cynthia didn't respond. I waited for a long time too, and after about ten minutes, I realized she might have fallen asleep.

“Maybe it's for the best,” I thought to myself. I just told my best friend to find me a male whore. Fuck! That's crazy. What could I be thinking? But of course, the answer to that was simple. It was the alcohol talking.

And it was still making me really horny. Then a firm knock came from my room door.

I opened the door and immediately felt my heart drop all the way to the pit of my stomach. I suddenly became very aware of what I was wearing– a revealing, red, sexy gown.

“ Jaxon?” I said stammering. “ What are you doing here?”

His robe was open a bit, giving my eyes an opportunity to wander. And wander they did. They seemed to sink into his broad chest, making me wet. I could feel my panties getting damper with each passing second.

“ Myla, I got your message, I hope you’re fine?” he asked, showing me the messages I thought I sent to Cynthia.

“ Fuck! That went to him. Well, I guess his coming here won't be a waste.” I mumbled under my breath.

“ Are you married?” I asked, looking at him with an unreadable expression that shocked him.

Jaxon blinked in surprise. “ No, why are you…”

“ Engaged? Do you have a lover?” I asked, shutting him up completely.

“ I look ugly, right?”

He was puzzled by my line of questions but answered, “No.”

“ Would you want to have sex with me?” I asked bluntly, unbothered by what he might be thinking.

Jaxon stared at me, surprised by my words.

“ And why would I want to do that to you? You looked stressed… please, take a nap.”

He turned to leave immediately, but I yanked him into the room, slamming the door shut behind me. Jaxon stood frozen, his body dominating the dimly lit

room.

" Myla, what the hell..."

" I'm fucking horny," I blurted, cutting him off. " I want sex, Jaxon. With you, right here, right now... Fuck me baby.."

Jaxon blinked, utterly dumbfounded. " You're drunk, "

" So what?" I countered, crossing my arms tightly around my chest but keeping my gaze locked on him. " I made a mistake. A big one. And I need to make more mistakes to cover it up,"

He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. "That doesn't even make sense. How does making more mistakes fix anything? That's... terrible."

" Maybe." I whispered, stepping closer, my fingers trailing down his bare chest. " But I don't care. I don't want your love. I don't want your money. I just... need this. Please."

Jaxon shook his head firmly. " Myla, stop. You don't know what you're saying. You'll regret this in the morning , and I can't..." He turned, reaching for the doorknob.

Before Jaxon could leave, I tore my dress open, the sound of fabric tearing pierced the air. Jaxon turned around, only to find me stark naked, my bare body gleaming under the flickering light.

His breath hitched as he quickly moved his eyes. " Myla!"

I smirked, stepping forward, unbothered by his reaction. " You're still standing here, Jaxon. If you really wanted to leave, you would've walked out by now."

Jaxon clenched his fists at his side, his jaw tightening as he struggled to maintain control. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor, his body betrayed him, making him rooted in place. This was my chance.

I closed the distance between us, my steps gentle. " You're not running." I murmured, my hands reaching up to cup his face, forcing him to look at me.

" Myla, don't..."

I crashed my lips into his, silencing his protest. I kissed him with passion, pouring all the sweetness into the act.

For a moment, he froze, torn between his principles and the heat surging through him. Then, like a broken dam, he kissed me back with the same intensity, his hands gripping me as though I might disappear. Before I knew it , he carried me over to the bed and laid me on it.

Breaking the kiss, he held my face, darting his eyes. “ Do you really want this?”

“ Yes,” I nodded, my voice stronger than it had been since we met. “I'm sure, Jaxon, hit me hard. Please... Now!” I could feel his cock, it's hard like a rock. That thing.. in me? Would it really fit?

Damn!