Chapter 9.

He pulled up in front of a hotel and guided me into the hotel.

“I didn't get your name” I said to him

“Well I don't think my name is necessary, I'm not planning on seeing you ever” he said casually.

That was enough for me to know that he didn't want to make further conversations, and I let it slide because I felt it was as a result of downing three bottles of whiskey.

I walked into the hotel room, and it was twice the size of my apartment, being there gave me a sense of happiness, happiness because it made me feel like I would be able to afford a house bigger than that someday.

“Am I about to have sex with a stranger?” I ask him.

“Don't you want to?” He asks.

“Maybe” I smile, and he crashes his lips into mine, his tongue struggling to take dominance of my mouth by seeking entrance and I let him. He trails his hands down my back, and it leaves goosebumps in its wake.

I moan softly as he trails kisses down my neck and pushes me to the bed.

He gently takes off my shirt and places kisses