LAURAThe next time I opened my eyes, I was in a…room?I was sitting on a chair, which, along with a bed, bedside table and wardrobe, were the only things in the otherwise empty room.One minute I’d been walking at the beach and the next, I was in a room I couldn’t remember ever entering. How the hell had I ended up in this unfamiliar room? Squinting, I struggled to remember. Then I did. The masculine hand that had grabbed me from behind, pressing a cloth to my face, and that foul smell. My God, it had been so bad, I’d passed out from it. Wait. I’d passed out. Heart slamming against my rib-cage, I jerked up from the chair I was sitting on, but was pulled back down by a weight on my hands. I realized that both of my hands were handcuffed to the arms of the chair at the same moment what I assumed was the bathroom door opened and a big form stepped out. The shock that gripped me at the person standing in
LAURAI opened my mouth to speak but no word came out. I tried again. Nothing. My fingers started trembling and soon, my whole body was shaking. Oh my God. Derrick, the man who lived in my apartment building, who smiled and waved when he saw me, whom I’d given my phone number simply because I thought he was nice, was my stalker. Jesus Christ. Now I could see it. The soft tone of his messages one day then the next, he was being aggressive and forceful, just like how he’d gone from calm to livid right in front of me a while back. No wonder my building cameras hadn’t been able to find anyone strange coming and going. Because there was absolutely nothing strange about a tenant leaving his house and returning at the end of the day. My stalker had been living with me all along. So fucking close, and I’d been none the wiser. My shaking intensified when I remembered the things he’d said in some of his l
ALEXWhen I entered the restaurant, my eyes scanned the tables for the woman I was supposed to be meeting here. I found her sitting at one of the tables to the right, going through the menu. Margaret Keaton was a beautiful woman. With dark brown hair peppered with streaks of silver, a round face bared, thanks to her hair pulled back in a ponytail, lips pulled up in a smile and green eyes bright and happy, she turned the eyes of both men and women. At fifty, she appeared far younger than her age. Had it not been for her rapidly greying hair, she would have been able to pass for mid-thirties. Making my way over to her, I ignored the curious glances thrown at me by a number of people. “Hi, Mom.”Eyes so similar to mine flew up in surprise. “Alex, I didn’t hear you come in!” Rising to her feet, she hugged me. I didn’t even have it in me to fake a smile as I hugged her back, kissing her cheek. As we sat down, mom’s too-knowing eyes coasted over me. “How have you been?”“Good. I’ve
LAURANo, no, no.Please no.I jumped back to avoid the bouquet falling in my direction, but it still ended up right at my feet. My heart slammed against my ribcage as I stared at the bouquet lying by my feet like it was a ticking time bomb, ready to go off any second.This could not be happening to me right now.Why couldn’t it have landed next to one of the other bridesmaids who looked more than happy to catch it? Why did it have to land on me out of all of them?Maybe because my best friend, the bride of the day, had thrown it right at me and even though I’d stepped out of the way, it still somehow managed to hit its target.Shit.My eyes darted around and I took in the number of eyes on me, watching me strangely, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Well, they could judge me if they wanted. They weren’t the ones that had gotten their fates sealed by a fucking bouquet of all things.Grudgingly, just to get their eyes off me, I bent and picked it up, holding it stiffl
LAURAWell, one thing was for sure; My night just got better. He glanced at me, took one step into the elevator, then did a double take almost as if he couldn’t help himself. After a second, he seemed to realise that he was staring and that he was holding back the elevators, stopping it from moving. Giving his head a sharp shake, he stepped in and the doors finally slid shut. Not only was I glad that I wasn’t alone in here anymore, but I was also glad that the person who joined me, had to be the most gorgeous man I had ever met in my life. And here, I thought Balery’s husband was the most handsome man in existence. This man gave him a run for his looks—and money, judging by the expensive as hell tux he wore and the Rolex watch on his hand. As the doors slid shut, his presence filled the room, making it seem smaller in size, but somehow not cranking my claustrophobia, and his scent filled my nostrils. He smelled of pure male and something expensive. His cologne.I allowed myself to
LAURAHe led the way out of the elevator with his hand on my waist. His room was on the same floor as mine. Looking at the outcome of things now, I shouldn’t have booked the hotel room. But it was not like I had any way of knowing that I was going to meet the hottest man in existence and that he was going to ask me to spend the night with him. Plus, if I hadn’t come to the hotel in the first place, then I wouldn’t have seen him. So, no regrets were allowed. Just that the room wouldn’t be occupied. We walked down the corridor, then he stopped when we reached a room, number 56, on the left side of the hallway. Mine was number 60, which meant that it was still down the hallway, not that far from his. What would have been the odds of us seeing each other? If I had actually slept in my room, then I wouldn’t have come out until tomorrow when I wanted to leave. I usually ordered food and everything I needed up to my room, unless it was a necessity that I had to go down. I didn’t have one
LAURANow that my heels were gone, the height difference between us became even more pronounced.He gripped my shoulders and turned me around until we were facing a huge mirror on the wall. One that I hadn’t known was there before, until now. Staring into the mirror, I took in our differences. Jesus. He was so tall and big, and I was so small and short in comparison. He was standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders as he, too, stared at us in the mirror. “Look at yourself.” He commanded, his voice caressing my hair and senses. And I did. Which, again, took me by surprise, because I didn’t react well to being ordered. The image we produced in the mirror was nothing short of erotic and it didn’t do anything to help the wetness that had pooled between my legs. If anything, it made it worse. Some of the pins holding my hair had given out, but a few still held strong. It gave my hair a somewhat disheveled and arranged look that was sexy. My nipples pointed skyward, demanding atten
LAURA“Look at you,” He murmured, his eyes roving over me. “So fucking beautiful.”I squeezed my eyes shut as I moaned. His voice did such crazy things to me. My thong was now sticking into my folds uncomfortably, and almost as if he could read my thoughts, his fingers wedged into both sides of mt thong on my hips and rolled them down my legs, leaving me completely bare to his hungry eyes. “Have to taste you.” He grunted, his eyes fixated on the flesh between my legs, and that was the only warning I got before he dove in. I jerked from the impact of his tongue on my centre, and his hands flew to my hips, holding me steady. My mouth fell open in shock, pleasure and agony. He shoved his tongue into me, fucking me with it with at a shockingly fast pace that pushed my already torteured body swiftly towards release. He played with my clit for a bit, sucking on it hard and that was when an orgasm hit me. Hard, and fast and so bloody intense that my eyes fell shut and I screamed loud enoug