004: Meeting Raymond.

Bianca

From Diego's house,the driver drives me to the park but I don't want to be there. I took the car key from him assuring him that I will be fine because he hesitates and I drive to the nearest place that sells alcohol.

I got there but before leaving the car,I took the divorce papers and signed it.

I am not the type to drink out but today I couldn't hold myself.

I hate myself for letting Diego use me like that,I was so blind. I don't know where the courage to defend myself came from earlier but I love that I didn't let him discard me like that.

Diego will pay for the pain he caused me,he hurt me and my crime was loving him.

“Don't you think you have had too much to drink?" Says a male voice as he takes a seat next to me at the bar.

“Don't you think you should mind your business?” I reply without even looking to know who it was,I honestly don't care, I wish people can learn to mind their businesses. I could be a serial killer who wants his attention.

“Rough day?” he asks. I see he ain't giving up,I might use a company.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks and I fail to stop myself from sobbing. I hate Diego right now, “did something happen?"

My husband,sorry ex-husband, cheated on me with my step sister and they framed me of doing the same while I was on vacation. He did this so he could divorce me.” I blurred out in-between tears barely audible. “I hate him and I want to hurt him too." I added.

“Then do just that, should we break his legs?” He asks.

“I want him to suffer. I want him to suffer but not die.”

“I enjoy inflicting pain on bad people. My name is Raymond" he extends his hand to me.

I chuckled at his first words and took his hand. “Bianca”

RAYMOND'S POV

“Are you sure you do not want me to take you to your house?” I ask Bianca.

She is very drunk and leaving her at the bar would be a bad idea. Men would take advantage of her. I tried to make her stop drinking but she was not listening and all I could do was keep an eye on her. I don't know who her ex is but he does not sound like a good person.

The past few days, I've seen nothing but pain on Bianca and I kept wondering what might have inflicted so much pain on her.

I first met her at the hospital. I was walking down the hallway after seeing the doctor when Bianca bumped into me. I was expecting some sort of “sorry” from her but didn't get any as she continued walking. My bodyguard wanted to go after her but I stopped them and went after her instead. Something about her screamed troubled and she looked pale.

I didn't follow her because of the apology but like I said she seemed off and I was right because when I got to her destination,she was almost dropping from the ledge but I was fast enough to save her. With the help of the nurse, she was taken to her room and they commenced another treatment.

Out of my busy schedule, I have been visiting her to check up on her and even sorted out her bills but today, when I came today, I was told she was discharged. I was glad she finally got out of the coma and was discharged but deep down I wish I got the chance to speak to her. It's a coincidence that I met her again here at the bar.

“Bianca,where am I to take you? A friend's place, family or your house? Please give me a location to work with.”

"I want to go to your house.” She replies.

"You are drunk and I know you do not mean anything you are saying right now. Tell me where you live better let us call someone that knows where you live”

" Forget it, I will just drive myself where I want to go. It was nice meeting you, Raymond.” She pushes me away from her.

“You brought a car here?” I asked.

“No,I walked. I just happen to carry a car key for fun” she takes out her car key,flung it on my face and unlocks her car. I can see it from where we are.

I grab the car key from her hand and shove it in my pocket, “okay let us go to my house" I say to her. I am on a business trip here but I rented an apartment for the few days I would be staying here.

“What are we waiting for then?" She said in-between excitement. Things alcohol will make you do.

“Just give me a second,wait here and don't go anywhere” I tell her. “Please don't go anywhere”

I walk back into the bar and I cross my fingers that I find Bianca where I left her. I told my bodyguard not to look for me that I would be driving home with Bianca in her car, I can't leave her car here. They seem surprise because I've not driven myself in ages but here I am willing to drive Bianca home. This lady is making me do things I rarely do for myself and she brings out the a part of me I never knew existed.

When I get back outside, luckily I find Bianca still waiting for me. She hugs me, “you came back,I thought that was your way of running away from me. You have my car key after all”

“I am not that kind of person. Let us go” I said.

“We are going to your house,right?” she asks.

“Yes,we are going to my house”. I helped her to the car and then drove to my apartment. I have an extra bedroom there so it should be fine.

She will thank me in the morning. My apartment is about an hour away from where the bar is, so we get there a bit late. I get out of the car and help Bianca into the house.

I make her sit on the couch and then get her some water. I say, “ if you feel the need to vomit, please tell me"

“Don't worry,I am not one to throw up even after having so much to drink”

“Good then, let me help you get to bed. I have a spare bedroom,so do not worry” I help her up and take her to the bedroom.

The funny part is that she is drunk but she still has her purse and not once did she put it down. I put her in bed and take off her heels. She is wearing all black.

My phone rings in my pocket and I get it. It's an urgent business call for my schedule tomorrow. While I am still on the phone, I feel someone envelop me from behind. I thought Bianca was fast asleep.

“Hey do you need anything?" I ask but she stands in front of me and starts unbuttoning my shirt, "I need you."

“You just got divorced and trust me you do not want to feel like shit in the morning” I say to her and hold her hands, stopping her from unbuttoning my shirt.

“I already feel like shit" she says.

“Bianca you are drunk."

She wraps her hands around my shoulders, “I am drunk but I haven't lost my senses, I want this. Please make love to me.”

“We barely even know each other." I reply

"We are adults" she kissed me. I pick her up and let her wrap her legs around my waist. We are adults, but I feel like I am taking advantage of her. Even though my mind wants to turn her down,the guy in my pants is saying otherwise.

I carry her back to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. We get back to kissing. I slowly strip her out of her clothes. She has a beautiful body and perfectly soft skin. I kiss her while my hands are playing with her breasts. I kiss her from her jawline to her neck and then to her breasts. I suck on them with both my hands cupping them.

I kiss her from her breasts going downwards until my head is between her legs. I place my hand on her belly, pinning her down and I go down on her. Her moans are making me hard. Her moans are making me do more of what I am doing to her.

Quickly but slowly,I enter her. Damn! She is so warm. I place her legs on my shoulders and slowly thrust in and out of her. I can not believe I was turning down all this. Her warmth is to die for.

She asks to go on top. Now this, I love. A woman who isn't afraid to be in charge. She goes on top and slowly starts moving her hips. I swear I am marrying this woman. I place my hand on her waist and she rides me. We make love almost the whole night- I love her sex appetite.

BIANCA'S POV

I slowly open my eyes and I am in a room I don't recognize. I am naked. I sit up and cover my eyes with my plans as images of the previous night invade my mind.

I slept with him and it was amazing. I lay back on the bed facing the ceiling and the only thing on my mind is how deep his strokes were.

I get out of bed and wear the shirt I pick up on the floor. I go to the bathroom to wash my face, after washing I stared at myself in the mirror as I speak to the air “ I did something terrible. I slept with a stranger but damn, his strokes, his tongue game! Am I a bad person for enjoying it? I mean I just got divorced. I didn't even get to see his face properly,fuck!” I bury my face in my palms. That is not like me. I have not been one to explore, I've only known Diego all my life.

The shower curtain opens. There is a tub, not a shower, he is in the tub.