05– Needing more sunshine

THANE’S POV

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Her lips tasted sweet, and they fit perfectly between my own. They were soft and smooth under my mouth. And her pussy? The warmth and tightness was exquisite in a way I’ve never experienced.

I have never been this turned on by a woman, especially after sex.

She has been a random stranger I have met in the bathroom. After putting on so many fake smiles during my speech, I wanted to be alone. But then, someone was moaning my name in the most sultry way that immediately made my cock throb.

It turns out to be a sexy blonde in a red dress. It was just a glance, and at that moment, I wanted to know everything possible about her, not excluding how she tasted.

It's been a day after the masquerade party, and all I can think about is that blonde sunshine. I can hardly focus on work, because the reappearance of her full boobs, shaved pussy, round butt, and red lips is driving me crazy.

Fuck.

Was this how those women felt after spending a night with them and cutting contact?

I have always been a playboy. Have one-nights with any woman I ever want without any strings attached. Because it's better that way. Involving myself into committed relationships have never been my thing. A lot can possibly go wrong.

But miss sunshine leaves me wanting more. And it seems hopeless. Because I don't even know her name or have her contact. Worse, I have no idea of what she looks like.

“So, you are saying you need to find a girl but you don't even know what she looks like?” Steven breaks through my thoughts.

I look at him, and his expression is amused.

“Can you hear yourself?” He continues, fighting back a snicker.

“Damn well.” I reply with a monotone before shoving down my beer. “And I will.” I add with confidence.

“Well, I don't know how you will go about that, man.” Steve says. “There were a lot of blonde girls wearing red dresses at the masquerade ball.”

“But there was only one sunshine…” I reply under my breath.

Steve hears me anyway, causing him to give out a mockery laugh. “I wish you good luck on that.” He tells me, but a thought seem to cross his mind as his smile fades. “But, hey, man?”

I leveled my gaze upon him, slightly raising a brow. “What?”

“Toria.” He pauses. “What will you do about her?”

I drop my brows as I realise why my pal has turned more serious. I pour some more beer into my glass cup. “What about her?” I return back ironically.

Steve folds his arms. “Are you really asking me that?” He gasps slightly.

Almost immediately, the door bell rings. I pause with a frown, not expecting any visitor. Then I think again of the possibility of little sun returning. She has forgotten a bunch of keys anyway, and I have been trying to figure out how to return them back.

With that thought, I immediately stand up and walk up to the door, wishing badly for the visitor to be her.

However, as I pull the door open, someone else stands before me.

Her dark hair hangs loose down her shoulders, her cheeks stained with a slight flush of pink color. The outfit she wears does not leave much to the imagination. Her clothes clad against her curvy form, showing off the curves of her breasts, the shape of her hips, and her legs covered in black pantyhose.

My excitement fades. In a weird way, I have never been impressed by her.

Taking a deep breath, I dive my hands into my pockets. “You didn't tell me you were coming.”

She smiles broadly before stepping inside and wrapping her hands around my waist. “When have I ever did? You know how much I love surprises.” She giggles.

I reach for hands and pull her grip away. “Why are you here?”

The sounds of footsteps from behind make her raise her head. “You have a visitor, already?” She asks suspiciously before taking a look behind me. Her eyes catch the figure of Steve who is coming from the lounge area. “Oh, Steve! It's you.”

I turn slightly, and I do not miss the way Steve gives me a knowing look before waving at her. “Hi, Toria, great to see you.”

“Me too,” She nods at him with a wave. “I haven’t seen him in a week because of my trip.” Then she adds, throwing her smile at me. “So I plan to spend the weekend with him.”

My eyelids stretch at those words. “The weekend??” I frown, not preventing my tone from sounding irritated.

She begins to walk deeper within the spacious living room of the apartment. I can tell she has done that to avoid my question.

“That’s cool.” Steve responds with a shrug, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. A smile I wanted to wipe right off his face. “I should give you two the needed privacy then.”

“There is no need for that.” I give him a glare, and he smirks.

“Of course, there is, Cham.” He steps closer to me before placing a palm on my shoulder. “I hope you sort out your messed up love life as soon as possible.” He says with a whisper. “Bye, Toria!” Then he adds loudly, and she replies from the bedroom.

How did she get there so fast?

The door sounds, and I groan as Steve step out of it. He chuckles with mockery before stepping out, and the door closes after him.

I take a deep breath, and I remember Toria’s words. Impossible. There’s no way I’m letting her stay that long.

My thoughts are cut off with the approaching clattering sound of heels clicking against the floor. I pause. Rhe footsteps sound furious.

“What the hell?!” I hear Toria yell behind me.

I spin around towards the direction where she is standing. Her her whole body trembles slightly, and she has an angry yet hurt look on her face.

My brows raise at the sight of what's in her hands. It's a bra.

“This is not mine!” She yells again. “Have you been cheating on your fiancée, Thane?!”

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