CHAPTER 4

Aleen's POV::

My body is still shaking uncontrollably from the earth shattering orgasm when we hear footsteps coming towards the room. Stephane pulls out of me quickly, and when I look back, he is pulling up his pants. His dark eyes and expressions switches back to normal. I feel our combined fluids run down my thighs and I know I can't make it before whoever is coming to this room makes it here. We hear voices, unfamiliar voices along with the approaching footsteps. It is probably one of the guests who happens to be lost.

I reach down and pull my shorts up. I pull my rippled dress up to cover my breasts. My hair is a mess and my face is flushed deeply. It is not something I can explain away.

"That was incredible." Stephane breaths down my neck. The heat travels down my spine, up to my still dripping pussy and I clench my thighs together. My mouth is dry and I need to sit down because my leg is still shaking.

"I have to go back." I say, still panicking even when the voice and footsteps divert elsewhere. Whoever it was has moved on to another room.

"Aleen." Stephane calls to me, his dark eyes warning but I ignore him and rush out the door. I almost collide into the stranger in the hallway. I don't even bother looking at her face as I mutter apologies and continue down the hallway.

Finally, I locate the restroom and I rush in, a breath of relief escaping me. I shut the door and sit down on the thankfully clean toilet seat. I pee and clean myself up. My heart has not stopped beating wildly like a festive drum. Oh god. I can't believe what just happened! I swear, I lost my damn mind! What was I thinking!

But that was the point. I wasn't thinking! I needed him so badly and I went ahead and took him. Let him take me. He made me submit without even asking of it from me. My thighs shake and I can't keep my thoughts straight. The sex was incredible though. Just like I imagined it would be. Filthy and hot. He was so huge inside me. Fuck. Am I reminiscing about all that right now?

I have to get back to the party downstairs. My mother would have noticed my absence by now. She tried to make me to be one of the bridesmaids for the small intimate wedding but I refused. Because it was Stephane's close friend getting married. I wasn't interested in all that.

Fuck. It dawns on me. I just really fucked my stepfather. I seduced him till he gave in. Oh damn. This is bad. Really bad. He tried to warn me. But I was too horny. I couldn't listen.

"Aleen!" I jerk my head up when I hear the loud voice down the hallway. It is my best friend. Charlie. I had almost forgotten about her. Forgotten that I brought her to this wedding as a distraction from my attraction to my stepfather. She left me alone and was flirting with some guest and I ended up in Stephane's arms.

"I am here!" I yell back from the toilet seat, unwilling to move or just simply unable to. My body is still flooded with the aftereffects of what I was just doing with my stepfather a moment ago.

"Where!" She yells back, this time from directly outside the restroom. I roll my eyes and don't bother replying. I hear the door push open and Charlie walks in, I open the door to the stall I am in and she glares at me.

"You! I have been looking everywhere for you! What the hell are you doing here and why do you look like that?" Charlie points at my face. Okay. It is very obvious that I just got myself fucked to oblivion. That is no good. I have to do something about it. And fast.

"Like what?" I try to deflect but it is useless. Charlie is hardly distracted once she sets her mind on something. She narrows her eyes at me as I get off the toilet seat, pulling my shorts along with me.

"Who is it?" She asks, though her eyes are narrowed at me, her mouth quirks up with a mischievous smile. She follows me around to the mirror as I wash my hands and do my best to keep the permanent blush to a minimum.

"What are you talking about? I have no idea what you are asking me right now." I take my time to wash my face, splashing the cold water directly on my skin.

Charlie squeals excitedly when she sees my smile. It is stupid. But I can't keep it off my face. If she knows who it is, I doubt she would be able to remain excited.

"You naughty girl! So you finally don't have anything against hot wedding sex? I told you it was all the rave nowadays! It is so fun!" Charlie is breathing down my neck at this point. I glance at the other empty stalls and pray that there is really no one in them.

"Tell me right now. Who was it?" Charlie demands. She grabs my shoulders and shakes me loose. I start laughing even though I really shouldn't. She wouldn't believe me when I tell her.

"Oh my God! You are killing me. Can you just share already? Who was it? He obviously gave it to you good if you can't keep that blush off your face yet. Your face literally screams, 'I just had sex,' right now." Charlie teases me. I turn to the mirror. She is right. I look like I just had my world rocked. How do I go back to that party downstairs?

My mother would take one glance at me and be suspicious. But even her wildest suspicions wouldn't hit right.

"Stephane." I whisper.

Charlie looks at me like I had lost my mind. Maybe I have. That would be the best explanation.

"Surely not. Tell me you are joking right now?" Charlie asks, her mouth is open. For Charlie to be shocked, then I have really gone too far.

"I wish." I say, looking into the mirror to watch my sensuous reflection stare back at me. There is no guilt yet. Just craziness. Absolute madness. What was I thinking!

"Oh my God. You finally did it." Charlie gasps.