Hot Bachelor

"You can kiss me if you want," he said. His breath was fragrant mixed with the smell of alcohol. I've never smelled someone's mouth before who has the nicest smell until this guy. Even with my ex-boyfriend. 

"You're a stranger. Why would I kiss you?” I said and put a hand on his chiselled chest. He's tall as fuck and his body was built in perfection. 

He chuckled. His hand slid down from my waist to my hip and it crawled to my butt. I suppressed the gasp from coming out of my lips. 

"You're too pretty to be in this place, beautiful," he said in a low voice but it was loud enough for me to hear. Perhaps, I was just too focused on him that I couldn't even hear the background music. 

"No one cares," I replied, lips twitching into a sly smirk. My hands travelled up and I wrapped my arms around his neck as we danced slowly into the unstopping music. His hand gradually went back to its right place on my body. He smiled back and danced along with me. 

"What's your name?" he asked after a while. 

“Can I stay anonymous for today's video?” she joked, remembering the meme she had seen on social media.

"What?"

I playfully rolled my eyes as I grinned. "No, nothing."

I brought myself even closer to him. I don't know why but I suddenly felt hot. It's probably because of how crowded this place is. 

"So...?"

"My name is Lexel."

"Lexel," he uttered my name. I always hate this name but I don't want to let him know my real name either. 

Actually, my first name was actually Lexel when I was young, mommy and daddy just changed it for reasons I don't know. My sister said that it was changed because I have been very sick before. But I'm not sure. It must be one of the cultures they have adopted.

I don't even know the connection between my sickness and the sudden change of my name.

"You? What's your name?" I asked him. 

In response, the corner of his lips lifted. "Rajiv."

"Are you an Arab?" I don't know why I'm laughing.

To my surprise, Rajiv nodded his head. "Yeah."

My eyes widened and my lips parted. "What? "Isn't it?"

He smiled, almost as if he was proud to say it. "My grandmother is an Arab."

I was even more surprised."Shut up, dude!"

He nodded his head once again. "Really. I'm an American. One fourth of my blood is an Arab."

"Wow... you're so handsome," I couldn't stop muttering. 

I meant it. He is really very handsome. His eyebrows are thick, his voice is piercing, his lips are also beautiful, his jawline is very attractive, besides, I don't see any pimples on his face. This one seems to be poreless. What a perfect face.

"I know, right?"

We both laughed at his response.

After a while we went quiet. The music changed and it became a slow, romantic music. The other dancing partners went to the side and just drank. While you have partners it's a game game. 

Rajiv didn't let me leave so I had no choice but to come along. As we danced, we never stopped chatting. My chest was pressed against his as we talked into each other's ears. 

"You single?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "No, not anymore."

He inhaled and his face came closer to my neck. I shivered when I felt his hot breath fanning on my skin as he said under his breath, "I'm taking you home then."

And that's what really happened. After having my approval, we went out of the said club and headed to his car. When we were there, he immediately grabbed my lips. I'm not an expert when it comes to kissing but I'm also not ignorant about it. After all, I had a boyfriend that lasted for years. 

Rajiv lips left mine as it travelled down to my jaw. I moaned softly and looked up to give him more access. His kiss went down my neck. I felt his tongue swirling on my earlobe while his hands were roaming around my body. I, on the other hand, perished on his graceful shoulders. I was straddling him all the while making out. 

I moved on top of him and felt his weapon under his pants. I know what will happen next and I'm anticipating it to happen. 

If James thinks he can cheat on me while I can't, then he better think twice. He is not the only one who knows how to find joy in other people. 

But no, he's not the reason why I'm letting this happen. Because first and foremost, I wanted it. I wanted Rajiv. 

It's not everyday you would find a man whose face is like a God and wants to take you home by himself. 

It's not everyday I would let my inhibitions free. It's not everyday people would find me beautiful. And it's not everyday I could see a man who wants to own me for a night. 

I heard Rajiv swear under his breath as I kept on rubbing our nether regions. His hand landed on my chest and he gently massaged it. I groaned and bit my lower lip. He pinched my nipple under my dress that was covering between our skins. I immediately let go of biting my lip. My lips parted. 

It's hot. I feel so hot in my body now. I could also feel my clit pulsating in need. My skin was prickling and my head was filled with nothing but lust. 

I held his face through my shaking hands and initiated the kiss this time. He kissed me back with the same ferocity. There was a rush in each of our kisses to each other. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. 

But we can't do it here. 

I pulled away from him. I took a deep breath to catch my breath. Rajiv did the same. His hand stopped massaging my chest and it crawled on both of my waists. 

"Let's continue it in my house," he said hoarsely. His eyes were full of desire and excitement. 

I nodded and bit my lower lip. I got down from sitting in front of him. He helped me fix my dress and waited until I buckled my seatbelt before he started the engine and drove off. 

The house he was talking about was not far away. When we got there, we entered his quiet house together. Apparently, he lives alone in this house. Well, it's no wonder. He's a bachelor after all. 

I have not been able to follow what happened next. The last thing I remember is that as soon as we entered his house, he leaned me against the back of the door and kissed me until my clothes were removed from my body one by one. 

Rajiv then picked me up and rushed us towards his bedroom. That's the last thing I remember clearly. The next events are vague in my head. 

The next morning, I woke up feeling distraught. My whole body aches, especially between my legs. The room was clean, yet no one was here. I am alone without any trace of a person being here before I woke up. 

Tears welled up when I noticed that I was naked. I immediately wiped the tears that fell from my cheeks. 

I was lost in my inhibitions, my lust and my impulsive personality. And it was too late for me to regret it. 

I can't blame anyone but myself. 

I looked around and saw my clothes neatly folded on the bedside table. I took it and put it on. I also saw a paper there so I immediately read it. 

Didn't know you were a virgin, sorry for being rough ;)

— R.

My face got hot. I immediately crumpled it up and hurriedly left the building. 

No regrets, Hassan. No regrets. No regrets. 

I just hope I can stand by what I said. I don't want to regret it. One of the things I hate the most is to regret it in the end. 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes tightly as I cursed myself.  

Life is too short for me to regret everything that I did impulsively. Nothing will change no matter what I do, even if I cry blood right now.

No matter what I do, I cannot change the fact that I lost my virginity to some random stranger I met in the bar…