Chapter 3

SARAYA'S POV:

"I'm a businessman," He began, "I can tell just by watching closely. Look, let me show you," He moved closer beside me till our faces were almost touching. "See that Lady over there with a hat that looks like the shape of a monkey's butt?" He lowered his voice

"Yeah?" I snickered.

"She's the ex-wife of Raphael Alou, the infamous Opera Vocalist. Over there is Mr. Richard Wallenstein, he took over his father's business years ago and is doing well. And as you can see," He extended a hand outwardly "Everybody is either standing next to someone or talking to someone. In short, everybody knows somebody here. Except for you." He turned his face to me.

I felt his gaze burning deep into my skin, I turned too. "How can you presume so?" I asked in an almost whisper.

"I can tell from the look in your eyes. You look...alone. Why should a beautiful woman like yourself be all alone at a party?" He brushed some strands of hair away from my face.

I cupped his chin with my hand and asked "Why can't I?"

He moved back a little. "Since you're here alone I can instinctively say that you only know the host, which is why you're here, obviously." He smirked, the corner of his lips twitching, betraying his act of 'modesty' of not wanting to smile in pride of his sheer wittiness.

"Careful now, hun." I purred, "knowing too much can be very ... Dangerous."

Two men walked up to us stealing his attention away from me. I took advantage of the distraction and brought out my lipstick from the little purse I carried along. I wrote out my number and name on a piece of serviette I had taken off a waiter's tray, I carefully slid it into his pocket and walked away.

ARLAN'S POV:

I sat on the desk of my office staring out the large tinted window at nothing. My mind was occupied with the images of Saraya's face and the feel of her hand against mine at the party.

I closed his eyes and took a breath in, trying to remember her scent. "Ugh, If it hadn't been for the untimely, unpleasant distraction, I would've gotten more than just her name." I told myself.

"Fuck it." I cussed under my breath.

I picked up my phone from beside me and searched for her on the various social platforms I could think of, under a fake account. But I found nothing.

Frustrated by my futile efforts, I storm out of the office and head home.

Later that evening, I stepped into the VIP section of the club hoping to clear off my head from thinking about a woman I knew so little of yet taunted me so.

I have been with different women of class in the past, charming them was seamless and I grew confident. All I had to do was flash my signature heart melting smile and say the right words.

All the while being the gentleman that I am and it works. Every freaking time - except with Saraya. She is different. It's like she knew my cards. Other women would've been easily flattered by my actions and soft talking but she intrigues me.

The thought of the many chances I would have seized to have at least gotten her number before she disappeared like smoke on a raining day lingered all day in my head. I had hoped to find some sort of peace at home but I was wrong -- The calm and quietness made it much worse.

I took a seat by the bar and ordered a drink. "Your finest, something strong."

"Here you go." The waiter gave me my order.

My eyes wandered through the crowd of people dancing away in the dancefloor of the dimly lit wide space seeking for a distraction --an entertainment, nodding my head to the loud music booming. My eyes fell on the sultry swaying of hips of a feminine silhouette dancing and twirling in rhythmic flow to the beat of the music vibrating through the speakers.

I honestly can't tell if it is the alcohol but I can swear I'd just seen her as the faint glow from the neon light flashed past the silhouette.

I gulped down the content of my glass in a hurry and made my way towards the figure.

"It was her," I chuckled. I approached her and stopped few inches away from her. "it really was her again." I assured myself that I wasn't hallucinating.

She was dancing alone, her body moved in different directions with each thump of the bass. "Why is she always alone?

She twirled slowly, unifying herself in sync with the music. I took few strides and stopped right in front of her making sure she saw me. I was going to say something but she placed a finger on my lips. She slowly turned around in rhythmic motion till I was now standing behind her, close enough to feel the energy radiating through her body.

She took my hands and placed them on her waist. I pulled her closer to me till our bodies magnetic together in a firm gentle force. I caught a smile tugging at the sides of her lips as she leaned into me. Her ass positioned against my groin. She moved her hips in slow sensuous circles, teasing me. She arched her back a bit brushing my jaw with her hair - it had the sweet smell of peaches.

She took my hands again and gilded them up her body till I felt the curves of her breasts. She rested my hands on them, rocking her hips on mine still.

I tightened my hold a bit, soft pressure, in response to the tantalizing feel of her D-sized orange shaped breasts. My hands fitted in them perfectly. My cock started to throb and rise in agreeable response to her body language. My breath quickened and deepened.

She raised her hands up and balanced them on the back of my neck, pulling me lightly as she tilted her neck to one side. I complied with soft kisses on the bare of her neck. She uttered something inaudible and accompanied her words with a soft moan.

I guided down one hand through the curves of her body, leaving the other still on her breast, and wrapped my hand around her waist locking her in and teased the side of neck further with my lips. Brushing, kissing and nibbling.

As it started to get intense,I released my hold around her waist and slid down my hand, penetrating slowly, eagerly into the small space along the waistline of her jean shorts. Thanks to the dim lights, I was carrying out my atrocities care free. My cock was already hard as Iron. All I could think about was how warm and tight she'll feel inside - if she gives me the chance to.

A hand stopped me, it was hers. I had barely made it to the low soft hairs of her pussy.

"Come home with me" I whispered lovingly into her ear.

I caught her smiling again or maybe it was a smirk this time,I wasn't sure but she gave me no response.

I groaned, "Do you know the torment you're putting me through, saraya? Are you aware of just how much you make me yearn for the softness of your body against mine? " I whispered again.

"I never knew you're into young girl?" She rolled her tongue.

"All I see is a beautiful young woman and not a girl." I replied.