IRIS'S POV:
“I need at least five more glasses pleasee.” I dragged out with a weak smile on my face and what anyone would describe as tipsy but I knew I wasn't. I adjusted myself on the stool I was seated on, taking the last drop of tequila in the shot glass.
At this point, I want a whole bottle.
After leaving the hotel embracing the looks of pity and amusement on the people's faces, and the flashing of camera's from guests devices, I hailed a taxi and requested to be driven to the best bar paparazzi free bar in the entire city and the driver duly obliged, looking at me with an emotion I couldn't read nor cared enough to through the rearview mirror.
I was now seated in a cozy bar, after tipping the driver handsomely, which seemed so private and secluded as I wanted, but yet luxurious and aesthetically pleasing. An artist was singing and a group of others were playing a soft song, singing from her heart an heartbreak song almost made me break down crying yet again.
But I was surrounded with various types of alcohol, so I was good.
“Here you go.” The bartender served me more and I clapped my hands together in delight and took two glasses in a second and smiled at the bitter taste.
While I was busy with my glass and taking in my surroundings, a man walked towards my direction and I was uncertain if it was the alcohol kicking in, or whatever it was. But I was stuck and I refused to keep my eyes off him.
He was drop dead gorgeous for a man, he had black hair let out making him look like a model, and his eyes which were staring right into mine and burning into my soul, was the color green, adding to his beautiful facial features. His dazzling bright shirt had off about three buttons down displaying some of his chest regions and his black pants to match. He seemed like he was here on a mission.
What could the mission possibly be?
He took a seat on the stool next to me and he and the bartender shared a smile, “The regular?” And he nodded, and I took in a whiff of his strong cologne.
I shook my head and took the last three shots, which was followed by the deep voice of the handsome man which came with the popular accent people who lived in the neighboring states had, “You might want to slow there, sweetheart?”
That sexy accent….I had forgotten how horny alcohol made me.
“You have such a sexy voice, you know that?” I slurred and a chuckle escaped his pink lips which looked so soft, I just wanted to taste to know for sure.
“I have heard that.” He responded, clearly amused with green eyes burning through my soul.
“Sure, you have. Plus you look so handsome, you have to be a model, like appearing on magazine covers or something.” I continued and took my eyes away from him, and directed it to the bartender asking for more.
“Don't you think you've had enough?” He moved closer to me and I shook my head ‘No’ smiling like a kid and resting my chin against my hand and looking at him.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” He was sitting a stool away from me, so I placed my hand on his thigh which led him to tense up but the amused smile on his face never disappeared.
“You know I don't think you have one but then again, you're too handsome not to have one.” I babbled on and caressed his thigh enjoying the smooth feeling of the material of his pants.
“Oh, really? What about you, Sweetheart? Do you have a boyfriend?” He questioned and goosebumps ran through my body as he called me ‘Sweetheart’.
“Not anymore…I just got dumped and you want to know why?” I giggled after he nodded in affirmation.
“Come closer and I will tell you.” I whispered and he moved closer to me, so we were facing each other, our lips were so close but I moved to the right and whispered seductively in his ears holding onto his face with my warm hands, “He told me, ‘I'm horrible in bed.’ Would you love to give me some lessons and see if he's right?”
I pulled away afterwards and he gave me an overlook, tucking his bottom lip and humming. But I continued running my hand on his thigh, forgetting who I was, where I was, and all that happened today.
It seemed like all that mattered was him and his sexy body. From the bulge in his pants and how he kept staring at me and my cleavage in the summer, I knew what his answer would be.
“I would love to give you some lessons. I do love tasting new delicious things and preparing…is a chef kiss.” He smirked and I smiled in delight, paying for my drink and rising to my feet. He paid for his and held my hand, and I knew it had to be the alcohol because as soon as I took his hand in mine, I felt like a shock…or a spark.
As we left, I heard the bartender say, “Have a good night.” Which led me to think this was definitely the man next to me, routine.
So he was a male prostitute? A gigolo…how much would he be charging? I just shook off the thought and alcohol had clearly clouded my reasoning.
IRIS'S POV:The bar also had various rooms on the top floors like a hotel, so he requested a room and led us into the elevator. The second the elevator closed, I attached my lips unto his and we kissed passionately, like we had been dying for it.His lips were definitely as soft as I imagined. The elevator doors opened, and he carried me up being that he was a tall, muscular man and I wrapped my legs around his torso, still kissing each other hungrily.He broke the kiss apart to open the doors while I kept leaving hickies on his neck, and he groaned in pleasure. As soon as we arrived into the room, he threw me on the bed making me take in the rosy scent of the room and I bit my lip seductively and hungrily, looking at him as he slowly took off his clothes like a male stripper. I also mirrored his actions and did the same and I was amazed seeing him standing before me in all his glory looking as handsome as the man women only dreamed about.He had to be getting paid for this.. He cam
3RD POV:THAT MORNING:“Beep…Beep…Beep.”Jonathan groaned, waking up to the sound of his phone buzzing repeatedly, he stretched his hand with his eyes shut closed and used his hand to search for the girl he had made love to and connected with physically and sexully the entire night but after a second, he felt her absence making him open his eyes widely and look around the room.“W….I didn't even get her name! Sweetheart!“ He muttered to himself then called out the nickname he had accorded to her, rising to his feet, searching for her in the bathroom and he turned around noticing her clothes which were littered on the floor were now gone.He scrunched up his face, and walked towards the bed stand noticing a stack of money with his phone next to it.“Did…Did she just leave me here? With some cash?” Anger rushed through his veins and he picked up the stack of money and in rage, threw it on the floor.He grabbed the landline,and dialed the number of the receptionist on the ground floor, p
3RD POV:TWO MONTHS LATER.After Iris's one night stand and being dumped publicly and humiliated, by noon, she had already purchased a ticket going back to her home in Kemela, and she broke down into tears as soon as she saw her parents at the airport waiting for her with opened arms stretched out to embrace her and welcome their only child back.They had been her comfort and support system as she dealt with the heartbreak and they had been doing everything to cheer her up and she had been dealing with it perfectly. They were good even the bad days but for the past week, she had been feeling strange.“Girl, I brought everything you might need.” Her best friend since they were kids, Mariana, arrived at home early this morning as requested by Iris.“Why did you bring this?” Iris questioned in irritation and fear, seeing a pregnancy test amongst other things like chocolate and stomach medicines.“Baby girl, you described to me in full detail how that gigolo had sex with you like you two
JONATHAN'S POV:A WEEK AFTER:“Everyone is so useless!” I snapped at the head of my security team, Roger, who repeated to me the same thing they had all been saying for the past two months.There was no sight of Iris.He apologized with his head down and all I did was dismiss him, leaning by the rim of the balcony of my parent's luxurious mansion, and looking at the sun slowly set with the most random thought crossing my mind.Isn't the sun tired of constantly rising and setting?The thought crossed my mind maybe because I knew how tired of showing up everyday I had been since the night with my goddess. After seeing the embarrassment and pain she had been through prior to our meeting, I just wanted to hold in my arms and adore her, then afterwards, teach her a lesson for leaving me that hell of a money assuming me for gigolo. I found it even more attractive, she had no idea I was among the top five chefs in the entire country of the Republic of Simia and the son of the most wealthy a
IRIS'S POV:“IRIS LUCIA FLETCHER!”I heard my mother call me from the staircase by my full name, and footsteps approaching after. It was currently 11 a.m on a Saturday and my mother had sent about three maids to come get me but I just laid on my bed under the duvet, with the curtains still closed and just pictured various events since I had decided to KEEP THE BABY after Mariana had gone to the hospital to ensure that I was truly pregnant and to get doctor's approval.I pictured my baby's first steps, first time I was going to get called ‘mama’, I imagined how hard pushing out a child would be, especially after my Crazy friend, Mariana, had sent me a video of a woman pushing out twins, she had been out of state for the past two weeks, traveling to Simia, the country I had just came back from for a new case she was working on.Yeah…I know it's shocking that someone as unserious as my best friend was a Criminal defense lawyer.I watched the video in horror and disbelief, searching throu
IRIS POV:7 MONTHS LATER:The past few months have been exhausting and nerve-wrecking. My parents had played such a huge role in making sure I was alright, and my father could not stand the mid-night craving, so he got me a security guard who was not only to protect me but also meant to accept all calls I made to him even though it was in the middle of the night, and to run to any store to pick whatever snacks or food I crave.His name was Harry, and he always had a mean look on his face. My father told him it was to prepare him for when he had a pregnant wife which made us all cackle. He never complained or even looked tired, just said a few words such as ‘Are you feeling okay today, Miss?’ And ‘If you need anything else, Miss, don't hesitate to call.’ “You think he's cute?” Mariana inquired as we lay on my bed together, after she had just arrived back from work in a black tight-fitted skirt and a red button-down Versace shirt with her hair all curled up.After she was shot seven mo
IRIS POV:“I have a date tonight with Miguel at 7, so I will see you later. Don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up.” After a couple of dates with the doctor, she ditched him for no reason in particular. Few weeks ago, she met Miguel at the courthouse after successfully putting that rapist and murderer behind bars. And for now, things seemed to be going well with Miguel.I escorted her out and hugged her goodbye, and rather than returning back to my room, I entered into the nursery we had all taken our time to decorate in Green and Pink. I was tired of the clichés of blue and red, my kids were special blessings, so they deserved different.I smiled, reliving how my parent's faces had twisted up after I had just suggested about getting my own house in order to not stress them out but they dismissed me. And they could always go to the other half of the house, it was no problem for them at all. As they had said.I picked up one of the toys and held onto it with a smile then I fell
3RD POV:A WEEK LATER:It had been a week since Iris gave birth to her beautiful set of twins and she had stayed at the hospital longer, to just be monitored and healed after passing out immediately after due to exhaustion. She however had her two twins, a boy and a girl, in the same room as hers being that her hospital room was large and luxurious.Meanwhile, Jonathan was currently at his best friend Tristan's marriage ceremony to Veronica. He had been appointed as best man and about three of Veronica's friends who were her bridesmaid, all gushed at the sight of Jonathan looking as handsome as ever in black tuxedo, with his nicely trimmed beards and hair. He was oblivious to their crushing which made him seem even cooler in their eyes.Soft music was playing in the reception hall in the evening time. Tristan's family owned chains of hotels making them extremely wealthy, so all the elite, business tycoons, family, cousins all gathered to celebrate with him. The hall was adorned with g