Her Reality

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 came also to me and we kissed and rather than just having sex like any other one night stand from strangers. He made me feel all types of things, whispering sweet nothings in my ears, ‘You're doing so good, sweetheart’, ‘you're so beautiful’ and talking me through the entire sexual intercourse.

We went on for hours and in fact though it seems crazy to state but I feared that we had made love that night in different positions and in different parts of the room. The bed, the floor, by the window…the shower. 

The last thing I remember before closing my eyes was, “Your ex-boyfriend definitely lied to you, you are amazing.”

And I smiled and closed my eyes in exhaustion and in bliss.

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THE NEXT MORNING:

I woke up the next morning with my hand banging and my entire body hurting, I blinked repeatedly trying to remember where I was. And like a movie, it all played in my head from the beginning of the day till the crazy night.

“O MY GOODNESS!” I exclaimed as embarrassment washed all over me seeing the man from last night sleeping handsomely next to me.

“I just slept with a gigolo….Oh What in the world?” I rose up from the bed, a little bit too fast making my head hurt and grabbed my phone seeing it was now 9:30 in the morning. 

“I need to leave before he wakes up.” I concluded to myself and carefully, grabbed my belongings, and wore my clothes and shoes but one thing left was my underwear.

I closed my eyes in shame seeing that my panties were by the headboard close to his head. He made a noise making me bend down in fear that he was up but he went back to sleep. I snuck carefully and decided to just leave my underwear. I left a huge stack of money by the bed stand for him as a payment for the hotel and for his wonderful service.

I wanted to leave a note but I couldn't risk it, so I tiptoed out carefully like a prostitute after looking at his handsome face last time noticing a tattoo of a name which I couldn't read from the place I stood by his side of his wrist and I quickly exited out the room.

Ready to heal and where else was better than home with family and friends? 

So I left the hotel, and headed back to the apartment building after stopping for coffee and wearing the glasses Melody had given to me as everywhere was just too bright, which I shared with Gabriel and right before I could head upstairs, the security stopped me.

“Mr Gabriel Thymes has given strict orders to not allow you into the building?” The security guard said and I scoffed in disbelief.

“I just need to grab my belongings.” I told him sincerely as my passport was all I needed and he nodded to another security guard who went and brought my suitcase and bag back. 

I shook my head, feeling my chest hurting and I muttered to myself, “I can't believe I was about to get married to such a jerk!”

As I took my suitcase, the weight of it seemed to anchor me in place. This was everything I had left of a life I thought I was building. The finality of it stung like a bee, but it was just the reality of it.