CHAPTER 3

“I’m sorry.” Aria apologized and for some reason, she began to cry. She bursted into tears suddenly and the man stared at her shocked, wondering what sort of girl she was.

He examined the blubbering girl from head to toe. Vomit crusts stained the sides of her mouth.

She had on a blue shirt and jeans. He found it a bit improper that he was blatantly staring at how the blue shirt clung to her body, highlighting the generousness of her breasts and how the jeans hugged her figure tightly, her curves gorgeously displayed.

He was ashamed of himself for admiring the drunk, sobbing girl with vomit stains on her mouth, but she still manifested a great deal of attractiveness even in that state.

He wondered what must’ve made her decide to get drunk to this extent. His anger calmed down at that moment, she might be going through a lot and caused her irresponsible behavior.

He sighed. He made her cry. How would he make her stop? What exactly would be say to the drunk, sad girl?

“It’s okay. Do you need a ride home?” He questioned and Aria stopped sobbing in that instant, sniffling and wiping her tears.

She gave the man in front of her another stare. He had dropped the harsh tone from earlier and had asked her in so much concern. Apart from the enigmatic tattoo that peeped from under the sleeve of his shirt— snakes with flame clouds all over them, nothing else seemed dangerous about him.

He didn’t look menacing. Although, it’s a bad decision to get into the car of a strange man you meet at the club, especially if you’d want to consider the fact that you had just puked on this strange man’s car. But fuck it, she had already made so many bad decisions and a ride home wouldn’t hurt.

“Sure. Thank you.” She said, but then her eyes landed on the dirt she had made in the car.

“What about— what about the…” Her cheeks tinged in mortification and she didn’t know how to exactly articulate her words, so she simply pointed at the disaster.

"Can I get something to wipe it off with?" she asked with a flush of embarrassment.

“You shouldn't bother. I’ll wipe it off. Give me a moment.” He said and walked around to the trunk of the vehicle, opened it and took out a rag. He then walked over to the driver’s window and Aria stepped away to give him room. He began to wipe off her content off the window, and God did it stink.

After a few minutes, he was done and he threw the rag away. He then turned to face her, she had so much remorse on her face it was pitiable.

“Alright, get in.” He said to her and opened the driver’s door while she staggered to the other side and enters into the front passenger side. They eyes met and a pang of excitement washed through them, Aria especially.

Truly leather seats, it was very comfortable and felt good against her bottom. He started the ignition and began to drive out of the parking lot, her eyes met with his hand stirring the wheels and saw a watch on his wrist— a Michael Kors golden watch, this man was loaded!

“So where is your home?” He questioned as they headed out.

“Not too far, just down Collin’s Avenue. House 4.” She answered and he nodded.

“That’s way off my route, but I’d drop you home.” Off course, his gigantuan mansion would be nowhere near the dump of a neighborhood she lived in.

“Thank you.”

He turned to face her and nodded. He decided that she might need some fresh air, considering her state. He pressed down the button and the windows began to wine down. She appreciated it immediately, leaning her head on the frame and staring out into the night.

Now that her attention was focused on something else, and if at all she would throw up, it would be outside and not on his seats, he took the time to actually examine her. He let his eyes roam over her facial features, sneaking peeks of her occasionally as he multi–tasked, paying attention to her and paying attention to the road.

Her sleek ebony–black hair shone and dazzled. It was long and wavy, and she had it in a pulled–back ponytail, which made it easier for him to focus on how beautiful her face looked.

He couldn't help but fully admire how irresistible her lips were. Plump, pink and full, enticing and captivating and he found himself thinking of all the things he could do to those lips, all the things he could make those lips do, and all the sounds that those lips could make.

And then she did something with them, she drew her bottom lip in slowly and fuck, the things that that singular action did to him couldn’t be expressed in words. He added it to the list of things he was sure he liked the most in this world, alongside the way her shirt dibbed low enough to show a fair amount of her cleavage, a sight that he has now registered into his memory.

He sighed, forcing himself to pull his gaze away from her and focus on the traffic stop in front of him. He drew open a compartment on his dash and took a cigarette stick. A lighter was in one of the cup–holders and he utilized it, lighting up the cigarette. He needed another smoke.

He thought of asking if she was fine with it but kept mute, besides, the windows were open. She shouldn’t have a problem.

He placed the cigarette between his lips and drew in, letting his gaze drift back to the damsel beside him. She had a seatbelt on now, and he didn’t know if she was purposely trying to mess with him by strapping it in such a way that it laid between both her breasts, tightening the fabric against the bountiful molds of flesh and now he could see the outline of her nipples peeking. She wasn’t in a bra. The discovery made streaked down to his groin and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

His adjustment alerted Aria and she looked away from the window and her eyes met with his, she flashed him a small smile. He didn’t know what to do, so he nodded in response.

The green–light showed and he had to look away from her, but the only green that mattered to Aria were the orbs he had in his eyes, she had no problem looking into them for the rest of her life. She would never get tired.

Her gaze travelled down from his eyes down to the gentle stubble that grew underneath his chin and around his jaw, her hands itched in need; she wanted nothing more than to run them over the beard. His black tousled hair was groomed, glossier and complimented those green eyes perfectly.

She enjoyed the way the fabric of shirt clung to his body and showed every turn, curve and dent of his biceps and pecs she would want trail her fingers over, lay on them, rest against them. Aria heard him clear his throat and she was startled, she had just caught her staring at him and mortification stung again.

And then she did that thing again, a habit she had formed over the years that she unconsciously does when she’s nervous; drawing her bottom lip in.

He exhaled raspily at that, she doesn’t know how much that singular action messes with him. And honestly, he can’t hold it in any more. He wanted her, he was sure of that. He pulled over by the side of the road and began to unbuckle his seatbelts.

“Wha— What are you—” She never got to complete that statement before his lips caught hers in a captivating kiss that overwhelmed all her senses and ignited a fire she never knew was within her.

She wanted to pull out, but it was like a gravitational pull had her in place and damn, did his lips taste good, feel good and how she wanted so much more. So she gave in, she welcomed his lips and kissed back. He appreciated her response, deeming it as a go ahead to take things further. He parted her lips with his tongue and pushed it into her mouth, finding hers. She breathed out the most graceful moan he had ever heard at the collision and she opened her mouth further, making more room for him.

Her hands found her seatbelt and she unbuckled it, now giving her the liberty to lean further to him and he was grateful for that, because now she was close enough for him to slide his hand around her waist. Fuck, how much he enjoyed the soft texture of those lips, how much he loved kissing them, and they felt so good locked in his, like it was where they were specially made to be slotted in. And to Aria, it was the most mind-blowing kiss she had ever had, awakening all the nerves in her body and every fiber of her being calling for more. So much more.

He pulled away finally, the intensity and vigor of the kiss leaving them with heavy breaths and heaving chests. They stared deep into each other’s eyes, she into his aquamarine eyes and he into her blue–gray eyes, almost glassy and translucent.

He wanted just more than a kiss, and she felt the exact same way. He could read the desire in her eyes, it lived up to it’s transparent appeal, see–through enough to see every thought in her heart.

“I’ll drive us to a hotel.”

She had never agreed to anything as quickly as she did to that.