02

A week since I started my job hunt and seven companies down, all I had to show for it were rejection emails and a stack of coffee cups. It was beginning to become frustrating because their reason for not accepting me was the fact that I have been to prison.

“Urgh!” I banged my head on the table as I just finished reading yet another rejection email and it said basically the same thing as the others but in different words.

Life had been rather difficult for me since I had moved out of Fred's place on a whim and dropped an impromptu arrival at my beloved best-friend's place. Serena had been rather welcoming despite the surprise etched on her face, I figured the broken look on my face had told her everything without me having to speak.

Serena has been by my side, encouraging me to keep pushing and I did. I was grateful to her because she has been nothing but my support since my messy divorce with Fred. She had connected me with a lawyer who was willing to prepare the divorce papers and process them, even going as far as handling the expenses it came with. She had never liked Fred and it was to say that her hatred had greatly intensified after hearing about his actions.

I owed her a lot and that was why I needed to find myself a job as fast as possible so I'd be less of a burden to her. I knew she definitely wasn't thinking of it like that and was more than happy to have me around, but the idea of being so dependent on someone, down to my feeding, was adding to my depression.

A ding from the laptop had my head raising to stare at the screen. I had received mail from the company I had applied to two days ago after a night of intensive research on their services and mode of operation. They seemed pretty high caliber and I wondered just how well phrased their rejection would be.

I anxiously clicked on the mail icon, almost afraid to read it. I could hear my heart hammering in my chest as I read what the mail had to say and after minutes of reading, I let out a shocked scream. My door banged open in a matter of seconds and Serena came rushing into my room with a half-cut onion in her hands, looking alarmed.

“What happened, Kei?” 

I pointed at the screen and lowered herself to get a better look at the screen and minutes later let out a scream just like I had. 

“Oh my goodness, Kei… you got scheduled for an interview. Oh my God, that's good news… we should celebrate.” She squeezed me tight as she squealed while I just screamed into her chest.

Finally, things were working in my favor. I was beyond excited and happy. I didn't expect a company like SDC to actually look past my past and actually schedule me for an interview. The letter claimed I had been selected for an interview and I was expected to be at the venue at 8:00am on the dot the next day. 

I sighed, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion. I had been staring at a bright screen for several hours a day in the past few days, my eyes were beginning to itch.

“Kei, we should go out. This is the perfect chance to go out and let loose. You're finally out of a shitty marriage and you've got an interview scheduled with one of the top companies… you should celebrate.” Serena smacked my shoulder with a wide smile on her lips, grimacing the moment she remembered the onion in her hand.

I gawked at her with wide eyes, almost overwhelmed by how excited she was. Knowing Serena, her idea of celebrating would involve a club and a lot of crazy things which I wasn't sure I was ready for. I wouldn't say it out loud but I couldn't remember the last time I actually had a good time. It was always staying at home and acting like the perfect wife when I was with Fred, I wasn't sure I still remembered how to have fun.

“I don't know about that, Serene. I have an interview early tomorrow and I need to conduct more research and prepare myself for my interview and still get some sleep.” I rubbed my temple in exhaustion, immediately remembering that I didn't have appropriate clothing for the interview.

“We can still do that after a little letting loose, Kei. You're about to reset your life, of course we need to celebrate that. I have tons of sexy outfits that you can choose from and the perfect place in mind. You should get ready, I'll do your hair and makeup… I'll make sure you look like a snack tonight.” She squealed before shaking me to ensure I was following.

Serena was right, a little partying wouldn't hurt. I had a lot of pent up anger and regret that I was certain a little alcohol would fix. Fred's betrayal still haunted me and letting him go deserved to be celebrated. I was going to celebrate the beginning of his downfall.

Turning to Serena, I let out a resigned smile because she had successfully bought me over. “Fine, let's go.”

****

Standing in front of the exotic club that Serena had suggested, I tugged on the hem of my red gown anxiously, wondering if this was a good idea. I was dressed in a red mid-thigh net gown that hugged my figure and black heeled sandals. My hair was in luscious waves that cascaded down my back, my lips were painted burgundy and my face had minimal makeup that matched my skin tone. The smokey eye makeup made my blue eyes pop. Serena had really outdone herself because I could barely recognise myself by the time I had looked in the mirror.

Tightening my grip on my black purse I gently followed behind Serena who was walking towards the door. The mild sway of my hips as I walked had eyes turning. I approached the bouncer and flashed him a rehearsed seductive smile and he gestured me in with a slight tilt of his head.

Loud music greeted me, along with the strong smell of alcohol. Thick clouds of smoke hovered in the air, creating a foggy atmosphere. People were scattered around the dimly lit room either dancing or having a drink. The place looked quite exquisite and impressive.

“Let's go have a drink.” I nodded at my lovely friend, ignoring how loud she made herself. I couldn't barely hear my own thoughts through the loud music so I didn't blame her for being loud.

I followed her to the bar and a young bartender greeted us. He had multiple piercings and a charming smile which he showcased when he turned to us.

“What can I get you two lovely ladies?” His rough voice came.

“Uh, we'll have the strongest drink in the house please.” Serena's sultry tone came and I could tell from the way he was ogling her that there was a little chemistry brewing.

“On it.” He winked at my friend who gently bit her lips and I laughed in amazement. Was it really that easy to flirt?

“You seem surprised.” Serena's mischievous smile had me laughing.

“You just had an entire conversation with that hottie without even saying a word. Did the rules of flirting change while I was away?” I smacked my lips and sighed.

“Actually, nothing has changed. You just need a ton of drinks and a nice lay because for the past five years, you've been living like a nun. Plus, you've been married for so long, my friend. Let loose.” She hollered.

“Here you go.” He served our shots.

I grabbed my glass and downed it, relishing the burn as the liquid swept down my throat. I dropped my glass and said, “more please.”

A few shots later and I was dancing on the dancefloor, swaying my hips to the music while trapped in a drunken haze. The music echoed in my head and all I felt was the incessant need to forget my past even if it was for one night.

Serena had disappeared an hour ago with the cute bartender and I had no doubts that she had opted for a quick round, leaving me to myself. I would have cared but I was so carried away by the entrancing loud beats. I was far too lost in the beauty of letting loose.

The unshakable feeling of someone watching me had me looking up to find a young man seated on a chair by the bar, staring at me with a glass in his hands. I gently licked my lips, lowering myself to the floor, rolling my body to the music. I dragged my finger down my face, gently running my fingers through my hair. The awareness of his eyes following my every move, fueled the urge to further tease him.

I twisted my hips, gently shaking my head and grinding against the air. I looked up and the mysterious stalker wasn't there. I scanned the surroundings, moving my hips while running my hands ran down my body, thoughtlessly vibing to the beats of the song till I felt a cold pair of hands on me, that had me stilling. I gasped and turned but a hand caught my arm and pulled me closer.

“Looking for me, niña?” The hairs on my skin stood, unprepared for the voice that greeted my ears.

A very masculine yet delicious scent of chocolate and sandalwood wafted through my nose, a chill jolted down my spine by how possessive the hold on me was. I slowly looked up to find the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes that I have ever seen, staring into mine with a darkened gaze. It was him. My eyes lit up with mischief.

I bit on my lip, fueled by the alcohol kicking in my system to keep dancing. I moved my body against him and I couldn't deny that the way his gaze traveled down my body was doing things to me. His black curls rested on his shoulder, and I wished I could make out what he looked like but the dim lights and my hazy vision wasn't making that possible.

He turned me so my back was resting against me and gently dragged his fingers down to rest on my waist while I rocked against the stranger that held me to him. His smell was divine and so was his build. He was tall and dressed in a black dress shirt that had a few buttons undone, tucked into black pants. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearm and his aura screamed authority.

“I've been watching you for a while, niña… you really do know how to own the dancefloor. I must say that I was impressed.” His husky tone sent shivers running down my spine, his lips feathered my skin as the tip of his nose trailed down my neck.

I gasped, startled by his sudden words. I made to move but his grip on my waist tightened. He pulled me impossibly closer to him and my body jerked when I felt something poke my butt.

“Look what you've done to me, hermosa niña…” his deep voice reverberated on my skin and my eyes instinctively closed at the intense jolts of pleasure that ran through my body.

“It's not my fault, you should learn to keep your hands to yourself.” I slurred.

He hummed against my skin and turned me to face him, his intense eyes pinned me to the spot. His desire was obvious and while my heart was beating in excitement, my eyes were glinting with mischief.

I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so much adrenaline coursing through my veins, a fervent desire that was ignited by mere minutes of being around this man.

“What would you say to ditching this place, hm?” His minty breaths fanned my face as he pulled me closer.

His fervent gaze coupled with the alcohol in my system had me staring at the stranger with dim eyes that oozed mischief. I shouldn't be contemplating leaving with a stranger but the promises in his eyes had me reconsidering just how rational I was.

I hadn't been physically intimate with anyone in years and though I wanted to blame my rapid response to his touch on that, I knew deep down that somehow I was attracted to this handsome stranger. His dark hazel eyes and foxy smile was enough to sell me away.

Casting a glance over my shoulder in an attempt to spot Serena, I decided to give in to him when I noticed she still wasn't back. I could always apologize to her later for ditching her. Besides, she'd probably want this for me. I have been too stuck up over the years so a little one night stand would never hurt.

“Yeah, let's go.”

His lips curled upwards and it had me shuddering. I almost felt I had just sold myself to the devil by the way he gently let go of me and stretched out his hand for me to take. He smelled of whisky and brandy but that even added to his allure. My body was obeying him before I could even think.

I placed my hand in his, marveled by how rough yet soft his palm was. His hold on my hand was soft as he gently led out the sea of people. I followed him blindly till he got past the bar and began leading me down a blue lit hallway.

He led up a flight of stairs and I kept following till we had arrived in front of a big black door. He fished out a key card from his pocket and gently swiped it. A click resonated and he returned the key to his pocket before turning to me to gesture me in.

I took slow steps into the room, barely seeing anything because my vision was blurry and my steps were faltering. I heard the door click and my heart thudded. I could still hear the music from downstairs and it only added to making the atmosphere more intoxicated and intense.

I gasped, almost startled when I felt his arms gently wrap around my waist and tug me closer to him. His bulge grazed my butt as I wiggled against him, almost moaning by the sensation the feeling of his erection against me was bringing me.

I rubbed my thighs together, taking a deep breath when I felt his fingers slither down my body, feeling every curve and dent. His touch was intentional, he didn't just want me to see his lust, he wanted me to feel it too. Everything about the way his hands skimmed my body and his lips trailed down my neck was making my body catch fire.

His lips were soft and gentle, mildly nipping on the skin of my neck as he gently licked me. His breaths were hot and fast, the tip of his nose gently grazing my skin the lower his head traveled. I let out a breathy moan, letting my purse fall to the floor.

I raised my hands and hooked it behind his neck, traveling my fingers to graze his hair. My actions took him unawares but I felt him growl against my skin as he sucked on my collar bone. I felt him twitch against me and it made my knees go weak. My arousal was fast growing, the need to have him taste me the way he pleased, increasing as well.

I heard the sound of a zipper and cold air hit my exposed back. He began planting kisses along the width of my back, ensuring to lick and nip along my shoulder bone. I let out a breathless gasp as he slowly stripped me out of the material, my exposed chest getting kissed by cold air.

He turned me to face him and my hooded eyes peered into his. He looked like an animal on edge as his eyes glazed down my breasts. They weren't that big but they were perky.

“Fuck… shit, you're beautiful.” He muttered underneath his breaths before taking my lips in his.

His kiss was fierce and spoke volumes of his desire. His tongue danced along mine as we fought a long battle for dominance. His fingers felt my cheek, tilting my head even more for increased access to my mouth. 

His fingers feathered past my jaw till his grip was around my neck. I gasped and he took it as an opportunity to further invade my mouth, our tongues entangled in a feisty dance as he tasted every inch of my mouth.

My fingers moved on their own till they found his buttons and gently began undoing them. I dragged his shirt down his chest while we moved closer to the bed. He pulled away to breathe, leaving me breathless with swollen lips.

“Fuck.” His hooded eyes skimmed down my red lips and he reattached his lips with mine, this time with an intensity that oozed so much heat that I feared I would burn from how hot he was.

My hands skimmed his chest, feeling every dent and ridge. He was built, I could tell from the defined muscles on his chest. I grazed his nipple and he shuddered, his breathless gasp sent goosebumps infiltrating my skin.

His fingers dragged down my gown till dey pooled at my feet, leaving me before him in nothing by my red lace panties. I heard him nutter a curse word before dragging his hand down my body to take my left breast in his palm.

I shivered, enjoying the feeling his hotness brought me. I was growing hotter by the second. I closed my eyes, loving how his fingers kneaded my breasts with a balanced mixture of gentility and roughness.

“You're so fucking beautiful.” He whispered against my skin.

He tipped me over and I bounced on the bed. My hair sprawled all over my face, some strands getting trapped between my parted lips. I heard his belt buckle and gently swept my hair away from my face, resting my weight on my elbows that dug into the soft mattress. I saw him towering over me with his belt buckle loose and his zip undone.

He carefully slipped out of his black pants and I watched him intently with my teeth pressed on my bottom lip. He stood before me in his black briefs and my eyes traveled down his chiseled body to rest on the bulge that twitched.

He gently lowered himself on the bed till he was looming over me and I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him close enough to catch his lips. I wasn't as rough as he was, my kiss was slow yet powerful. He growled against my lips and I giggled.

He pulled away and began trailing kisses past my jaw and down my neck, sucking and tasting my skin as he went. I helped when his mouth wrapped around my nipple and my body shook. My hands darted to his hair, tugging on it as he suckled on it, gently grazing his teeth on my skin while he massaged them.

I tipped my head back in pleasure while he assaulted my right breast while kneading the left. Fuck, how was he so good? Even Fred has never touched me like this. This young man was gently acquainting himself with my body like it was a job he only existed for.

His mouth left my breasts and I felt him travel down the valley of my breaths till his breaths fanned the band on my panties. My eyes snapped open the moment I heard a rip resonate.

“You wouldn't be needing this.” He smirked at my stunned expression before gently lifting my left leg on his shoulder.

He began trailing kisses and bites up my skin and my moans increased. His hot breaths fanned my inner thigh and I yelped. He took my right leg and placed it on his right shoulder. My eyes burned on him fervently, anticipating his next move, while I dripped.

My eyes widened when I noticed his mischievous smirk, I arched my back when I felt his fingers rub circles on my clit in such a manner that had me writhing on the bed. My gasp echoed the moment I felt his intrusive fingers traveled up my depths. 

“So warm… so wet.” He hummed.

I screamed at how his wicked fingers moved inside me, curling in my depths. My legs shook and head rolled to the back of my head at how good it felt. I could feel myself approaching pleasure's unholy gate but my building anticipation stopped the moment he withdrew his fingers.

My shocked eyes fell on him, wondering why he stopped but the amusement in his eyes had me staring at him in confusion. He shook his head at me, “you'll come, love… it just won't be on my fingers.”

My thoughts were set on fire by how serious that promise was. The mere thought of what he had in store for me had me attempting to clench my thighs shut but with him wedged in-between my legs, it was next to impossible. 

 He gently withdrew his fingers and I blushed at how my wetness coated his fingers. Red crawled up my neck when I watched him bring his fingers to my lips, “taste yourself, cariño.” His voice was subtle, the husky edge compelled me to obey.

I gently wrapped my lips around his fingers with darkened eyes, sucking on them with eyes fixed on him. I watched his lips part and his eyes turn a dangerous obsidian. He leaned down and caught my lips, driving me insane with how skilled he was.

“Fuck, you're so fucking sexy. You taste divine.” He kissed me yet again before pulling away, “I really can't wait anymore.”

I watched him drop my legs and stand on the bed, “take it off.” 

I eyed his briefs and slowly pulled myself to my knees, obliging his order. His hard cock sprang free and he stepped out of his briefs. My mouth dropped in amazement, he was huge. Long and thick with angry veins that pulsated.

“Good girl.” He said before pushing me down on the bed and seizing my legs to place them on his shoulders yet again.

He moved closer to me, looming over me with a searching gaze and when he found nothing to make him stop, he lined himself at my entrance, making me suck in a breath. I wondered if he'd ever fit. I thought Fred was big but after seeing what this man has to offer, I stood corrected… Fred was nowhere near huge.

“If it hurts, just tell me and I'll stop.” His eyes searched mine, burning with sincerity.

I nodded at him, urging him to go on and immediately sucked in a breath, digging my fingers into the skin of his back as he slowly pushed into me. I heard him shudder, feeling the goosebumps erupted on his skin.

I cried out at the discomfort but he kissed me to ease the mild pain. I wasn't a virgin but given my long abstinence from sex, the pain was bound to be natural. His hips rocked as he withdrew from me and thrusted deep into me, making me cry out yet again.

“Fuck, so fucking tight.” He buried his head in the crook of my neck as he thrusted into me yet again.

I tipped my head back, feeling the pleasure overtake the pain. I moaned with my eyes closed, holding onto him like my life depended on it. My head was spinning, overwhelmed by the intense jolts of pure pleasure.

His pace changed, his rhythm turning harder. He was slamming into me fervently, his grip on my waist tightening. 

“Yes… ah, right there.” I was rendered a moaning mess by his expertise.

“You like that?” 

“Fuck yes… I fucking love it.” It was a breathless mutter as my eyes rolled further into the back of my head.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned and it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard.

He kept thrusting into me over and over again till all I could do was cling to him and moan at his mercy. Sweat sprouted on my skin, glistening underneath the red light. Fred has never made me feel this good.

I felt like legs quake and my moans grew breathless, my body arched and my hair stuck to my face. A scream tore through my throat as my orgasm took a harsh hold of me.

He smiled at me and kissed my shoulder, his pace never relenting. My body shook, overwhelmed by his strength. He took my orgasm to a whole new length, over sweat mixed and our voices mingled. He was nowhere near orgasming and I knew I was probably going to be spent before he would.

“You'll be needing a wheelchair by the time I'm done with you.” He growled.

I fisted the sheets, my glossy eyes barely able to remain open as I screamed out loud, lying at his mercy. He wasn't going to stop and I was wishing he never would.