CHAPTER THREE

“W-What are you doing here?” She scoffed, yanking her arm from his grip. “Here to laugh at my misery?” She hiccuped, the alcohol already taking a toll on her.

“Laugh?” He chuckled lightly. “Why would I laugh at you?”

He sat down on the stool next to hers, resting his chin on his hand as he placed it on the counter.

“I'm just wondering, what brings a beautiful woman like you to a joint like this?”

Luna threw her head back and downed the tequila shot as soon as the bartender poured some into her glass, letting out a small gasp as the liquid burned her throat. She turned to the man and gazed at him through blurry eyes.

“Just trying to forget,” she slurred as the words ran out together.

“Forget what?” He asked, his deep voice low and soothing.

Luna shrugged, her shoulders barely moving. “Everything…what you did.”

The man raised a brow as he jerked his head up. “What did I do?”

Luna's eyes narrowed, her vision still blurry. “You know exactly what I'm talking about,” she spat out.

His expression changed, his eyes filling with a mix of concern and confusion.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” he said, his deep voice gentle. “But you look like you've had a tough night. Can I get you another drink?” Luna's gaze wavered, her mind foggy. Why did he seem so kind?

Luna nodded, she intended on drinking until the memory of what she'd seen that night faded. The man signalled the bartender, who brought two shots of tequila.

As the night wore on, they both drank and chatted. Their words became increasingly slurred and disjointed as their bodies succumbed to the effects of the alcohol.

The man leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You know….I think we're both running from something”. Luna's eyes locked onto his, her gaze unfocused.

“Yeah I'm running...”

The man nodded sympathetically. “I'm running from my work…. it's sucking the life out of me.” They sat in silence for a moment, only the sound of clinking glasses and muted laughter could be heard in the background.

Then Luna spoke up, breaking the silence between them. “You…you look like him”, she stammered as she narrowed her eyes and took in his features.

“Oh, who's that?” He asked, a hint of amusement on his face.

“My husband...or should I say my soon-to-be-ex-husband…he's a jerk,” she said, her voice faltering.

“But you're not him…. you're different…you're slimmer,” she added as her gaze lingered on his face, struggling to reconcile the similarities.

The man's expression changed, his eyes softening. “I see,” he said, his voice low. “Well…I'm not him. I think we've had enough alcohol for one night. Why don't I drop you off at your home?”

She shook her head, she couldn't go back to that excuse of a home. It felt more like a house. “N-No, I can't go back there….at least not tonight.”

He nodded understandingly. “Okay, how about I take you to my hotel instead? It's nearby, you can get some rest, and we can grab breakfast in the morning?”

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Okay…thanks”.

He smiled and helped her off the stool, supporting her as she swayed slightly. After paying for both their drinks, he guided her to his car.

“By the way, what's your name?” He asked as he started the engine, shifting into ‘Drive’.

She glanced at him, her eyes slightly unfocused, “ L-Luna,” she stammered.

He smiled warmly at her, “It's nice to meet you, Luna. Let's get you out of here.”

Once they reached the hotel, he guided her to the elevator, his arm around her waist. Luna didn't protest as she felt a sense of safety with this stranger.

As they entered the hotel room, Luna's legs wobbled beneath her. He caught her, his arms wrapping around her. Their eyes met and just for a moment, they stared at each other. Luna was lost in his grey eyes; the same as her husband's. But his didn't hold any coldness, his eyes had this soft, gentle quality that drew you in–they made her feel safe.

Without thinking she leaned in closer, her eyes burning with desire as she kissed him. Shocked at first, his eyes widened but when his taste buds quickly got filled with the fragrance of the alcohol in Luna's mouth, he lost control.

He deepened the kiss, pulling her close as the alcohol and emotions of the night swirled around them, leaving them lost in the moment.

The kiss ignited something inside the both of them, something they'd never felt before and it was ready to be unleashed. Luna's hands moved on their own and unbuttoned his shirt. Following her lead, he found his way to her back and unzipped her dress.

Soon, their naked bodies found their way to the bed. His lips left hers as he trailed kisses downwards, leaving wet trails along the way. His lips continued to kiss her up to her neck and found their way to her soft spot as he suckled on her collarbone.

Luna let out a soft moan as she felt the moistness in between her legs. She should have been thinking of her husband but her thoughts were blurred as she felt his warmth and his gentle touch. His hand cupped her left breast and she gasped for air as he squeezed it.

When she felt his free hand gently caress her folds, she let out another moan. George had never touched her like that and here she was; about to be consumed by the inferno that this stranger had just ignited.

“Oh God,” she whispered as she felt his tongue lick her core and a few moments later, she reached her first climax. His arousal didn't stop, she felt like she was being punished.

She arched her back, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he positioned his manhood around her entrance.

“I’m going in,” he said as he glanced at her. As soon as she agreed, he slid his hand under the bed and retrieved a thin layer of protection.

She caught him as he wore it–a necessary safeguard as he proclaimed. His friend had left it behind during a visit, and he tucked it away, never thinking it would come in handy.

Luna gave a small nod in affirmation and as soon as it got fitted, he penetrated. Her eyes widened, and she let out a small scream, her body tensing up. He paused, sensing something was wrong, and looked at her with concern.

“Luna, are you…?” He started to ask, his voice trailing off as he realised the truth. She nodded slightly, her face scrunched up in pain.

“Oh Jesus, Luna, I'm so sorry. I didn't know,” he whispered, his voice filled with regret.

He remained still, giving her time to adjust. “Do you want me to stop? We can stop if you want.” He looked at her with a gentle expression.

Luna took a deep breath, her body still tense and she shook her head. “ It's okay…just..go slow.” There was no turning back now, her mind was completely clouded.

He nodded understandingly and began to move slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust to his length. When he sensed she was already moving, his thrust became faster.

He kept pounding on her, his movement becoming more intense as he reached his climax. A few minutes later, they were both panting from the excitement.

Giving her one last deep kiss, he removed his erection from her and lay down next to her with a playful expression on his face.

“I…I didn't even get your name,” A short of breath Luna whispered, her eyes already surrendering to the night. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, “Well Luna, you can call me….,” he whispered, his voice fading into darkness as Luna was already asleep. Her chest rose and fell with slow breaths of exhaustion and contentment as his name got lost in the silence.