Pumpkin

(DON'S POV)

As I looked into Accalia's eyes, her words hung between us and it was heavy with desperation and desire. It was clear that she was really in a predicament, probably a very big and deep one but what struck me most was how intensely drunk she appeared to be. The alcohol had blurred the edges of her world and it left her vulnerable and adrift. Anything could happen to her if she mingled in the crowd or stepped outside anyone. I took a good look at her, she looked fragile like she would break at the slightest touch. She looked nothing more than twenty, she was wearing nothing but a yellow dress that fell below her knees and showed off her beautiful legs.

Her hair golden hair fell freely around her shoulders in waves and her little makeup perfectly blended with her pale skin making her appear like an angel, as if God had made up some sort of beauty serum for her. She was a beauty, truly, and there was something intoxicating about her beauty even if I felt my mind begin to wander when she opened her mouth and spoke.

“I’ll do anything at all..." She said looking at me intently and my breath hitched slightly."Just... marry me." She added looking down and biting her bottom lip. I watched her eyes flicker away from mine and her body tense. "Please... I don't care what you want in return… just give me this chance... Please, I need this."

An unfathomable and sudden surge of protective instinct welled up within me. I found myself not being able to just stand by and watch her unravel further in the midst of this chaotic nightclub. It was time to act. If i decide to let her go and ignore her pleas, she would just go ahead to meet someone else and that definitely would not end well for her.

Excusing myself from my associates and business partners, who annoyingly all exchanged knowing looks and teasing winks, I chose to ignore them and I stood up from my chair. The loud music still played in the background as I approached Accalia. She swayed slightly, her gaze were clouded with drunkenness and I quickly offered her my strong and steady hand.

"Come with me." I said softly even though my voice had carryed an underlying authority.

She hesitated for a bit, she seemed to be skeptical and her eyes searched mine for reassurance. Finding something there that gave her a glimmer of trust, she placed her tiny and delicate hand in mine, allowing me to lead her out of the noisy club.

We moved through the night, the cool air outside a strong contrast to the heat and chaos of the club inside, where everyone was dancing and mostly intoxicated. I guided her to my car, a sleek black vehicle that exuded luxury and power. Gently, I helped her into the passenger seat, her unsteady legs made the task more challenging than I had anticipated.

The drive to the nearest hotel was a blur of city lights and quiet contemplation. Accalia's presence beside me was a reminder of the unexpected turn my night had taken. Maybe this had been the reason whyi had been feeling so restless all day? I wasn't so sure but the universe knows that getting proposed to today was not on my agenda neither was it ever in my To-do list to get proposed to at the club.

Upon reaching the luxurious hotel, I quickly checked her into a room, taking care of the details as she swayed in the doorway. The receptionist all seemed to give me a knowing look but they said nothing. It seemed that a rich man bringing a drunken girl to the hotel was not a new thing to them. The moment she entered the room, she stumbled forward and I barely had enough time to react before she vomited all over me.

It was a messy affair but I remained surprisingly composed. Even though maintaining control was my specialty, I knew that on a very normal day, I would have thrown her out of the room in anger, Hell! I wouldn't even have bothered to bring her all the way from the club just because of her safety. I managed to clean her up, taking care not to show any signs of discomfort or displeasure.

With her now cleaned but still in a state of drunken disarray, I quiety drew a bath for her. The warm water filled the room with steam as I helped her into the bathtub. The fragrant bubbles enveloped her, and I couldn't help but notice the way her drenched clothes clung to her curves, the allure of her vulnerability undeniable. I gently took off her clothes, I tried my very best to avoid staring at her body but I failed miserably.

In my experience women like her were easy to manipulate; they had no will of their own, and were completely incapable of resisting a powerful man's attention like my own. My Father often said that these women were like overly ripened fruit, placed beneath my fingertips, ready for me to rip from the stem. He said these women were so soft that you could cut them right off with just your fingers if you wished to do so.

When she was done and I had helped her out of the bathtub, I took a moment to rid myself of my own soiled clothes. The hot water rained over me, washing away the remnants of her vomit from my body. I couldn't deny the thoughts that crossed my mind, the temptation that lingered beneath the surface.

My desire to fuck her was so intense that it burned through every nerve ending, leaving me unable to think or concentrate on anything else. This woman, this stranger, made my blood run hot and my head ache at an almost painful frequency. She drove me up a wall, and it was hard to stop the rush of lust that swept through me when she was in my presence.

This was a dangerous situation, I stared at her naked form, soaking wet, the smell of sex heavy in the air. I could feel myself trembling as I tried to fight off the sudden urge to touch her. It was almost too much, and yet at the same time, she was the one that wanted to play with fire after all.

As I emerged from the bath, a towel wrapped around my waist, I found Accalia in a state of drowsy drunkenness, resting against the edge of the bathtub. Her eyes met mine, still hazy from the alcohol but there was a spark of awareness there, a glimmer of something more.

I helped her out of the bath, my hands gentle yet firm. As I guided her to the bed, her eyes searched mine once more, there was a question hidden within their depths.

"Are you really up to the challenge?" I asked as I laid her on the bed and my body hovered over hers. My voice was low and filled with a warning that she might not fully understand in her drunken state. "I'm not one to be toyed with, pumpkin."