Chapter 4

'You did what? ' Christian scrunched up his face when one of his close friends and co-worker shrieked.

'Could you at least lower your voice Sean. ' Said Christian.

'After what you just said, god no! I want to know what exactly happened. ' Sean crossed his legs and leaned on the leather chair opposite Christian. The two were in Christian's office, chatting away during lunch break. Christian had mentioned having sex the previous night with a stranger at the pack.

'You like gossip...' Chuckled Christian. His friend pinned a playful glare on him, tapping his palms on his thigh as he waited for the man to talk.

Christian sighed, knowing that his friend wouldn't give up. "I was at the pack, routinely like I always am after dinner. While I was just chilling enjoying the cool breeze, I spotted a young woman from a far. " He paused, remembering how her gut wrenching sobs had brought out a part of him he thought he had buried for years.

"She was a crying mess men, I am telling you whatever had happened to her almost killed her. ' Christian couldn't forget the way she had stretched her scarf on the bench. He could make out her stare under the moon light, there had been no light in her swollen red eyes. He still felt deep down that the young woman would have committed suicide had he not been there.

"So I just did what any normal human being with pity would have done. "

"Except that you're not normal and that you don't show any emotions. ' Sean chimed in.

"There was something about seeing her that way Sean. I am telling you I couldn't have walked away. It was just like magnet to steel, her pain pulled me in. " He dropped the pen that had been between his fingers on his working oaken desk.

"So how did you two end up fucking at the pack? " Sean could see that his friend's mind was elsewhere. He was distracted and it was so unlike him to get carried away by his thoughts especially at work.

Christian swallowed saliva before continuing the conversation. " I couldn't help it, Sean I had no idea how to calm her down. So I offered the one thing that I knew for a fact would help her at that moment. " Christian shrugged.

"I thought she would slap me and call me a pervert. I thought that she would threaten calling the police. " Her heart face image illuminated by the moonlight flashed before his eyes. His eyes had never seen such beauty given her swollen eyes, dry trails of tears and red nose.

'I'm guessing she didn't mind. '

"She stripped there and then, her pink bodycon dress pooled down at her feet faster than I could blink. " His tongue snaked down along his bottom lip as her slender body invaded his mind yet again.

He had swallowed saliva painfully when the girl stood in front of him in nothing, raising a challenging brow at him. He could see that she had underlying fear but was trying to mask it. Christian's manhood had hardened, demanding to be released. Her hourglass figure had messed up with his sanity at that moment. She wore no bra, leaving her medium sized breasts out for him to admire.

Christian never took his time to look at the women he fucked. He usually went for models in big fancy clubs but there he was, going against every single principle because of a stranger.

"fuck me. "

Isabelle whisper had snapped him out of the trance her luscious body had subjected him into. He had loosened his belt, opened his zipper and freed his hard member. "Hey man, that bad huh? "

Sean was waving a hand in front of his face. " You seemed lost for a while. "

Sean snapped him out of his perverted memory of a girl he would never see again. "She bent over on the bench and uum, we fucked. "

Christian pushed his chair backwards and stood, heading to his mini fridge in his personal room that was adjoined to the office. He had spare clothes, a bathroom and a king size bed in there. It was necessary especially when he worked late and didn't feel like going to his condo.

'Seriously man! are you going to leave me hanging? ' Sean threw his hands in the air.

'Do you want me to spell the word sex for you to understand or...? " Christian placed his hand on the door knob to the adjoining room.

"We just got to the juicy part. " Sean shrugged, observing his friend closely. Christian just waved him off and disappeared into the room, locking the door. Sean didn't move from the chair, he rubbed his thumb and index finger on his chin. Christian never withheld information about his sexual escapades. He couldn't shake off the feeling that it had been more than sex for his friend.

He finally left the office but not before glancing at the closed door. He hoped his friend would man up and admit that he had broken every single rule about him sleeping with damsel at distress. Sean knew Christian like the back of his hand. He could tell that he was battling with the events that had transpired. With a single shake of his head, he left the office for his own, determined to dig it out of Christian.

Christian poured himself a glass of The Dalmore Constellation  1964 scotch. He chugged the expensive liquid in one gulp. He merely blinked as it burned his throat, he placed the glass on the cabinet. His thoughts drifted yet again to the girl, he cussed himself for not asking her name. He had no idea about where she lived, he didn't get her phone number either.

"Damn it!" He swore plopping on the bed. Christian never contacted his one night stands. He just fucked at the hotel and left without looking back. He found it hard however to get rid of his night nurse angelic face and attractive figure. He could still her wetness and tightness squeezing his cock. His hands could still feel her smooth hips as he pounded into her.

'Fuck! ' He poured himself another glass of scotch, his other hand running atop of his slicked hair.

Christian's manhood hardened, his hands itching to feel her skin yet again. He whispered to himself after sipping the burning liquid, eyes fixed on the wall.

I will find you, even if I have to turn the entire fucking city upside down.