One Night With Him

I was still feeling speechless because the kiss was unexpected and sudden.

On a second thought I wanted to push him away and break free from his grasp but I couldn't feel the courage or zeal to do so, as I felt defeated and vulnerable at this point.

My heart didn't stop pounding loudly in my chest, making me sweat in panic. I haven't done this before, nor have I kissed a man before. He's just stolen my innocence through this kiss and I wouldn't forgive him for this but what can I do? I should have known that something like this would happen in the end since I willingly entered a man's hotel room, so what then did I expect? 

I had several thoughts on how I was going to stop this to fight him off me but he was too strong. His grip on my hands above my head tightened and instead of me feeling the kiss, I was rather feeling pain. I couldn't breathe properly as I hoped and prayed I wouldn't die before he left me alone. 

When he finally pulled away from me, my lips felt sore and bruised as if they'd been pressed and screwed by a hammer.

 I tried catching my breath for air, as my heart hammered against my chest, and all I could do was to stare at him, stunned and regretful.

Micheal's expression was unreadable at this time as I tried to read what he was thinking from his expression.

He only made me feel worse because he wouldn't break his gaze away from me. I was lucky that he had released my hands from the air as I felt my limbed arms trying to pump back the blood that had stopped flowing. 

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand still tasting and feeling his taste on my lips.

Rage surged through me but within me I was embarrassed as I felt my dignity being crushed and taken for granted.

"Why the hell do you do that ?" I managed to say as I felt my throat tightened with the weight of my own words. My words came out like whispers because I was only trying to catch my breath after almost losing myself in that deep kiss.

He turned his gaze back towards me and watched me carefully like I was some amusing creature.

"Why do you sound upset with me?" He finally said, making me raise my eyes to look at him.

I was curious as to why he would suddenly start a conversation in this calmly manner, unlikely for him to do, especially since he's been behaving like a wounded animal upon my arrival. Now here he was , looking at me with the calmest eyes I have ever seen , and speaking to me like he really cared.

I wanted to lash out at him. To scream my lungs out at him for the mockery I had received from him since I entered his room.

Not that it was my intention, but I was forced because of my family predicament, but instead, he decided to rub all of it on my face like I was some whore or thief who had come to steal his assets. 

"This isn't why I came here".

The words flew out from my mouth before I could hold myself, as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. 

He raised an eyebrow to look towards my frame but I quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact.

I didn't want him to feel I wanted his pity or I was faking my behavior to get pitied. It was actually how I felt.

"Then tell me, why are you here, Wendy?" He asked, his tone serious and curious.

He leaned closer against my small frame breathing cool air on my cheeks, which made my hot tears feel cold and sticky.

"I thought you were here to seduce me?".

His words sent a wave of fresh embarrassment to me. Here I was thinking he was being reasonable and kind but it's like I thought wrong.

"No! I actually came here because I need your help".

I mouthed, trying to clear his reasoning of me being naked in his hotel room.

He suddenly pulled back on hearing my statement, this time, he wasn't smiling in a mockery way at me, but his eyes held an unreadable expression.

"You need my help?" He repeated my statement trying to understand where I was coming from.

"Yes I need your help" I concluded with a nod in affirmation as I swallowed hard trying to steady my breath.

"I know you're under the pressure from your father, but I can assure you that I can help you with that by being your pretend wife. That way, you won't have to deal with your father's plans for a forced arranged marriage".

For a moment, Micheal was calm as he tried processing all what I've just stated. Feeling unsure if he heard what I've just said right or not.

But I said what I said, it's just left for him to decide because I wasn't ready nor planning to repeat myself, since it's for both our benefits.

I could feel the room getting tense from the silence between us, but then I saw a smirk across his face as he let out a low chuckle.

"My father's plans are a little too complicated for you to understand".

His tone was serious , and even when I tried to protest, he took a step closer to me and before I knew it, I was grabbed by the arms and carried like I weighed nothing as he tossed me carefully on the bed.

The bed sank in from my weight as I struggled to adjust my body on it while my heart began racing in its crib.

"What are you going to do..." Before I could finish my sentence, he was already at my side roaming his dark dangerous eyes on my body hungrily.

He leaned forward, his face inches away from my lips.

I feared what he would do this time to me because I still haven't recovered from the kiss I received earlier.

"You think you can help me? You think I need your help other than this, right?".

My throat suddenly began to dry as I felt the words I was about to say disappear.

I was left speechless and voiceless, I was only able to look at him with pleading eyes and waited for what may come next.

His hand soon moved towards my thigh, inches higher than my imagination and a moan which I didn't know I was holding escaped from my mouth.

I closed my eyes as I anticipate the worst as I felt Micheal's hand move down to my waist, and began to caress me.

I tried to focus on what he was doing to me but no matter how I tried, I couldn't forget the fact of how my family had sent me over to a rich man's hotel room to have sex with him just to be able to clear off the family's debt.

The thought of everything alone made tears streamed down my eyes while Michael didn't stop from doing what he wanted with me.

Each stroke of pound I received from Micheal's mighty hardness made me swear against my family's betrayal within me.

Soon it was all over. I watched him stand up without a word, leaving me lying like I was a log of wood, numb, sore and bruised, both outside and inside of my body.

I could hear water running and splashing against the bathroom floor across from the bedroom where I laid, breathless and weak.

I pulled the covers beside me against my small frame as exhaustion overtook me, and before I knew it, I was soon snoring into sleep.