Chapter 3: In the Stranger's Car

"Give a hand for Paige! Wow, that was a hot kiss!" the host exclaimed.

The crowd cheered as the white envelope containing ten thousand dollars was handed to me. I quickly made my way to the exit door and looked for the restroom. Luckily, I found it immediately and went inside.

I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. Damn it. What just happened? I just kissed a random guy for money. I already have the money but what the fuck is this feeling?

I feel like something is missing and I don't know what it is. Another thing that's bothering my mind is what I'm feeling.

I touched my lips and thought about Dominic, my boyfriend. If my boyfriend's kiss couldn't get me to feel this thing, why did that of a stranger get me so much tension building inside me?

One thing is for sure. I know this is wrong and I still did it for my mom. And it will never happen again. He's just a stranger. I'm sure it's not a big deal for him. I just hope we never cross paths again.

I went out of the restroom and almost jumped in surprise when someone grabbed my arm. I lifted my gaze to see the stranger I kissed, panting heavily! What the fuck is he doing here?

"Did you just follow me?" I asked.

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

"If it's about the kiss, I'm sorry. It was just a dare. Let's pretend what happened never happened," I said, withdrawing my arm. I walked past him, but in an instant, he quickly pulled me back and leaned me against the wall.

He kissed me passionately, and there I felt the tension building inside me again. I should protest and leave, but I just found myself getting lost in his kisses.

"You kissed me for the damn money. I won't let you be the only one to get what you want, woman," he whispered between our kisses.

"Please... I have to go," I said.

"Then why didn't you stop me? I know you also enjoyed the kiss," he said.

I wanted to deny it, but I felt so guilty because he's right. I enjoyed the kiss. We continued kissing, and I began to feel his hand wandering under my dress.

Damn it, Paige, stop him!

He reluctantly stopped kissing me, and I heard him curse. "Fuck. Let's do this inside my car," he said and pulled my hand.

I know what's gonna happen, and I know I needed to stop him and go home. I already have my money, but here I am, letting myself be carried away by the pull of a man I don't even know the name of.

We got into the back of his car. I'm not drunk because I only had a glass of champagne, but I'm at a point where I have no control over myself.

One thing is for sure, I want him. I want the thing he wants to happen.

I initiated to unbuckle his pants, and I saw him smirk. I swallowed hard when I saw how aroused he already was.

He helped me remove his pants as well as his boxers. I quickly removed my clothes until we both had no fabric on our bodies.

I saw him fix his gaze on my medium-sized breasts. I felt my nipples tingle and felt the need for him to start touching me.

"Your... your breasts look delectable," he said and leaned to suck my nipples. His other hand started massaging my other breast, and I couldn't help but moan.

I already feel so wet down there, and I want him to touch me. I couldn't wait any longer and took one of his hands off my breast and guided it to my womanhood.

He chuckled, and I felt my cheeks warm. "You're so wet. I knew you also wanted this," he said."Shut up and do your thing!" I hissed, and he chuckled.

He started massaging my clit, and it built more tension between us. I moaned non-stop with every movement he made.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed every sucking and touching he's doing, and I suddenly felt his manhood inserted inside me. It annoyed me because there wasn't even a warning!

"Fuck!" I squealed.

"Damn, you're tight," he said and started thrusting.

His car was rocking intensely with every move we made. The sex is intense, and I enjoy every second of it. I thought maybe there were passersby who could see what was happening in his car, but I didn't care anymore.

All I want now is to reach my climax and leave this fucking place and go home.

I felt his thrusts becoming faster and more intense, which made me moan in pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" I moaned, and with a few more thrusts, I finally felt it bursting inside me.

After it was over, he leaned against my chest, and we were both panting heavily. I realized it's already over, and I pushed him slightly to get up. I picked up all my clothes and quickly put them on. I need to leave.

"Hey, wanna come to my condo?" he asked.

I looked at him and immediately shook my head. "No. You know what? This is crazy. I don't know what I'm doing. Please pretend this didn't happen, and I hope we never see each other again," I said and quickly got out of his car.

I could still hear him calling out to me and apologizing, but I didn't look back at him again. I am so fucking stupid.

I walked quickly to the sidewalk and hailed a taxi to get home. As I arrived at the house, I felt a sense of curiosity when one of the housekeepers at Evans Mansion greeted me from afar, even before I reached the door.

 "M-Miss Paige, please enter through the back door," she suggested, bowing her head. It felt really suspicious. What's going on and why don't they want me to pass through the front door?

 "Huh? Why?" I asked, furrowing my brows. 

 "W-well, Miss Paige. It's because--" 

 "Never mind. I'll find it out myself. Good evening," I said, cutting her off and gently pushed her aside so I could finally get to the door. Curiosity is killing me right now and I can't hold it back anymore. The lights inside the house were off, but I didn't wonder why. 

 I checked the time on my phone screen. It's already around 2 AM. I'm sure everyone in the house is asleep by now, including Dad and Victoria, my stepmother. I was even more puzzled because there didn't seem to be anything unusual today, but why didn't the maid let me through earlier? 

I got the answer that I was looking for when the scene that greeted me when I turned on the light in the living room was far from the peaceful night I had envisioned. My hands tremble and my heart pounds like a sledgehammer against my chest. I stand rooted to the spot, my eyes wide with disbelief.