Chapter 3

Arya Pov

I walked into a bar with my head bent every step away, a deadly glare staring down at me. I melted under their gaze. But I cared less about holding the rim of my clothes until I reached the counter. 

I saw the bartender, who looked at me with raised eyebrows and a questioning look like, What the hell are you doing here? But I cared less about any of them.

"Hey, I need a drink," I said amidst his eyes on me.

"Well, well, what a pleasant surprise! The maid at Jondam restaurant drinks." It came like a question, but I ignored him, with no response from me. He shifted backwards, bringing two drinks to the counter.

"Whiskey or vodka?" he asked. I raised my head but couldn't distinguish which as I placed my hand on one, pulling it forward.

"Nice choice, baby," he said, adjusting backwards and bringing forward a glass cup. He looked at me closely before going about his business. It wasn't like I mattered after all.

I sat on the long chair at the counter, taking in the liquor in front of me, sip by sip, and drowning through my sorrows. I was deep in thought, as I didn't notice someone sitting beside me.

I got a tap on my shoulder. "Having a bad day like me?" I looked at him with tears streaming down my eyes.

"Come on, don't be a cry baby," I said, burying my face downward.

"It hurts, right? That was how I felt when I lost my mate; my whole world was crashing in front of me." I raised my face, picking up interest in what he was saying suddenly. If he knew who I was, he wouldn't be talking to me, I thought to myself. 

I looked at him over and over again, taking in his handsome face in front of me. I gasped as I compared him to my ex-mate. He had this sense of charisma.

"It sucks'," he said, battering out, taking in the liquor. I was listening to his side talk, but I was mesmerized by how handsome he looked. He cupped my face with his hands, adjusting further. I felt an electric surge run through my body. 

He came forward. "Everything is going to be fine," he said, compensating me like a mother to her pup. I felt at peace for the moment, knowing fully well it wasn't going to last. He used his hands to wipe away my tears. I could feel his breath on my skin. It was doing something to my body. This is a feeling I have never felt before. I buried my lower lip in between my teeth, holding back. It took me a lot to not crash my lips against his full lips.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, jotting me out of my thoughts. I nodded squarely, highlighting my seat. I staggered, and he cut me. I didn't know how much alcohol I consumed, but my bottle was half way gone. 

I trailed behind him like a slave commanded by his master. I didn't care about who was looking or the side talk. All my concern was that this handsome man was doing something to my body that I couldn't understand.

He guided my steps as I was tipsy. That was my first time drinking so much alcohol, and I got the peace I wanted for the moment, but this handsome guy beside me made my mind dirty.

We left the bar for his car as we were in front of a boldly written motel. He opened the door and guided me out, heading to the reception.

He made some small talk with the blonde girl before he led me up the stairs to the door. He clicked it open and gently sat me down on the bed, removing his shoes. 

My eyes were on his every move, though blurry due to the alcohol content. He looked at me closely, using one of his hands to flip through my hair. It sends some sensation down my body, I haven't felt this close to a man before. I was tapping on my laps with my middle finger, sinking my lower lip in between my teeth. The tranquility between us was tense, just us in the world looking deep into each other's eyes; nothing else mattered anymore.

"Don't bite too much on your lips',' he said, breaking the silence. I shyly smiled at him before he crashed his lips on mine. My breath was sieved before I gave him entrance into my mouth. He sucked on my lip like his life depended on it. Our tongue is in constant conflict over who is going to take dominance. It was my first and hottest kiss. His hands roamed around my body, creating more tension as I could feel in-between my legs at the cave of my private lip getting wet. 

He suddenly stopped. I don't want him to touch me. He looked into my eyes, and as much as I was tipsy, his gaze was making me shy.

He whispered, "Mate, what the hell is he talking about? I got a rejection a few minutes ago. With no more words, he resumed kissing. This time, it was intense.

It was a different kind of feeling that I had never felt before. My body was on fire; it yearned for more. He trailed kisses down my earlobe, sucking it slightly as he ventured down my neck. I held onto his head as I found my hands roaming his body. His clothes weren't giving me entrance.I found his button, slowly removing it bit by bit while he worked his magic on me. I could see his burge in-between his trousers.

He gulped my left breast with one of his hands as I moaned at his touch. He unzipped my gown as it fell over to my feet. I was naked, with just my bra and pants. I felt shy.

"Don't be a shy baby girl," I chuckled, looking down to the floor. He raised my face and looked at me once more before crashing his lips on mine once again. Using his hands to fuddle my breast. I gasped as I moaned in between the kisses. His bare skin was on my body as I held the back of his head. 

His hands went through my back, unlocking my bra. My breasts stood, welcoming him. He looked me over one night as he came close to my ear, his breath on my skin.

"Beautiful boobs." I smiled and felt shy once again. He fuddled them, taking one into his mouth. He sucked on my swollen nipple, and my moan echoed through the room. His hands lingered in my private cave. Adjusting my pants beside me He teased me at my entrance. He left the left breast and cupped the right one. My moaning echoed throughout the room. My body was electrified for more, as I wanted more, not just his teasing. His every touch was blowing my mind away. A pull of sensation I have never felt before.

He trailed down kisses from my chest to my stomach down to my cave, my legs whooping; I couldn't feel my legs anymore. He raised my legs to the air, burying his mouth in my private cave. I could feel his warm mouth on my clitoris as he sucked further. My body was on fire as I moaned. I could feel my orgasm build up, and I released in a jolt my honey juices. He licked it, adjusting forward. He slowly teased my entrance with his dick before stroking into me. As his dick entered inside of me, I gasped a mix of pain and pleasure, holding up to the sheets. He strolled in and out gently, but it was way too painful. I adjusted to his size as he paved the way, strolling faster. It was a pleasure mixed with pain. He gave me a kiss. All that could be heard across the room was the smacking of two bodies as our pleasure scent filled the room. He was panting when he was about to come, pulling his seeds inside of me before he collapsed on my body, capping his breath. He pulled beside me, kissing my forehead as he enculped me to his chest before he started snoring.

I strolled down his chest, rhythmically playing with the heir on his chest. I want to stay in his arms forever. I could feel this feeling before I fell asleep.

The rays of the sun pierced through the milk curtains, floods of light radiating from within. I opened my eyes; my head was pounding within. I held on to it. I gushed at the disgusting feeling within. I felt like poking as I rushed through the bathroom, emptying everything I took in into the sink. 

I cleaned up as I came out of the restroom. Everything that happened last night played back in my head. I sighed when I looked at the other end of the bed; he was still fast asleep. I didn't even know his name. I arched my forehead as the feeling of guilt watched over me. I felt filthy. 

I quickly picked up my clothes, careful enough not to make any sound. I left the room.

"I will be gone if food isn't yet ready at the restaurant." My heart beat speeds up as the feeling of urgency runs through my head.