CHAPITRE 3

Sasha Jones Morales

I don't know why I asked him his first name. Now he might think I'm interested in him. The worst part is, he hasn't answered me yet.

“Let me guess, " he then said, "You are a kind of little rich rebel who refuses to mingle with the world of her peers, but who still enjoys the advantage of her world.”

“Yes, how did you guess? Are you a clairvoyant or something like that? But bravo, you read my soul, I respond sarcastically.”

He laughs lightly and I take a sip of my drink.

“Am I wrong ?”

“Completely.”

He locks his tablet and places his elbow on the counter, turning slightly towards me. I'm a little unsettled so I play with the pick of my glass.

“In my turn, you are a little bud born with a golden spoon in your mouth and whose destiny is all mapped out, aren't you?”

He doesn't answer so I raise my head and just from his expression I guess I've hit the nail on the head.

“So I managed to analyze yourself in thirty seconds and I'm a better seductress than you. You can always forfeit instead of trying to stand up to me.”

“Best seductress according to whom? Because you had fun with a cocktail pick?”

“You looked at him with so much passion”

“Really?”

He runs his tongue over his lips before tilting his head.

Then how did I end up locked in the girls' bathroom with him? Difficult to explain…

I think I gave his ego several points.

“So you think you're better than me?”

I sit down next to the sink and swing my legs, nodding my head. I smile at him before puffing on the joint I've been sharing with him for a few minutes. I love the feeling of fullness I feel. I hand it to him and he finishes it before throwing it in the sink.

“I think you are not indifferent.”I reply, crossing my legs.

“Because maybe you are?”

“No, I don't think you're bad, but at least I don't hide it.”

I place my hands on his shoulders and loosen the collar of his shirt.

“You don't look very comfortable”

“And you are way too comfortable”

“I'm intimidating you. I finish my sentence with a start because his hands grip my waist tightly.”

“Do you think I can be easily intimidated?”

I half open my mouth as he slides his hands down my body. Why did I wear such a tight dress? I feel like I can feel his DNA permeating my skin through my dress.

“Is-”

“You? He asks with a satisfied smile.”

“Intimidates you. I'm intimidating you.”

And now his hands are on my thighs. Damn why am I dressed like that.

He places both hands on my thighs before slowly moving back up. I feel my heart rate speed up and it continues to rise.

“Admit it”

“What? I let go frustrated”

“You're all wet.”

I open my mouth for a few seconds before closing it. He stares at me with his smirk and I smile back.

“Check for yourself”

He raises an eyebrow before starting to laugh.

“You're so not ready for this.”

And I really wasn't, when will I finally learn to shut my mouth. Not tonight anyway.

His fingers slide over the most sensitive part of my body without any difficulty and I can't even scream his name because I don't even know him. I didn't even kiss him.

“Fuck.” I can't even string two words together, he speeds up every time I open my mouth. I feel the heat in my lower abdomen reaching its maximum and I tighten my arms around his large shoulders. I reach the peak of my pleasure and my body trembles while clinging to him.

Damn!

“I think I won.”

“Yes,” I reply, trying to catch my breath. “Yes you won, ok I'll hand over the victory to you for now.”

There's a loud knock on the door and I'm still trying to get over what I just experienced.

There is another knock and I turn my head towards the entrance.

“IT IS OCCUPIED!”

“HE'S THE BOSS OF THE BOX, GET OUT OR WE'LL BRING DOWN THE DOOR”

I raise my eyebrows and burst out laughing before getting off the sink.

“Come with me.” He said after sending a message with his phone.

He takes my hand and we go out as if nothing had happened, in front of the owner and around ten women who were waiting in line.

“I forgot my panties in the toilet.” I whisper and he bursts out laughing.

We find ourselves alone in a corner and he takes it out of his pocket. I look at him with a look of surprise before telling him

“What did you want to do with it? “I ask, tapping his shoulder.

“I took it for you. But it’s true that it could have been a good memory.”

I smile unconsciously before discreetly putting this little piece of fabric back on

“So you want memories of me?”

I raise my face to his because he is very tall and he runs his hand through my hair and I slowly tilt my neck from the contact.

“You have the most fascinating look I have seen in my entire life.”

I bite my lower lip and feel my cheeks heat up. I often receive compliments, but with him it’s completely different. I feel my heart racing as our lips brush.

He crushes his lips to mine and I grab his neck with my hands. They go up in his hair which is definitely no longer as neat as it was earlier. His locks slip through my fingers, it's the most passionate kiss I've ever given anyone. It tastes like those delicious caramel candies I'm addicted to with a tobacco aftertaste. It smells so good.

His tongue teases mine and I squeeze a piece of his shirt in my fist. I play with his lips before detaching myself from him, he leans to kiss me again but I place my index finger on his mouth.

“I don't want to be a simple memory, I want to be unforgettable. And I want my revenge.”

He smirked before taking my hand.

“Let's go then.”

…….

Arriving in his hotel room, we didn't waste any time, I couldn't sit still the whole way. I unbutton his shirt slowly while straddling him while placing my lips on his neck. I stand up for the last buttons and I stay frozen for a few seconds on his tattoos.

“That's wonderful”

“I return you the compliment.”

I smile before letting him take off my dress. Luckily I wore sexy lingerie. He stands up, his hands on my buttocks, I move my body against him, leaning on his shoulders and feeling that he is completely ready for me.

“Shit. He curses as I continue.”

I kiss him again before pushing him to lie down on the bed, without detaching my lips from his.

I caress his chest before standing up

“I will take care of you”

Did I take care of him? Yes. Did he thank me? Yes and in all possible positions.

Will I have trouble walking? Definitely.

I wake up against his warm body and I've never found myself in a position like this after a one night stand. He hugs me tightly, my head and my hand are against his chest.

I don't want to get up, it's way too comfortable and it smells so good that I want to cry.

I feel my phone vibrate and after a few movements worthy of an Olympic gymnastics champion, I manage to grab it.

Twenty missed calls from Ethan, I roll my eyes, he must be in excess all the time, and fifteen messages. Okay, he's already done worse.

I get up and head to the bathroom and stop myself from screaming when I see my face, my mascara is smeared and my lipstick is an incredible mess around my mouth.

It’s probably written big on my forehead “got fucked last night”, Pardon my language.

I'm so stressed I wash my face with hand soap to clean up the damage, I'll break out but it's no big deal. I find a pair of glasses on his table and I take them, he will forgive me, I have to hide my ugly face knowing that I risk meeting someone I know.

“Goodbye to the best shot of my life.” I sigh while looking at him for a few minutes and he suddenly turns around which makes me rush towards the exit.