Chapter 2

~Megan

There was something about the way he looked at me, something in his gaze that felt magnetic. 

We held each other's gaze for a moment, and then he smiled. He walked over to our table and introduced himself.

"Hello pretty ladies," he said. 

I observed my friends whispering and giving me a thumbs up. I shifted my attention away, concentrating on the handsome man standing beside me.

"My name is "Charles," he said, extending his hand. "And you are?"

I took his hand and shook it. "I'm Megan," I said. "Nice to meet you."

Charles smiled again, and there was something in his smile that made my heart flutter. "The pleasure is all mine," he said. 

"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you're very beautiful."

I blushed, flattered by his compliment. "Thank you," I said. 

"Would you like to get out of here? I know a great little coffee shop around the corner that has the best cappuccinos in town. What do you say?"

I hesitated. It was late, and I was supposed to be spending time with my friends.

I glanced at them, receiving a signal to proceed, along with blown kisses that made me laugh, bringing a smile to Charles' face. 

"Sure I'd love to." I said to him.

As the night wore on, Charles and I talked about everything and anything. We talked about our childhoods, our favorite movies, and our hopes and dreams. 

Looking into his eyes made me feel at home; it was like love at first sight. The way he spoke with his British accent, his calm demeanor, pretty eyes, and peaceful aura created a unique connection. I sensed something I had never felt with any man before. Our shared calmness made me almost believe we were meant to be soul mates.

In an instant, Charles reached out and took my hand. "I don't want the night to end," he said. "Would you like to come with me to my hotel room?"

I knew I should say no. I knew it was dangerous and irresponsible, but I couldn't bring myself to refuse.Thinking of all those shitty things I’ve been through, I think I deserve this. So screw my boss. Screw Steve and his bitch. I am going to be a bad woman tonight! 

"Yes," I said,determinedly this time. "I'd love to."

We walked to Charles's hotel room , our hands clasped together. When we reached his door, Charles unlocked it and led me inside. The apartment was small but cozy, and it felt like a sanctuary from the outside world.

While inside, Charles took my hand in his and pulled me close to him. We looked into each other's eyes, and slowly, we leaned in for a kiss. 

Our lips met, and it was like sparks were flying. The kiss was gentle at first, but then it deepened. We were lost in each other, at the moment. It was like time had stopped, and the only thing that mattered was the feeling of being together with this stranger.

I liked how he touched me, making me feel wanted again after the heartbreak with Steve. 

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless. 

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I covered my face with the bedspread. 

I turned towards Charles, and noticed he had fallen asleep. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen, with his chiseled abs, full lips, and his beautiful green hazel eyes. He was the real definition of perfection. 

Lost in admiring him, I finally fell asleep, forgetting all my worries.

My eyes fluttered open, the hangover pounding in my head. I sat up, my stomach churning. 

My gaze fell on the man next to me, and I froze. I remembered the night before, and I felt sick. I tried to stand up from the bed, then I noticed he was already awake, and he reached out and grabbed my wrist, his grip like a vice.

"Going somewhere?" he said, his voice dripping with cruelty. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight. Then, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash. 

"Here's your payment. 

"I never asked for a payment," I spat, my voice shaking with anger. 

"I thought..." My voice trailed off, and I looked away, my cheeks burning with shame.

He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "You thought what?" he sneered. "That this was more than just a one-night stand?"

I struggled against his grip, but he held me firm. 

"You're nothing but a one-night stand," he said, his words like poison.

"A cheap thrill, and nothing more." He threw the money at me, and it fell to the floor in a heap.