Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Ava's POV

I slowly opened my eyes and I was wrapped in a stranger's arm, we were both naked and he was fast asleep.

Last night was the best night ever for me. I enjoyed every bit of it but I need to leave now. I gently got off the bed, wore my dress and left some money on the table for his service.

I exited the hotel and took a taxi home. I checked my phone hoping to see my husband’s missed calls since I didn’t sleep home last night but I got none from him, not even a text. Does it mean I don’t really matter to him or what?

I got to the house and his car was nowhere to be found,guess he has gone to work already. Entering the room, I took off my dress and entered the bathroom, turning on the showers,letting the water soak me as the memory of last night played in my head over and over again.

I touched my neck and remembered how he slightly grabbed my neck and kissed me deeply… The way he ate me as though I was the last dessert left on earth. His whispers still lingers in my thought, “I’m going to make you come multiple times….”

I bite my lips caressing my boobs with my eyes closed still thinking of him, feeling his presence in the bathroom.

“What are you waiting for?” My voice faint and a hint of desperation could be traced in my voice because I needed his cookie so badly.

“If I bring it out, can you handle it?”

“Try me?” I bit my lips and he smacked my ass which was hot for me.

“Touch yourself…entertain me.”

“I can’t…I haven’t done something like that before….” Gosh the look he had on tracing my body with just his eyes is mind-blowing. My fingers were already in between my legs when I heard the room door open, I came to my senses immediately. What the hell is wrong with me? It was just a one night stand with a stranger so why is it having such a great side effect on me? I don’t even know his name… A part of me felt guilty and another part of me wanted to do it again with me.

I washed up fast and stepped out of the bathroom only to meet Pharrell in the room.

“I thought you went to work already?”

“Yes I did, I came home to get a few things, a business trip I must attend.”

“So you're travelling, I understand..” A smile curved on my lips and he just nodded. I was expecting him to ask me about my whereabout last night so I can boast to him about how another man was crazy about my body…How someone desired me to sit on his face and suck out the juice out of me, something he will never do…I hate Pharrell for not giving me a platform to say it all loud.

*

At the shop I was full of energy, humming a song all day while tending to some new suit I have to customize and a lady dress I have to make ready for the client’s birthday next week.

The spark I never thought I had in me was sparkling so well.

“It seems someone woke up on the good side of the bed today.” Trisha said and it’s obvious she noticed.

“Yes I did,so can you let me be, I need to finish this dress as soon as possible so I can start adding the shining stone to design it.” I replied not even staring her a glance because my entire focus was on the dress I was making.

“Now I’m curious, what’s making you so happy? Come on, tell me about it.” She gummed me like a dog clinging to her owner.

“I’m just happy Trisha, do I need to do something to get happy? Can’t one be happy naturally anymore?” I said trying so hard to keep my secret to myself. How do I tell her I later had a night stand with a total stranger? That looks bad on me.

“I know but I haven’t seen you this happy before so I just wanted to know the secret, don’t you want me to experience happiness too?”

“Then sit on your machine and make a dress. We can post and use it to promote our business online so as to attract clients to us.”

“You are such a mean girl, anyway I have a list of some hot callboys, and you know having mind blowing sex while your husband is aware will be a great experience for you.”

“I told you I’m not interested in it.”

“Don’t tell me you are going to give up the offer your husband is giving you? Don't tell me you choose to starve your watermelon from having a good cucumber?” She said with her eyes all over me searching for answers. How do I tell her I already had one more reason I’m this happy even though I feel guilty.

I pedal my machine so loudly to stop her from talking further.

“Whatever, I will just order the callboy for myself.” She frowned, taking her seat on her machine. I just let out a smile and the stranger whisper played in my head again, “Fuck!!!! Your body deserves to be worshipped. Can I please worship you?”

I chuckled and when I turned I noticed her scary doll eyes looking at me with her lips moving like she was about to cuss me for not telling her why I’m happy. At least someone doesn’t despise my body.

*

It’s been three days since my husband travelled and not even a word from him. Since he was not home, what if I return to that same bar and find the stranger. I need his touch again. I keep having these wet dreams of him making me horny every minute.

What if I get addicted and it becomes an affair? I need to kick it off, it's just a one night stand.. I’m not going, I will just see a movie and sleep off while watching it.

A few moments later, the same me who said I won’t be going is all dressed in a hot outfit and one could easily mistake me for an escort. I thought appearing this way will help me in my disguise just in case someone I know ends up being at the bar, I won’t be recognized easily not with this red hair on.

I know this is wrong but it was an offer on a platter of gold given to me by my husband so having a taste is not enough compared to being starved for two years without sex while he is busy banging any lady he likes.

I looked at the mirror one more time with a smile on my face and got ready to leave the house when I opened the door, he was standing at the front door. I froze…my heart racing with guilt.