Chapter Three

Daniel__

I pulled up to a small apartment building in my sleek black Escalade. It was quiet and a bit cold. Heaven had texted me her address after our call, her voice still echoing in my mind—soft, a little breathless, like she was trying to play it cool but failing adorably. I'd lost my wallet at that upscale restaurant, Mosaic Cuisine, but honestly, I left it there intentionally. She was too stunning for me to overlook: long dark hair falling over her shoulders and those wide blue eyes that sparkled with innocence. Her uniform hugged her curves just right, rev the soft, full breasts and rounded hips. I couldn't stop imagining my hands spanking that round ass.

She stepped out the front door, looking even more alluring in casual jeans and a white cropped top that did nothing to hide her figure. My driver went out to open the passenger door for her. “Thank you, Heaven. Thanks again for calling about the wallet.'

She slid into the seat, her scent—something floral and vanilla—filling the car instantly.  She handed it over, her fingers brushing mine, sending a jolt straight to my groin. Fuck, she was gorgeous up close, her lips full and slightly parted as she smiled shyly.

The car was quiet for some moments, and I tried to say something—at least I tried to—I am not the type that talks. She was nervous, but there was a spark between us. I couldn't resist glancing at her legs, crossed tightly, or the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.

Before I knew it, she leaned in to kiss me. I couldn’t resist—I don’t kiss people, but her lips felt different, and I couldn’t pull away. Our lips met, soft at first, then hungry. I cupped the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair, and she responded, her mouth opening under mine. My tongue slipped in, tasting her sweetness, and she moaned—a low, needy sound that made my cock twitch and harden in my pants. I sucked on her lower lip, nipping gently, and she pressed closer, her body arching toward me.

God, I want her so bad. I wanted to pull her top, expose those hard nipples I'd bet were straining against her bra right now, put them into my mouth and suck while my hand slid between her thighs to feel how wet her pussy was for me.I imagined pulling her to sit on me, spreading her legs wide, and thrusting my thick cock deep inside her tight heat, making her scream my name as I fucked her hard and relentlessly.But then she pulled back, her eyes wide with confusion mirroring my own. Her hand lingered on my neck for a second, warm and trembling, before she let go. 'I... I can't do this,' she whispered, her voice shaky.

“Heaven?” Disappointment flooded me. What the hell? One minute she was melting into the kiss, the next she was bolting. Did I push too far? She was breathing hard, cheeks flushed, and I could see the conflict in her eyes—desire fighting with fear.

She shook her head. “I need to go.”

Before I could stop her, she was out the door, running into the cold night air. My heart started pounding not just from worrying but from the interrupted moment. What had scared her? I sat there, engine humming, staring at her retreating figure, my body still aching with unspent need. This woman is a mystery, and damn, I am determined to unravel her.

I tried running after her, but I couldn’t; I signaled my driver to take me home. I arrived at my penthouse, tossed my keys on the counter, and headed straight to the bathroom.

The steam from the hot shower was hitting my skin, but it was her image that consumed my thoughts—those full lips, the sway of her hips as she walked away. My cock ached, rigid and insistent under the flowing water, begging for release. I leaned against the cool marble wall, one hand on the wall and the other hand sliding down my chest, tracing the ridges of my abs until my fingers wrapped around the thick shaft.

I stroked slowly at first, imagining her kneeling before me, her tongue flicking out to taste my pre-cum at the tip. “Fuck,” I groaned, pumping harder, the water pounding against my back like her nails digging in during a steady fuck. Her breasts would bounce as she rides me, pussy clenching tight around my length, milking every drop. My breath hitched, hips bucking into my fist, the fantasy building until I couldn't hold back—cum spurted out, mixing with the shower spray, but it wasn’t enough. I need her, real and beneath me, screaming my name as I pound into her ass, giving her the best doggy of her life, tongue-fucking her wet pussy.

***

The next day, I hit the gym, pushing my body to exhaustion. Punching the bag, sweat dripping, I tried to pound her out of my system, but every time I paused to catch my breath, there she was, lingering in my head.

Later, I met clients at the office talking deals and buried myself with work. The conference room, filled with expensive suits and sleek laptops, buzzed with numbers and projections. After the meetings, I retreated to my penthouse. It was quiet, peaceful—almost too still. There was always that moment of reflection when I could almost hear the weight of everything I had accomplished, yet I still sometimes feel lonely, and there it was again, her images popping into my head.

Dinner was quiet, with a private chef preparing the finest delicacies, but even as I ate, my mind was elsewhere. “Why can’t I get her out of my head?”

By the time the night came down, I picked up my phone to text Cassie: Mable Tower Hotel. 10pm. Wear something sexy.

As 10pm rolled around, Cassie got to the hotel, and I told the security to let her in the suite.

Cassie walked in majestically like she owned the building; she was wearing a jacket with lingerie beneath it, and she pulled the jacket, and I could see everything. I yanked the bra down, exposing those perfect tits, and latched onto one with my mouth, sucking hard while my hand squeezed the other.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her free hand sliding down to grip my cock, stroking it roughly and steadily from tip to base. I bit down on her nipple, then spun her around, pressing her chest to the wall. My hands roamed her body, one dipping between her legs to rub her clit through the thong. She pushed her ass against me, ass grinding into my hardness, fingers into her pussy, and she moaned out loud.

“Yes, Heaven, moan for me.” Forgetting whose pussy I was fingering, Cassie snapped, “Heaven? Who the hell is Heaven?”

The air snapped.

She pulled back sharply, eyes flashing, confusion turning to anger in a heartbeat. I pulled away from her to get a cup of water from the refrigerator.

“Daniel, I’m sorry for getting mad about something so silly; let’s just continue from where we stopped.”

I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache brewing. "Cassie, I don't even know what's going on right now," I said, my voice low and harsh. "You reacted over nothing, and now you're apologizing because you don't want me to be mad?”

“I don’t want us to stop.” Cassie pleaded, walking close to me.

“Just go home." The words came out harsher than I meant, but I need space to understand what’s going on.