Chapter 2

SOPHIA.

Heartbreak does something to your brain. A certain kind of rewiring and mental urge to prove to yourself— and your ex— that you're immune to the pain.

And my own rewiring came in a different way.

After I'd slept throughout the fourteen hours flight to Santorini and checked into my vacation suite, I was exhausted and needed to just take my mind off the past day's trauma.

I stood tall in front of the large full-length mirror in the jacuzzi room, my swimming trunk dripping wet and forming a puddle at my feet. A few minutes in the pool had been relieving and now, all I just wanted to do was lay in bed and doom scroll through I*******m.

But as soon as I opened my I*******m app, the first picture I saw was that of Liam and Chloe in a fine dining restaurant with a caption ‘The grass is greener when you're in love’. They looked all lovey-dovey and everyone in the comments section kept praising them as the perfect couple.

A fresh wave of pain hit me in the chest and I gnashed my teeth in anger. Liam had never posted a picture of us together, not even on our anniversary celebrations. He'd always claimed to be a private person but now... he was brazenly flaunting my roommate.

How on earth have I been so blind to all these red flags? I knew something was wrong when Liam suddenly visited my apartment frequently. Back then, I'd brushed it off and assumed he wanted to spend more time with me, but I guess it was Chloe he really just wanted to see.

Tears stung in my eyes but I blinked them back. I hissed and closed my I*******m app, then swiped open my reading app and began reading the novel I'd abandoned two days ago. The male lead in the book— Dante— was what made me glued to the story from the first chapter. He was hot, muscular and irresistibly handsome. The way he spoke and touched the female lead— Iris— was so intoxicating and sexy.

I'd barely made it past the sixth chapter when I began to imagine what I'd feel like if Dante touched me. His deep baritone, his commanding gaze, the way he thrust into Iris with so much intensity, claiming her pussy fiercely. God, I want to be touched like that, to feel Dante's coarse fingers inside my walls. I want to squirm and moan while he laps up my juices with his tongue.

Lost in my erotic haze, I lowered my middle finger into my cleanly shaved core. Hell, I was dripping wet and ready for Dante's cock. The tingling sensation in my stomach reminded me that it's been weeks since the last time I had sex—mostly because Liam claimed he was ‘busy’.

Fuck Liam! Because now, I'm going to drive myself to the peak of my orgasm by myself.

Throwing my phone on the bed, I wriggled the shorts down from my waist, exposing my bare, soaked pussy. With one hand, I grabbed one of my nipples, twisting and squeezing it so hard till a sharp pain of pleasure jolted through my body. Damn, my breast felt so soft to touch and I squeezed it softly, a moan tearing out of my lips at the sheer pleasure.

With my right hand, I delved into my action-starved pussy. My clit was already thrumming with excitement. I arched my back away from the bed as I thrust in my two middle fingers into my pussy while my thumb massaged my clit. 

“Yes, fuck yourself so good, baby,” I imagined Dante's voice in my head. I could picture his brown eyes assaulting my naked body, his large hands grabbing my other breasts and his cock fucking my mouth to insanity.

The thought set my body on fire. I introduced a third finger and began thrusting in and out of my pussy with an increased speed. The intense feeling of pleasure crashed over me and I could barely keep my mouth shut. 

“Ughhh... fuck,” I moaned as I kept thrusting deeper and squeezing my nipples. 

A sudden feeling of euphoria and light-headedness hit me and I knew I was close to my orgasm. “Fuck me harder, Dante!” I yelled and began massaging my clit faster.

I was about to erupt into a volcano of my orgasm when a voice ferociously dragged me out of my fantasy.

“Holy fuck! What's going on here!” A masculine voice boomed. 

My eyes instinctively flew open and my body went numb in fright. Did I just conjure Dante into existence from my imagination?

I blinked twice but no, still standing in front of me was a perfectly sculpted 6”5 man, dressed in a plain brown shirt and white trousers.

My brain shut down for a split second as my eyes locked with his. Those alluring green eyes were even way more sexy than what I'd imagined Dante's to look like. His lips, his toned arms, broad shoulders that could...

Wait. What is he in my room?

“What the fuck are you doing here!” I yelled, throwing a blanket over my naked body. I knew it was already too late to hide anything, but well... for the sake of modesty!

“You’re in my room,” he shrugged casually, acting like seeing a naked woman masturbating wasn't a big deal.

“Ex... excuse me?” I spluttered, my eyes bulging in surprise. “That's not possible. I already booked this room.”

He didn't respond immediately, instead he took a step backward and said, “well, I guess you have to get dressed so we can confirm from the villa management.”

My stomach did a back flip. What if Liam had cancelled the reservation after our breakup?

“Go outside,” I said, pointing towards the door.

His eyes flickered towards the entrance door and back at me. “Come on, you know you're infringing on my privacy, right?”

“Privacy?” I scoffed and reached for the bedside drawer. I retrieved my key card and flashed it to his face. “Here! This is my room, now get the fuck out, you perv!”

A scoff escaped his lips as he dipped his hand into his pocket and fished out a key card that looked exactly like mine. Even the room numbers were the same!

“See?” He grinned exposing a set of immaculate white teeth.

“There must be a mix-up somewhere,” I mumbled as I rose from the bed— the huge blanket draped over my body haphazardly. 

I ran to the bathroom and changed into a clean pair of matching shorts and shirt. My hair was a tangled mess when I stepped out of the bathroom but I didn't care, all I care about is getting this intruder out of my space.

“Let's go meet the management then,” I said and began marching towards the door.

I'd barely made it out of the door when his towering height cast a shadow behind me, forcing me to turn around. Gosh! He was dangerously tall compared to my 5”7 height and his cologne was so intoxicating that I felt a little dizzy. 

“You're staring a little too much,” he purred, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. 

I quickly caught myself and turned abruptly, unknowingly tripping over my own foot. I lost my balance and came crashing to the floor but just before my body hit the ground, a pair of large arms grabbed me.

My breath hitched in my throat as my gaze met his again. He was smirking dangerously this time and it made my heart flutter wildly.

“It seems you have a thing for tripping and falling for handsome men,” his voice drummed into my ears. “By the way, you smell like good sex.”