Chapter 3

I was amazed when we entered his house. It may look old on the outside, but the interior was very modern in design—so light and pleasing to the eyes. He invited me to the dining area where I could see the beautiful backyard; it almost felt like being outdoors because all the glass doors around it were open. The food was already set on the table, and I instantly craved the different seafood dishes laid out. I looked at him, and he smiled.

“I hope you’re not allergic to seafood,” he said as he pulled out a chair for me. I walked closer and sat down. I gasped when he touched my shoulder and lowered his head to my ear. “Relax, Aya. I want you to be comfortable in my house,” he said in a husky voice, and I clenched down below. He sat across from me, we said grace for the food, and then started eating. I let out a soft moan after my first bite. Damn! If he cooks this good, I might never want to leave.

“So, are you new in town?” he asked. I looked at him, and he was gazing at me intently.

“Yeah, I’m on a road trip, and this just happened to be my first stop. Maybe you know some places I can explore?”

“There’s a lot our town can offer you. Don’t worry, I’ll personally be your tour guide.” I smiled at that.

“That’s a relief, because I honestly don’t know where to start. Thank you, Arthur…” I said happily.

“Where are you staying? Did you rent a house or something? There aren’t any hotels here,” he said. I paused. “There’s nothing like that nearby either—you didn’t see one on the way, did you?” He was right. I didn’t see a single hotel or inn.

“Do I really need to rent a house? Do you know anyone?” He smiled at me.

“I do, but nothing’s available right now… Aya, you can stay at my house for a while if you’d like. I live alone.” I bit my lip. Oh my—he’s giving me a chance to be with him! But I didn’t want to seem too eager. He’s really my type, and this is my chance to be close to him, even if just for a few days. He’s single and lives alone—there shouldn’t be a problem.

“Huh? Are you sure? I might invade your privacy, and you’ll end up being my tour guide too. How about I pay rent while I stay here?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. You’re my guest, and I’ll treat you as such. I promise, Aya, I’m not a bad guy. A lot of people here know me—they were the ones who told you how to find me. It’ll just be hard for you to find a place to stay. You’ll have your own room here.”

“But… it feels a bit awkward…” I said hesitantly. He reached out and held my hand.

“Think of it this way—your company is the exchange for staying here. I haven’t had anyone to talk to or spend time with for a long while. I get lonely sometimes… Please, Aya? I want us to grow close, so I can show you the beauty of our town,” he said sincerely, looking into my eyes. I smiled and nodded.

“Okay, Arthur. Just let me cook for you next time, alright? And I’ll be great company…” He thanked me and kissed my hand. We continued eating while he told me stories about the town. I didn’t ask about his personal life since I didn’t want to be intrusive. We talked happily and finished all the food. I offered to wash the dishes, but he refused. He said I needed to rest so I’d have the energy for what we’ll be doing later. Oh my! What kind of activities does he have in mind? Does it involve a bed?

He brought me to the guest room and once again, I was amazed at how beautiful it was. The view was stunning. I knew I’d enjoy my temporary stay here. He asked for my car keys so he could park it properly, so I handed them over. My cheeks burned when he kissed me on the cheek before leaving me at the door. I closed the door and finally let out all the kilig I was feeling. Oh my gosh! It’s official! I’ll be living with him, so I need to put in extra effort with my seduction skills. This might be my way of returning the favor for his hospitality—with my horny body! I took off my shoes and dropped onto the bed. I stared at the ceiling until I eventually fell asleep without realizing it.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a light blue polo tied at the waist and cotton shorts that showed off my fair and thick thighs. I had just finished showering and made sure to clean every inch of my body so Arthur would crave me even more. When I woke up earlier, the sun was already setting, so I quickly got up and moved. I was touched to see that my bags were already in the room—he must’ve brought them in while I was asleep. Such a gentleman… or is this just how mature men really are? My hair dried quickly since it was short. I applied a bit of powder and lip tint.

When I was confident I looked good and smelled great, I went downstairs and found him in the kitchen preparing dinner. He was wearing a shirt and sweatpants now—looked like he had just taken a shower too since his hair was still wet. I walked up to him and cleared my throat. He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at me. He paused for a second, his eyes scanning my whole body, and then he smiled warmly.

“Good evening…” I greeted him. “You should’ve woken me up so I could help,” I added as I peeked at what he was cooking.

“Like I said, you’re my guest. Let me take care of you,” he said, and I smiled shyly. “How was your sleep?”

“Hmmm... The bed is so comfy,” I answered, and he chuckled.

“I’m glad to hear that… Can you set the table?”

“Of course!” I said cheerfully. He told me where to find the plates and utensils, and I happily set the dining table. After dinner, we were finishing up our red wine when it suddenly rained hard. We moved to the living room and sat quietly on the couch.

“Do you know how to play chess?” he suddenly asked. I froze. I took a big sip of wine and nodded. I had an idea to speed things up between us—I couldn’t wait anymore. My center was already aching for him.

“Wanna play a game?” he asked.

“Okay! But I want a different version,” I said with a mischievous smile as he raised a brow. “Strip chess, Arthur. Every time someone captures a piece, one item of clothing comes off…” I slowly slid my leg across the sofa toward him. “Game?”

“Game,” he said huskily and pulled the board out from under the center table. He placed it on the floor, and we squatted opposite each other. I’ll admit I’m not great at this game—just know the basics—so I was already losing from the start. I didn’t know if he was intentionally letting me win at first, but eventually, I was down to just my underwear. He sat relaxed, sipping wine—only his shirt and socks were off. I was stunned by his lean and well-toned body—he had six-pack abs and a bit of chest hair. That distracted me a lot, while he didn’t seem to care at all about my nearly naked body.

I bit my lip when he captured another piece, leaving me with no choice but to remove my bra. I covered my bare chest with my arm.

“Do you want to continue, Aya?” he asked, his eyes burning as he looked at me. “I don’t know what exactly you want, but I’m liking it. Are you trying to tease me?”

“Why? Is it working?” I said seductively, and he growled. He took a deep breath as I dropped my arm, revealing my full breasts.

“I’m so wet for you already, Arthur…” I whispered. “I want you to fvck me… I want to feel your c0ck inside me… Daddy…” He swallowed hard, his gaze shifting to my center. I spread my legs, letting him see the wet patch on my panties. He looked back at me and licked his lips.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this?” he asked. I nodded eagerly. He cursed under his breath and moved toward me slowly, eyes blazing as he stared at my core, twitching with desire. I licked my lips and urged him to do what he wanted to me. He grinned and started teasing me in ways that made my entire body tremble. My seduction skills really worked—he gave in right away.

Come, Arthur. Come and take your naughty girl.