first glance

CHAPTER 2

ARLAN:

Sophia spread her legs wide open for me.

“Easy there, tigress” I smirked, slowly trailing my hand in between her bare breasts down to her well shaved pussy.

She moans, almost gagging on my tie I stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet as I worked charms on her body.

I had her hands handcuffed to the bed frame and her eyes blindfolded as she laid naked on the bed, impatiently yearning for me to fuck her.

Teasing her nipples hard with my tongue, I sucked up the sweet taste of honey I had dripped on her.

Her muffled moaning made my dick harder, ready to penetrate her already dripping wet pussy. But not yet. Too quickly would ruin the fun.

I kissed her body all the way down and finally settled my lips in between her legs and sucked her juicy wet meat.

Her body vibrates, she tightens her legs together, locking me in. I moved my hands to her breasts again and fondled them.

My phone interrupts the fun with several rings.

“What is it, Mike?!” I kept my voice stern.

“Sorry to interrupt your activity, Sir, but today's your cousin Laura's wedding. Unfortunately, you're late for the church by twenty minutes but you can still make it in time for the reception” Mike, my personal assistant reports.

I dropped the phone on the bed and returned back to my play time, yanking her up by her waist and thrusting my deep into her.

She screams out my name as the gag fell off with all the shaking she was doing. I wrapped my arms around her waist to keep her still and pounded that pussy fast.

After a few minutes, I reached my organsm and moved back.

“ You're leaving already?”

“Yeah, gotta run” I hurriedly got dressed.

“So, what now?”

I scoffed at her question and placed a goodbye kiss on her lips. “Thank you for the rebound sex, see you never, Sophie.” I winked and walked out of the hotel room.

“You jerk!” She yells just as the door shuts.

The party air stifled with hollow laughter and shallow formalities with little expression of any real amusement, at least from my end.

My cheeks were starting to hurt from forcing myself to smile whenI got swarmed up by the paparazzi or approached by an acquaintance.

I gulped down on my third glass of wine to soothe my already dry throat and pretended to be occupied on the phone as I made my way up the stairs for the balcony, keeping my face straight and eyes up to avoid making eye contact as I weaved through the thick crowd.

The last thing I want is to be pulled back into another mind mumbling conversations about vacations or some trivial complaints about the weather and the occasional chuckling, mostly from the ladies, that quickly frizzles out into an awkward silence.

Heading straight home would have been much easier but I hadn't seen Laura yet. She'd throw a fit at my office—a scene I most certainly not looking forward to.

I finally made it to the balcony. The cool air, coupled with the sweet smell of Bourbon roses that decorated the iron railings, was sharp and refreshing.

There were only a few people out here who, like myself, I believe, wanted a temporary escape from the confines of the boredom inside.

I needed a drink, this time to fully appreciate the view of the city skyline stretched out in the distance before me.

I turned, signaling to a waiter who was already looking in my direction with an almost empty tray save for a single glass of champagne as though he had been waiting for me.

With a curt nod, he made his way over.

“Ladies first, don't you agree?” A smooth, sultry feminine voice spoke beside me, her hand reaching for the glass before I could.

Stunned, I turned to look.

My eyes met with hers, a perfect shade of glossy brown eyes. Her lips curved in a playful mischievous smile like a spoiled little girl used to getting whatever she wanted.

“Thank you” She winked and walked off, swaying her hips in an elegant allure.

‘Finally, something interesting’ I went after her before she could disappear into the crowds.

“Excuse me, Miss.” I caught up with her, gently taking her hand.

“Yes?” She turns to me.

“Pardon me.” I excuse my unruly behavior of holding her hand. “My name is Arlan, Arlan Reef. And you are?” I flashed my signature smile at her.

“Sarah, Sarah Hilton. Come for your wine?” She slowly takes a sip of the wine without faltering her gaze on mine.

Like the proper gentleman image I have made the media to believe of me, I took her hand and kissed the back of it, all the while maintaining her gaze even as I lowered myself.

As a socialite, I could tell a new butterfly in the garden when I see one.

“Miss Hilton, You're new here, are you not?”

“What makes you think so? Do you know everyone or should I say, women, present?” She slipped her hand from mine.

“As a businessman, I can tell just by watching closely. Let me show you what I mean. Look,” I leaned in close to her, her sweet, subtle scent wrapped my senses causing me to struggle focusing.

I searched through the crowd looking for the most popular person I could use to impress her with my claim.

“See that lady over there with a Monkey's butt hat?” I pointed towards Sadie, model and ex wife to the famous Rio, the actor.

“Yeah?” She was already getting amused

“I bet a thousand dollars she'd exchange pleasantries with more than two people in five minutes only”

And within the time frame, three people did walk up to her.

“How did you know that'll happen?!” Her voice in a low thrilled tone, she turns to look at me brushing the side of her face with mine.

I turned in return and stared into her sparkled eyes for a moment, trying so hard to hold the desires already crawling up my skin.

“Because almost everyone here knows half the people in this room. Everyone knows more than one person here, except for you. I bet a kiss you only know either the bride or the groom seeing you have an invitation. So, who is it, bride or groom?”

“How can you presume so?” Her cheeks flushed, her voice soft and low as her gaze traced the contours of my face.