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CHAPTER 4

ARLAN’S POV.

I leaned my weight on the desk and stared out the window of my study room. My mind was freshly occupied with the thoughts of her. I shut my eyes and took a breath in, trying to remember her sweet smell.

Eugh. If it hadn't been for the untimely, unpleasant distraction I would've gotten more than just her name!

“Fuck it!” I cussed and stormed out.

Hoping to clear off my head from constantly thinking of a woman I knew so little about, yet taunted me, I walked into a club.

Charming a target over the years has been seamless, I grew confident. All it took was a smile and saying the right words and they'd be melt in my arms, begging me to end the torture—which usually ends with good banging—Except her. She's different, she knew my cards and hers as well.

I took a seat by the bar and ordered a drink, “Your finest, something strong.”

Vibing to the music blasting the speakers, my eyes wandered the dimly lit space seeking for a distraction and fell on the sultry swivelling of a feminine silhouette dancing at the center of the dancefloor.

I can't tell if it was the alcohol but I could swear I'd just seen Sarah as the faint glow from the neon light flashed past the silhouette.

I quickly gulped down on the shot of vodka and hurriedly made my way towards the figure. It really was her, dancing alone, twirling her body in sync to the thumping bass.

I stood in front of her making sure she saw me. I wanted to say something but she pressed a finger on my lips and slowly turned around in rhythmic motion till she had her back to me, close enough for me to feel the heat of her body.

Taking my hands in hers, she placed them on the curves of her small waist. I pulled her closer. I caught a smile tug her lips as she leaned into me.

Her ass firmly positioned on my groin area, she moves her hips in slow, sensuous circles teasing me.

Then, she arches her back, her hair brushing my chin, till her head rests on my chest. She guides my hands again up her body till I felt the curves of her breasts. Resting my hands on her breasts, she resumes rocking her hips.

I squeezed on her breasts softly, pleased at their tenderness.

I groaned, my hands fitted on them perfectly especially since she didn't have on a bra.

My cock starts to throb and rise, my breath quickened and deepened.

She wrapped her arms on the back of my neck pulling me in as she tilted her neck to the side. I complied, planting soft kisses on her neck. She utters something inaudible, accompanied with a soft moan.

Locking her in with one hand around her waist, I teased on her nipples with the other, rubbing it until it became hard against the silk fabric that hugged her skin.

Dissatisfied, I wanted more. I eagerly slid down my hand from her waist into the small opening of her jean shorts on the waistline.

My cock already hard, all I could think about was how warm and tight her cunt would fill inside. Halfway down the low soft hairs of her cunt, she stops me with a hand.

“Come home with me” I whispered softly.

She smirks and says nothing.

“Do you know the torment you're putting me through, butterfly?” I groaned. “Are you aware of just how much you make me yearn to feel your body pressed hard against mine?” I add.

She turned to look at me, our faces stood so close I wanted to grab her gently by the neck and savour the sweetness her soft lips had to offer, but I controlled myself.

She leans closer and whispers, “Can't wait to see you again.” She winked at me and walked off leaving me with an erected dick and mixed emotions.

‘Shoot!’ I smacked myself on the head. How had I forgotten to get her phone number again!

My groin hurts, I looked down at my throbbing cock disappointed at how easily aroused I was by her.

Defeated, I returned to the bar and immersed myself in more shots of Vodka.

The bedroom door finally opened and I impatiently returned my hand to her soft jiggly arse, grabbing and squeezing on it.

I locked my lips on hers in a hot kiss, soft moans occasionally escaping her lips. I quickly undid her zip and ran my hands along her bare back, unhooking her bra and tossing it to the floor.

“You look perfect, Sarah.” I muttered, staring at the perky, oval shaped breasts in front of me.

“What the fuck Dude?! My name is Jessica, Idiot!.” She landed a slap across my cheeks and left with her clothes in hand.

Shit. That sly temptress!

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"Sir, there's an invitation for you, and I also have here a note I found in one of your clothes ." Bridget, my housekeeper, interrupts my breakfast.

I gave a quick glance at it

"What does the card say?"

"It's from Mr. Alex Newman, a welcome party for his beloved daughter it says"

"Ok, thank you." I took a sip of the orange juice served.

"What about the note Sir? There's a phone number and a name under it that says 'Sarah'." She informs

I almost choked on the juice.

"Where is it?" I impatiently reached for the note, coughing out to clear my lungs up.

My eyes widened, 'How did she do it?' it puzzled my mind

"What pants did you find this in?" I ask, curious to know when exactly she had slipped it in whilst I wasn't paying attention.

"The grey coloured one Sir"

"At the party! fuck me!" I muttered to no one in particular, totally forgetting Bridget's presence.

I quickly left for my study room and locked myself in, pacing back and forth contemplating, with my phone in hand, what to do next.

I felt so stupid for not finding out sooner even though it wasn't my fault.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, my body was already heating up at the thoughts of her.

I want her in the many ways a man would want a woman—Her supple breasts melting away in my mouth like candy, our bodies rocking together in synchrony as I pound her cunt good till she screams my name.

Naughty thoughts start to fill my head, a rush of desire rush through me. She has to be mine, only mine.