Chapter 3

The memories flooded back into Megan’s mind, clear and sharp. She finally remembered exactly what had happened that night before things escalated with Clinton.

The party had been a total blur of chaos drinking, dancing, and loud music. Everything felt wild and free. But as the night went on, Megan’s head began to throb. Tuesday noticed that she was barely holding it together.

"Megan, I think you need to call it a night," she whispered.

But Megan just grinned stubbornly. "I still want to party."

Tuesday sighed at her friend’s hardheadedness. She stood up and pulled Megan to her feet. "Girls, keep going without us. I’m going to drop Megan at the hotel and then I’ll be back."

She led Megan out of the VIP lounge, though it was obvious Megan wasn't finished with the fun. She was swaying in the hallway and laughing at nothing.

"Wait, I left my wallet. Megan, stay right here. I’ll be right back." Tuesday shook her head and left Megan leaning against a table near the hallway.

"No, Tuesday... Let’s just go," Megan muttered with a sloppy smile.

"I need my wallet." Tuesday helped her rest her head on the table and then rushed back to grab her things.

The moment Tuesday left, Megan took a deep breath. "Where is that smell coming from? My god... this cologne is incredible."

She heard footsteps nearby. She turned slightly, trying to find where the sound was coming from, but her vision was too blurry to focus. One thing was certain, though that amazing scent belonged to whoever was walking toward her.

"I am obsessed with this smell," she whispered, looking up.

As she tried to turn, she lost her balance and stumbled forward. She fell straight into someone’s arms. When she opened her eyes, things were still a bit fuzzy, but she saw a man. He was tall, had a fresh haircut, and looked incredibly high-class.

"Am I dreaming?" she asked as his features slowly became clear.

When she finally saw his face, her jaw dropped. It was him. The man behind that intoxicating scent. He was tall, with dark hair, wearing an expensive navy blue suit and designer shades.

"Young lady, what are you doing here all alone and drunk?" His voice was deep and steady, almost commanding. It sent a shiver through Megan’s ears that echoed in her head.

"I used to think Clark was the most handsome man in the world... but I was wrong," she whispered under her breath.

"What?" the man asked, looking confused.

Megan stood up with his help. He brushed off his suit and straightened his clothes.

"You are so hot!" She didn't know why those words came out of her mouth, but she couldn't stop them.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling. The man looked shocked. He tried to pull her away, but she only held on tighter.

"I know I’m probably not your type," Megan said, "but I don’t think I can resist someone as handsome as you."

Before he could even respond, Megan kissed him. She pressed her lips firmly against his.

The man froze, completely stunned. But he didn't pull away, and at first, he didn't kiss her back either.

"Did you like that?" Megan asked when she finally pulled back.

He didn't answer. He just stared at her face.

Megan pouted, assuming he wasn't interested in what she had done. She was about to turn and walk away when he suddenly grabbed her by the waist. He spun her back around, and this time, he was the one who pressed his lips against hers.

"I want to have you," he whispered against her lips while deepening the kiss.

Megan wasn't shocked at all. It was exactly what she wanted. She reached up to grab the back of his neck and kept the kiss going. The man couldn't help himself either, pulling her closer as their lips stayed locked.

"We can't do this here," he muttered, breathless.

"Take me wherever you want, I don’t care. As long as you take care of me, it’s not a problem," Megan replied, not caring where they ended up.

The man lifted her up and held her against his chest. He kept kissing her as he walked toward a room he had already booked. He kicked the door open and didn't even bother to turn on the lights. It wasn't completely dark inside, as a little light spilled out from the bathroom.

He laid her down on the bed and took off his jacket.

Licking her lips, Megan watched him, waiting for him to finish undressing. Once his jacket was off, she reached for his neck and pulled him into another kiss. The sound of their breathing and the heat between them only made him more intense.

Megan could feel the tension in his body as he pressed against her. She gasped as they continued to kiss, especially when she felt his hand moving between her thighs.

"Damn!" she breathed out.

He didn't stop, keeping his lips on hers while his hands explored her body. Without warning, he moved even closer, causing her to let out a small sharp breath.

"Oh!" she moaned into his mouth. They didn't stop kissing while his fingers continued to drive her wild.

"That feels..." She couldn't even finish the sentence because it felt too good. She reached for his belt and unzipped his pants.

Slowly, she felt the heat of him. That was all she wanted to feel him close to her.

She was still holding onto him when he suddenly pushed her back onto the mattress and moved on top of her. He grabbed her face and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. As they moved together, the heat between them only grew.

Megan felt everything, and it made her lose all control.

"I'm so ready. Don't tease me," she whispered, but he silenced her with a deeper kiss.

He brushed his hand against her cheek while kissing her, making her whole body tremble. He stared into her eyes as his hand slowly moved down to her chest, sending chills all over her.

He quickly moved her clothes out of the way, leaving her completely exposed to him.

"Do you like what you see?" Megan asked in a flirty tone.

He didn't give her a verbal answer. In that moment, the only thing on his mind was having her. He couldn't hold back any longer.

He stroked her arm, then reached for her hair and leaned down to breathe against her neck. His warm breath made Megan feel like she was on fire, and she let out a soft moan.

"It’s so hot. I love it," she said, feeling every sensation.

He looked at her and kissed her again. With every kiss, her need for him grew stronger. She felt like she was losing her mind with desire.

"Aren't you going to go ahead and do it?" She pulled his hand toward her, wanting him even closer.

She gasped at the feeling. She bit her lip while moaning softly. "Just like that. I'm tired of the waiting."

The man didn't let her down. He moved his fingers against her, making her moan even louder. He could feel how warm and ready she was. Instead of slowing down, he picked up the pace.

Megan was almost screaming from the pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh, I love this!" she moaned as he kissed her again. She held onto him tightly while he continued to drive her crazy.

"Like this?" he asked. She just nodded, unable to look away.

She couldn't wait any longer for him to be inside her. But he seemed intent on teasing her just a little bit more. His hands were restless, and Megan couldn't stop her cries of delight. Then, finally, she felt him enter her.

She closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders as he slowly moved deep inside her.

"Oh shit!" she yelled as he began to move in a steady rhythm.

The pace was fast. His body crashed against hers over and over, hard and fast. With every move, her moans got louder.

He didn't stop. He seemed addicted to her. He moved her around, sitting her on top of him and moving quickly.

"Do you love it?" he asked.

"I do! Please don't stop... do it harder," she answered, arching her back.

He held her neck gently while he continued to move. She couldn't even scream as loud as she wanted to because of his grip, but it only made her more excited.

From fast, he went even faster. She was almost shouting with every single move he made.

"I'm almost there!"

"Go ahead, baby."

Before he could even finish his sentence, Megan felt a rush of pure pleasure. She arched her back and couldn't stop herself as the feeling took over her entire body.

"I love this..." she whispered before finally drifting off to sleep.

The man stood up and walked over to his phone, which had buzzed earlier. He checked the text.

"Clinton, the papers are ready."

He wrapped a towel around his waist and took some documents out of the cabinet. He signed them, then went over to wake up Megan, who was fast asleep.

"Come here, sign these papers," he said.

Megan frowned, still half-asleep, but she ended up signing them anyway. The man smirked and kissed her one more time.

"Good girl. Now, move over. I want to have you hard one more time."