CHAPTER 2

SOFIA JOHNSON

The man appears in front of me completely naked.

He is tall and muscular, with black hair streaked with a few strands of gray. He must be at most around 45 years old.

There are several tattoos on his arms and back.

Water droplets slide down his body, and I lift my head before I end up looking at his dick.

He stops, surprised, and stares at me.

"Who the hell are you?" His voice is deep, firm, but I detect a hint of astonishment.

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t hire a prostitute for tonight. Is this a free service from the hotel?”

My eyes widen, and only then do I realize I’m standing there in nothing but lingerie.

My body reacts before my mind — I try to cover as much as possible with my hands, which obviously doesn’t work.

"I... I didn’t know there was anyone here!" I stammer, stepping back. "This room is mine!"

He frowns.

"Yours? I booked this room yesterday."

"That’s a lie. Reception gave me the key and I—" I try to keep my composure, but my face is burning. "You’re the one in the wrong room."

He chuckles softly, as if amused by the situation, but grabs a towel and wraps it around himself with irritating calm.

"Look, I didn’t know I’d have company either. Who are you, anyway?"

"None of your business," I snap. "I just want you to leave."

"I’m not leaving the room I paid for."

He crosses his arms, and the movement makes his chest muscles tighten in an... indecent way.

I turn to leave the bathroom, but the door is closed.

I let out a nervous sigh, trying to pull the handle, until I feel him approaching from behind.

"Let me do it. You locked the door when you came in."

He holds the door, and our hands touch for a second that seems to last longer than it should.

"There," he says, opening the door with a click.

I hurry to put on my jeans and blouse, even though the fabric is still damp from the rain.

When I’m done, he’s sitting in the armchair, fiddling with his phone as if nothing happened.

"Look, I think there’s been a mistake," he begins. "I booked this room first."

I grab my phone and call reception.

The receptionist answers and quickly apologizes profusely.

"Miss, I’m so sorry. I made a mistake and gave you the key to an already occupied room. Unfortunately, we have no more rooms available tonight."

"What do you mean? I have nowhere to go."

I hear a throat clear from the armchair.

"Then sleep here."

I turn to him, shocked.

"Are you crazy? I barely know you!"

He shrugs.

"You have two options: either you sleep on the street, or you sleep here with me. And it looks like you don’t have a choice."

I cross my arms, assessing the situation.

He doesn’t seem like a serial killer... at least not the obvious type. I sigh.

"Fine. But only because I have no choice."

"Great." He picks up the room phone. "I’ll order food, then."

"I’m going to take a shower," I say, grabbing the towel, and I hear him laugh behind me.

"Okay, I promise I won’t interrupt your shower like you did mine."

After my shower, I put on a warm, dry robe.

Minutes later, a service cart arrives with steaming plates and a bottle of wine.

"So," he says, cutting a piece of meat. "What are you doing here without having a place to stay?"

I roll my eyes.

"My car broke down. And before that, I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me."

He chokes on his drink and starts laughing.

"What’s so funny?" I ask, shocked.

"You sound like a mess. Broken car, cheating boyfriend... it’s like a romantic comedy script."

"It’s not funny."

"Yes, it is." He smiles, and suddenly I’m not sure if I want to slap him or kiss him.

I grab the glass and take a sip.

Then another. Soon I’m drinking as if the wine could erase the last few hours of my life.

"You’re drinking too much," he comments.

"Today I deserve it," I retort. "And you? You’re here alone because...?"

His smile fades.

"Things aren’t going very well at work or with my family."

"Adult problems?" I joke, already a little tipsy.

"Something like that. And a controlling ex-wife."

I smile, pouring more wine.

All of this is expensive, and I’m not sure I’ll have another experience like this again, so I decide to enjoy it.

I don’t know how many glasses I’ve had after a while, but I realize I’ve been looking at him for too long.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the fact that he’s absurdly attractive, but my eyes stay fixed on him.

"Why are you staring at me?" he teases.

"I’m not," I lie, looking away.

He comes closer, sitting on the bed beside me.

My heart races. The proximity is dangerous, and I know I should move away, but I don’t.

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the anger still burning in the back of my throat. Maybe it’s just desire.

"There’s sauce on the corner of your lips..." he whispers, and before I can wipe it, he runs his fingers over my mouth before licking the sauce off.

I stop breathing, noticing the mischievous smile on his lips.

I know this shouldn’t be happening, but I’m too drunk and no longer have any control over myself at this moment.

"Don’t move..." he murmurs, leaning closer to me.

Before I realize it, our mouths are already meeting.

The kiss is hot, intense, as if we’re both trying to forget something.

I don’t know who started it, but when I realize it, I’m sitting on his lap.

He’s still wearing only the towel around his waist.

“Mmmm...”

I tilt my head to the side when I feel his mouth moving down my neck.

His hands keep me seated on top of his hard cock beneath me.

I open my eyes, meeting his blue pupils watching me.

I smile before kissing him, hearing him moan against my mouth.

My hands move down his chest and lower and lower.

With a single motion, his fingers pull the robe off my body, leaving me completely naked.

“You’re so fucking hot...”

I moan louder when he takes one of my nipples into his mouth while squeezing the other hard.

“This feels so good...”

I grind my hips and my ass against his cock, feeling it throb even more.

God, I want this man so much, and I don’t even know why.

His tongue slips into my mouth while his hand slides down my belly, finding my wet pussy.

“Moan for me, baby...”

He pushes two fingers deep inside me, and I moan even more.

I pull the towel from his waist, watching his cock spring free.

I lick my lips as I grab his cock, starting to stroke him.

He quickly stands before pushing me to the floor.

“Suck me, baby. Suck my cock…”

And I do it.

I let him fuck my mouth hard, his hand gripping my hair.

He lifts me in one swift motion and pushes me onto the bed.

He raises my arms above my head before kissing me again.

Fuck.

I don’t even know his name yet, but I’m having the best time of my life with him.

He licks my pussy, making me cum on his tongue before lying over me and wrapping my legs around his body.

“You want to be fucked, baby?” he asks in a dirty whisper, and I nod my head.

He gives me a light slap on the face before rubbing the head of his cock against my entrance.

“Answer my question.”

“Yes. Fuck me, daddy...”

My words have a powerful effect on him. He thrusts into me hard, tearing a moan mixed with a cry of pleasure from my lips.

“Fuck, say that again.”

“Fuck me hard, daddy...”

He smiles before kissing me.

My nails dig into his back hard as I feel the pleasure building more and more inside me.

I close my eyes, knowing I might be making the craziest mistake of my life.

Because, for one night, being a mess doesn’t seem so bad.