Chapter 3

Lemar stared at her, eyes wide. “Why… why would you say that?”

Tyrra’s cheeks burned. Embarrassment, defiance, and something else tangled inside her. The words slipped out before she could stop them.

“I mean… do you… find me attractive?” she whispered.

Lemar’s blue eyes narrowed, confusion flickering across his face. The silence between them pressed down like a weight. Tyrra wanted to disappear, crawl under the couch and vanish.

She swallowed hard and spoke again, her voice quieter, almost neutral. “Yes… but I don’t understand… why would you want this?”

Her hands trembled. Every instinct screamed at her to run, away from the stranger who had seen her broken. Yet the raw vulnerability in her chest held her there, frozen.

“Look…” she began, hesitating. “I just… I made a terrible mistake today. One of the worst in my life.” Her voice cracked, tears forming again. “And I… I need to make one more mistake before I can think clearly.”

Lemar blinked, trying to make sense of her words.

Tyrra drew a shaky breath. “I… I don’t expect anything from you. Not love, not money, not even your name. I just… need this. I need it to feel like I can forgive myself.”

Her chest heaved, tears slipping down her cheeks. Her voice was barely a whisper. “That’s all. Nothing else.”

Lemar watched her for a long moment, unable to read her expression. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head, the questions she couldn't say.

Then, despite the surprise, a slow smile crossed Lemar's face. It wasn't teasing, but rather one that seemed touched by understanding, perhaps a hint of sympathy.

"No. I can't do that," Lemar said, shaking his head. "You're obviously angry. What happened to you? Maybe I could help you better by listening."

Tyrra didn't answer. Emotions intensified her desperation, and she slowly removed her clothes, leaving her own vulnerability and rawness before him.

Lemar watched her, a mixture of confusion and desire fighting in his eyes. "Please… just have sex with me," he pleaded, quietly but intensely.

Tyrra looked away from him. "I can't do that. You're hurting. And I don't think this is the solution."

"I'm not looking for a solution. I need… a temporary reprieve," Tyrra whispered, standing on her tiptoes and bringing her body closer to the man, kissing him.

The moment Lemar kissed her, she let go of any hesitation and kissed him back with equal intensity. Before she knew it, Lemar had carried her to the bed and laid her down there.

Breaking the kiss, he held her gaze, seeking confirmation. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, gently but seriously.

Tyrra met his eyes, a new determination in her eyes. She nodded, her decision clear.

"Yes," he said, his voice stronger than when they had met. "I'm sure."

As soon as she stared at his approval, he pinned her to the bed and broke her lips, his hands moving to caress her breasts.

Although she only wanted to have sex because she thought having sex with a stranger would help her get over the fact that she had been sleeping with a stranger and planning to marry him for the past four years, something about the way this stranger was holding her aroused her more than Flavier's touch had aroused her and she found herself with a strong sense of purpose.

He took off the towel and let his hands drop to the bulge between her thighs and gently squeezed it, drawing a soft moan from her.

She closed her eyes as he lowered his lips to her perky breasts. He twirled his tongue over her nipples one by one, as his hand slowly moved down to her belly.

A breath escaped her lips as his fingers connected with her slit, and he gripped the bedsheet tightly with one hand and buried the other in her short mop of black hair, as he kissed her.or when she was desperately trying to stop herself from moaning as he pleasured her with his fingers.

As if she felt him holding her back, he increased the pace of his fingers, and she couldn't hold back any longer as her quiet moan turned into a loud scream of pleasure.

"Please fuck me now," she pleaded in a throaty cry, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside him.

"I will, sweet, but only after you cum for me," he said, and as if that was all she needed to hear, she collapsed into the peak of her pleasure and her head shook with the force of her orgasm.

While she still hadn't recovered from this, he positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her with a rush she wasn't used to, sending her into another round of orgasm.

She screamed in pleasure, wanting to stop so she could catch her breath, but at the same time not wanting to stop as he moved her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts.

That night, Tyrra, who had always thought she was so cold the first time, discovered that sex was good.

She spent the rest of the night with the handsome stranger, rediscovering herself and not knowing all the lies Flavier had made her believe about herself and her body.