She bent over to smell it without removing it from the chair, it smelt good. It smelt like men's perfume.
Ben walked out of the bathroom wiping his hands with the small towel provided by the hotel. There was someone else in the room.
He wondered if it was her, he wondered if it was Belle. Standing there and watching her touch his suit jacket, which he had spread over the chair's arm, he thought she was sexy.
Even with the sleeping lights, he thought she looked sexy in the dress she wore. When she bent over to smell his jacket, he could see her dress go up. He walked to the bedside and turned on the brighter light, she turned around immediately.
"Belle?" He asked in a low, deep masculine voice.
"Yes.Ben, right?" She saw a man in long sleeved shirt.
"Yes." He walked to her."Fuck, you are beautiful." He muttered even though she could hear him. He was amazed by her beauty, he admired how she made her hair into a fine ponytail and how he could see her clear shoulders, with no hair to cover them, just the thin strap of her dress.
"You are very pretty." He said again, to her hearing.
"I know." He chuckled at her reply and then let it turn into a smile.
"I guess you are used to such compliments." He said and she smiled.
"I'm sorry I'm late, my friends thought I didn't look good enough in the dress I intended to wear."
"Your friends know where you were coming to? and why?"
"Well... they think I'm going on a date." She lied knowing how weird it sounded that they knew.
"They did a good job, I don't know what you intended to wear before this, but I'm sure you would still look as beautiful."
She didn't say anything more, she just stood there fumbling with her fingers, trying to control her nervousness. He came closer to her. Standing directly in front of her, she noticed how much he was taller than her.
"Are we about to...." She wanted to ask with her head down, she didn't want to ask that while looking at him but he lifted her jaw to face him.
"What?" He asked her, caressing her cheek with his left hand.
"Are you going to make love to me now?" She managed to ask through her nervousness, he looked into her eyes.
"You have blue eyes." He noticed.
She looked down to avoid his dark eyes, she wouldn't say so, but she found them scary. She just didn't know how much they were filled with hunger.
"Are you going to..." She was about to ask again but he cut her shut with his answer.
"No." He said making her look back up at him with surprise.
"No?" He had this smirk when she asked, he went closer to her, leaned in like he was going to kiss her but placed his lips next to her ears, with both his hands on her slender neck, while he still played with her cheeks.
"I don't make love. I fuck. I fuck hard." He whispered in her ears with his magnetic voice, it sent shivers through her.
He looked back at her to get a reaction from her. She licked her lips, she had wiped off her lip gloss in the elevator, just because she wasn't comfortable but now they were a little dry so she licked them but he found it seducing of her.
He took her purse from her and kept it on the table in-between the two sofas. He took off her earrings, walked over to the bedside table and kept them beside his watch and a ring.
Coming back to where she stood, he caressed her shoulder, with his hands slowly sliding down the thin strap holding her dress, it stopped at her elbow and he began to kiss her right arm, he got back to her shoulder and she stopped him.
"Are you married?" She asked worriedly. She was going against her grandmother breaking by her virginity this way but she would never have sex with a married man or one in a relationship.
He chortled for a short while before stopping when he noticed she wasn't also laughing.
"No, I'm not." He replied her smiling.
"The ring." She was standing far from the table where the ring was and couldn't tell what kind of ring it was but she had to be sure
"My father's ring, mine now." He stopped smiling. " You don't know who I am, do you?"
"I don't, you don't know who I am either, I'm just being careful."
He smiled again.
"There's nothing wrong with that." He stated.
He wasn't married, everyone in city S knew that but she didn't. Now he knew she wasn't from this City, because if she was, she would know who she was about to have a one night stand with.
All she knew was that his name was Ben and that he was twenty nine years old, she didn't even know what he looked like before she came to the hotel. He expected her to be surprised when he turned the light on and when she saw who it was.
"Can I see it?" She requested.
"Really?" She nodded. He got the ring and showed it to her. She took it, looking at it now, it was obvious it wasn't a wedding ring. It had an inscription on it; B L. She gave it back to him.
"Can I fuck you now?" He asked standing as close as he was to her before with the tip of his nose touching her forehead.
"Don't use fuck, I'd rather you call it sex." She said, feeling his warm breath on her forehead.
"Why? It sounds too vulgar?" He asked again but she didn't say anything. "You know, maybe I should make love to you." He came to her right ear, kissing it. He heard her hum a little with pleasure.
He caressed her cheekbone slowly with his thumb, tracing it down to her lips. He admired them as he played with them using his thumb, he rubbed them slowly like he was putting lipstick on them.
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He leaned in and touched her lips with his, not kissing her yet, he just caressed her lips with his, teasing her because she closed her eyes when he leaned in, ready for a kiss. He sucked on her upper lips first, feeling how soft they were, he enveloped both her lips now and he heard that 'Mmnn' from her again, he loved it. She didn't return his kiss at first, she just let him play with her lips, she enjoyed it. She hadn't felt his tongue in her mouth yet, she wanted that, so she grabbed on to his neck to kiss him back still with her eyes closed but he moved away from her a little, and she longed for those lips that just left hers. When she opened her eyes, he wasn't in front of her, he was behind her now. He kissed her neck and he got her soft moan again. He pulled on her dress's zipper at the back of the dress, exposing her bare back. With the tip of his nose, he caressed her naked shoulder, slowly moving to the nape of her neck. She tilted her head backwards when he began to pl
Just like he came up, he was back down, between her legs, he looked at her, he thought she looked a little scared for what he was about to do to her. "I'll try to be gentle." He said in a voice she found trustworthy. He tore off her lacy underwear impatiently, just as soon as he said those words to her. After he had smelt it, satisfied he threw it to the side of the bed. "Belle." He couldn't help but call, getting more erect as he saw her exposed vagina. She just laid there watching him eat her up with his eyes. He kissed it, making her moan with a slightly louder pitch this time, she sat up again, filled with a tingling sensation but laid back down. She was trying her best to do as he said but it was hard as she could feel his warm breath down below. He kissed her there again, making her toes curl as she wriggled in bed. She couldn't take it anymore when he began sucking her pussy, it made her lose it as she moaned loudly now, she attempted pushing his head away but she was too
"Stop." He heard her say in a weak voice, he looked at her face and he saw tears in her eyes. "I can't." She placed her small hands on his noticeably broad torso in an effort to push him off her." I can't take it. It hurts." He looked into her pretty blue eyes and it occurred to him. "Are you...?" He got excited about what he was going to ask because it seemed obvious to him. "Are you a virgin?" He asked and she looked back at his staring dark eyes with her teary eyes, blinking twice without an answer. "You are." He said, now knowing. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked but all his got was a sniff from her. He caressed her face, her nose and lips reddened. "Where have you been?" He pecked her gently on the lips. "I can't stop now, if I pull out it will be more painful for you." He let her know. "Give me your hands." She did. Intertwining his fingers with hers, he held her down tightly to the bed, looking into her eyes, he thrusted fully, he watched her close her eyes in pain as she
Belle turned in the comfortable bed, which she laid in. Slowly opening her eyes, she touched around the bed for her phone as she did routinely whenever she woke up but it wasn't on the bed. With sleepiness still in her eyes, she was almost going back to sleep when she heard her phone ring loudly, forcing her to open her eyes. Looking around, she couldn't see where it was but she could hear it buzz with her ringing tone. It sounded like it was coming from the mini table sitting in the middle of two cream coloured sofas. She sighed because she knew she couldn't walk over there to get it, she felt like she was unable to walk after the early morning ended with Ben. Her legs were weak and shaky when she had walked to the bathroom to pee after the sun came out. She saw that he had left and she was glad, glad that she didn't have to face this stranger who made her cry when he sexed her, glad that she didn't have to see him again. The phone stopped ringing and she sighed once more attemp
"Belle!" Brie rushed out holding up a phone. "Belle!" Belle turned when she repeatedly heard her name been called. It was Brie calling so she stood waiting for her to cross the road and come to her, wondering why she was calling. "You forgot your phone." Brie finally got to her panting. "Oh my goodness, thanks." Belle said taking it and putting it in her purse. She was in a hell of a hurry when she left their apartment, she was almost late for her first day as an intern at the Crisp-tv media house, her email had been replied and she was informed last night that she had to begin work this morning. "Oh, no thanks, you owe me one, I'm not taking a thanks. I fucking rushed through those flights of stairs and crossed over here, not for a 'thanks' so you owe me one." Brie said finally catching her breath back. "Are you serious?" Belle asked giggling. "Don't mind me, I just wanted to be sure I could reach you to know how you would be doing today at work." Brie said laughing. "My bus.
"How would you like to interview Mr Larkson." This question made Belle's eyes widen in surprise. "Me?" "Yes, you." "You would actually trust me to do that? I just started today." "I can't really send anyone else, Mr Larkson is actually a very scary person to deal with, I mean that's what people say, that's why I wanted to do an interview with him to know if it's true but now I can't go and you seem quite fascinated to meet him, so yes, I have no other choice than to trust you right now." "You don't even know my name." Belle laughed feeling comfortable enough to say what she just said. "You are... Vera?" Laura said looking at the names of new interns on her monitor. "No." Belle giggled. "Claire?" "No." Belle shook her head. "Then you have to be Belle because that's the last female name I can see here." "Yes ma'am, I'm Belle, Belle Miller." "Okay Belle, get ready for your interview, you leave in the next thirty minutes." "Okay ma'am." "Laura, call me Laura." "Okay Laura."
"Mrs Johnson couldn't be here, she asked me to do the interview in her place." Ben felt her warm hands touch his when she shook him. So, she wasn't Mrs Johnson, he had been overthinking everything just now. He looked at her face while shaking her hands, an unnoticeable smile of relief escaping. Belle smiled back nervously still, keeping her files on one of the chairs opposite to his desk. She didn't notice Ben curving his lips. He thought she still looked beautiful with her hair poured down. "Please sit." He ushered taking his own seat, his eyes never leaving her face the whole time. She swallowed before seating on one of the two chairs opposite to him. She took out one of the papers containing Mrs Johnson's questions for the interview and took out her pen. She was trying to control her breathing before doing any questioning. She had hoped not to ever see this man in front of her but here she was about interview him. Who knew he was such an important person, she had slept with the
"You have become so rich and successful at a young age, for a business man, would you give that to luck or hard work?" She asked."Hard work. I worked hard to get to where I am today." He said with his voice full of confidence. "A lot of people work hard, everyday they try their very best but still they don't always get the reward for their hard work you know." She told him."Is that supposed to be one of the questions?""Uhm no, sorry I deviated." She shook her head."Don't apologize, thinking about it now, you are right, not many people are rewarded for their hard work, I guess luck did play a role, maybe I'm lucky enough to get the deserving reward for my hard work." He smiled."You were adopted into a wealthy family, that luck begins there, don't you think?" Her confidence was growing, she felt progressive."Believe me, it is harder having to get what you want as an adopted child to a wealthy family. You sometimes have to prove that you can be more than just that adopted child."