Chapter 2 (Part 1)

Exhausted, I recklessly let my body fall on the soft mattress of my bed.

I just got home in my penthouse, and I'm feeling a little dizzy because of the tequila I had earlier. I didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye to my parents before leaving. Trudy sent me home, and now I have nothing else left to do.

Sleep, maybe.

I stay in my bed for a while. I closed my eyes, and was about to fall asleep. But then my phone starts to vibrate as the ringtone fills my ears.

Who the hell is calling now in such a late night?

“Damn it.” I grunted before taking my phone from my pouch and answering the call without looking who it is.

“Hello?” I sound mean more than I intended to be.

“Whoah, feisty. Please be easy on me, flower. I just missed you.”

Oh, hell. Him again. I ghosted his ass a month ago. Why is he still trying? I thought I made it clear to him that I don't want a fling or a hookup anymore.

“Vincent,” I heavily sigh. “Didn't I tell you not to reach out again? Do you want me to make it clear again?” It has only been seconds since I heard his voice yet he's already making my blood boil. He's already getting into my nerves, and I hate it so much when a male species is so hard-headed to the point that he keeps on coming back to me.

“Why are you so mean to me, flower?” I almost gagged because of his sweet voice over the phone. He's still indeed trying to have me back. But I've had enough of games and I've had enough of his perfect face.

Yeah, right. He's handsome and all; he's a supermodel and tall, but I don't want him. For me, he's just a man I met in a fashion event at Milan. He's just a man I had fun with for a couple of months.

“Let me guess why you called.” I grin and bite my lower lip as if Vincent is in front of me. “Go ahead. Why do you think I called?” He sounds like he's challenging me. He sounds like he's overconfident that I will never guess it right. “Because you couldn't find a hoe out there that feels better than me.” He goes silent over the phone for a moment. And then later, he cusses himself—proving that I'm right.

“Goddamn right, flower.”

Am I the only woman on this planet that cringe over men who love to use countless endearments? I don't have a reason why, but it's one of the things that turns me off big time.

“But what are you going to do now? I don't want to open up and let you in my life again. You can't have me anymore. How are you going to deal with it, Vincent?”

This is the problem my flings get whenever I decide to drop them and act like I never let myself be entertained by them. But to be honest, without them, my life would be so boring and I bet I'm still in the grave mourning just like what Uncle Naveen said earlier.

“Can't I just have one last night with you, Aurella?”

Oh, there goes my name. I love it when he says my name.

That's it, Vincent.

“I really missed you. I tried finding me some gorgeous hoes, but they're not enough. Women are in line for me, Aurella. But I only want you. I miss screwing you.”

Sometimes, I wonder why women are made with so much desire for men. I know men and women are made for each other. But can't women just be content with not having a man in her life? Why do we have to struggle dealing with these needs?

I need and want satisfaction from a man.

“I'm actually in your building right now, Aurella. I saw you come home late. Where were you? Club? Bar? Did you spend a night alone?”

I should be alarmed the moment that he said he's in my building right now. This man is possibly stalking me and that makes me see him as a creep. But then I realized that he's one of the models that a famous brand here in Chicago requested to have for a fashion event happening next week. So, maybe I'm wrong. He happens to be staying in the best hotel in Chicago too. And oh, I am also requested, but I need to find the energy first to attend that event.

“Alright. Come over, Vincent. One last night.”

“You won't regret it.” I know that he's grinning right now, and I can bet my whole life just to justify that I'm right.

I don't know what's happening in my head. But having Vincent for one last night is a good idea according to the back of my mind. And I also feel needy and in want of attention. Vincent did a very good job for himself.

After a few moments, I heard my doorbell rang and that alerted my system.

He's here, and I know that the moment I open the door, he's going to crash his lips against mine and start to give me exactly what I want.

I know I am going to regret this tomorrow. I just know.

While I walk to the door, I fix my dress and make sure that I look decent and hot even though I'm a little dizzy.

Or tipsy? I don't know.

I count one to three before opening the door to ready myself. And when I did, I was right.

His arms immediately wrap around my waist as his lips find their way on mine. My normal self will deny and push away the thought of me missing the way Vincent makes out with me. But right now, that thought rushes all the way up to my head as he bites my lower lip and sucks my tongue.

Oh, I miss this.

Vincent suddenly separates himself from me and then he shuts the door close. He makes sure it's locked before he looks at me again.

“Hi there.”

He definitely looks like a Greek god brought to life. Blessed with a long nose, perfectly shaped lips, and chartreuse eyes. And oh, that well-built body. That body that most women in the modeling industry want to have a taste.

“Do you want to have a drink first before we proceed on doing unholy things?” I reach for my back to unzip the dress that I'm wearing. And while doing it, I watch his eyes patiently watching every move I make. He's waiting for my dress to drop on the floor. “I don't want any drinks. I'm just here for you.” He smiles at the exact moment my dress lands on the floor.

“Ohh, no.” His breathing goes heavy and his eyes seem to be loving the view in front of him. He's not blinking. Hell, not even once. “Definitely not having any drink.” Vincent chuckles and gathers me in his arms without any hesitations. He then carries me all the way to my bedroom and my feminity feels all the excitement that he's giving me.

“I feel so needy,” It was almost a whisper, but he heard it clearly.

“Then let me give you what you want.” He settles me on my bed to start stripping off all of his clothes. My eyes feast on his heavenly body that he's willing to offer to his goddess. And when the last cloth he's wearing reaches the floor, my lips part on the sight of his shaft on its peak.

“Want him?” Vincent is obviously the one who's in control now. I can no longer fight the strong urge to push him away and cage the little slutty bitch inside me. “I do.” I nod at him as he starts to settle himself on top of me. My legs automatically wrap around his hips and he took that as a sign to take my panties off. His other hand lands on my chest and he starts to work his magic on me. He plays with my pinkish and sensitive beads as a soft moan escapes my lips. I just love it when a man knows exactly how I wanted it to be. I love it when I don't need to tell him where to touch and how to touch.

“Ooh, they fit perfectly in my hands.” Vincent continues to pleasure me on my chest. Both of his hands are now busy massaging my breasts while I'm busy arching my back in response. “Oh, Vincent.” After he's satisfied with playing with my chest, his focus drifts to my feminity and he starts to rub my clit to stimulate it more.