4

Diana

The job offer had given me mixed feeling, on one hand I should be happy that I was getting closer to my revenge and on the other hand, I hated the fact that I had to get closer to Gaston to exact that same revenge.

It felt like going back to my own vomit and it revolted me.

I’m seated at the bar of the Swiss Hotel, I have been lodging at the hotel for a while now, waiting to get a feedback on my new apartment.

“One more shot” I tell the bartender and he mixes the drink then pours it in my glass.

I stare down at the young girls on the dance floor, dancing to their heart content, men staggering and drinking.

All I needed was something to cool my nerves, to have a good time this weekend before I begin work next week.

I scanned my eyes around the space in the VIP area, it landed on a man seated in the corner of the seat.

His face caught my attention because I knew him, for a long while.

I had a crush on him in high school, but I never got the chance to confess my feelings to him. He was from a well-to do family and I was from an average family struggling to keep their business up.

We only spoke thrice throughout high school, barely passing three sentences.

Not only was he my crush but he was also Rebecca’s. We would argue for weeks on who would get him first, neither of us did.

Rebecca only wanted him because I wanted him, it took Gaston to realize that.

His eyes fell on me like he could feel me staring at him.

I grabbed my drink and walked towards me, something I have never done before, feeling pretty confident that he won’t refuse me now.

I ran my fingers through my hair, patting it into shape, leaving behind the series of numbers and cards that men had given to me from the minute I walked into the club.

With my new face and body, I wanted more of a challenge, to go after something I never believed I could have.

“Can I join you?” I asked.

His eyes scanned me from head to toe, wondering if he should let me.

He looked different now, his usual straight hair was now curly, his jaw more defined, thick brows and broad shoulders.

Doing no justice to what he used to look like before, he grew hotter.

“Sure” he answered.

He sat in the middle of the couch, with two interconnecting chairs with it, it would be common courtesy to sit a few distance away from him but I walked right towards him.

Sat closer to him on the couch, my body pinning to his.

He didn’t show any sign of discomfort as I expected, was this the kind of woman he liked? I can see why I never stood a chance.

“Are you here with anyone?” I asked placing my glass on the center table.

“No” he shook his head.

“Why? What’s a pretty boy like you doing all alone?” I reached out and rub his arm, I didn’t expect him to be ripped but the shirt was definitely a paid actor, hiding all that beneath it.

He leaned towards me, his scent dancing in the air, fresh lemon and cocoa, a masculine scent.

He doesn’t answer my question, he just stares at my cleavage then at my thighs.

I took it as an invitation and rested my thighs on his leg, “Do you want to have a good time?” I asked, tracing my fingers around his chest.

Getting a feel of his body.

“What do you think?” he placed his thumb on my thigh and caressed it.

I smiled.

“How far are you willing to go?” I grabbed his face by the jaw turning him to face me.

Leaning closer until our lips are inches apart from each other, making him beg for me to kiss him. To yearn for a taste of my lips.

His eyes doesn’t leave my lips, he traces them, watched every silly move I make. Then I lean much closer to the point that my bottom lip grazes his before I push to the side.

“Are you sure you can handle me?” I whispered in his ears.

He kisses me on the neck, right at the spot that could make my shiver, and boy did my body shiver at his touch, in a way that I never imagined, his right hand circled around my waist, then he pulled me up until I was sitting on his legs.

“I don’t intend on being nice about it” he replies.

There was a sensation in the way he held me, like I was his, like he had been waiting for this moment.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.

He leaned closer and kissed me on the neck then down to my cleavage.

He pauses, focuses his eyes on my lips.

His left hand grazing my body, very little skin contact until they reached my neck, then he grabs it tightly, making sure I don’t escape.

His lips crash into my mine, hot and sweet, it was everything I had pictured our kiss would be in high school.

I had just lost my dominance and he was now the one in control, not a bit of Shame washed over me for kissing a man so openly in the club.

Before I knew it, we were at the hotel, barely able to close the door behind us.

He pinned me against the wall, ravaging my body with his tongue, wet, sensational.

Then he picked me up in his arms, straight to the bed where he ripped my clothes off my body.

My arms circled around his neck as he played with my body like I was his personal toy.

The rest was magical.

***

I blinked my eyes for a second, before fully opening them.

It was already morning, my body felt sore from last night, my head was resting on his chest with his arm around my body.

I slowly took his arm off then lifted my head, making sure not to make a sound to wake him.

I picked my things scattered on the floor, and wore them. Then tiptoed to the door.

“Hmm” I could him groan in his sleep before I stepped out.

Once I was out the door, I breathed out in relief.