Chapter 1

Arthur’s POV

Bella arrives at the bar, ordering a strong drink. A mixture of whiskey and vodka and she downs the drink immediately, rushing into the crowd to dance. She’s swaying her hips, hands in the air and she moves deliciously well and it's not a surprise when she gets people's attention. A man in a leather jacket and pants, with a white shirt underneath the jacket stands behind her. She turns to the man, her brown orbs glistening with mischief and she leans into the man's touch, pressing back on his body to seek friction.

She wants to ignore whatever voice in her head telling her not to do something stupid but stupid is fun, stupid feels good, it feels amazing to make bad decisions. When you make bad decisions, half of the time, they are things you badly want to do so why not finally do them and think about the consequences later. That's exactly what she wanted to set her mind on and it was working perfectly for her so far seeing there was a hunk of a man behind her, pressing into her and she was doing likewise and God- does he smell unbelievably good.

The aspect of her not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to a specific person because they hated her. They didn't outrightly say it but she knew the hated her. Their actions proved it every time. The way they spoke to her, looked at her, treated her and things they expected from her. It was as clear as the day that they wanted nothing to do with her but it was her life, she was stuck with it and she couldn't leave. At least not until after two more dragging years that she genuinely couldn't wait for it to happen.

She's  tried to give herself the pleasure she deserves by touching herself, using her numerous toys that she buys whenever she has a chance but none of them does it for her the way she wants. She knows it’d be so much better to have another person, touching her and making her feel good and that’s exactly what she desires but her husband—the man is just a no no. He's a lost cause

"You seem pretty drunk." The man says into her ear, in a low dangerous tone and she shudders.

"I'm not drunk, yet.” Bella says and it's true, she just had one glass so she's pretty stable.

She starts dancing on the man, casually grinding against him and the man's big hands crowd her small waist, pulling him closer to his hard body.

"Did you come here alone?" The man asks, it's a whisper, but loud enough for Bella to hear since the loud music wasn't helping matters.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"I don't think someone as pretty as you should be in a place like this, alone. You might get groped.”

"What are you doing then?" Bella says with a mischievous smile, looking down at the man's hands around her waist. "Look, your hands are around my waist and you're pulling me so close to your body."

"Oh, sorry. I just thought you were in the mood to dance:"

Bella turns around so she's facing the man and she smiles sheepishly.

"You're handsome." She tells the man, tracing her fingers on the man's sharp jaw and she gulps, her eyes dragging towards the man's lips before dragging her gaze back to the man's body.

The man's body is unbelievably hard and Saint knows just how firm and hard the man's chest is, he was pressed flushed against it a while ago. She wondered what his name was, what he'd feel like if she touched him too while he touched her. What he looked like naked, body hard. What his face looked like from feeling pleasure. Did he look a certain way when he was enjoying himself sexually? How does he enjoy sex? Did he act a certain way while he was fucking someone. Was he considered of the other person's own pleasure during sex? She wanted to know, so badly that she knew if she shamelessly kept staring at him, the already wet pool in her underwear would get worse.

"What about you, are you here alone?"

"Yes, angel.”

Bella giggled at the name of endearment, pressing herself closer to the man's body.

Bella suddenly stands on her toes so she’s able to reach the man's ears and she whispers, "Can I let you in on a secret?" She says to the man and the man in response, nods at her.

"Okay, I haven't had sex in three years and I’m crazy horny." 

The man blinks at her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watches her, grinning happily after telling one of her secrets to a stranger.

"Angel, did you cry before coming here?" The man asks and Bella blinks, reaching to feel her damp cheeks that's stained with tears.

"Sorry.”

"No, it's fine. I just noticed your dried tears, you're still pretty."

"Thank you."

Bella wonders how long the man has been staring at her face to have noticed her dried tears when the neon lights in the room barely lets anyone see anything.

"Why haven't you had sex in three years?" The man asks with a smile, steadying one of his hands on her hips and the other on her waist.

"It's nothing but ughm-" Bella doesn't finish because her favorite song comes on and she’s yelling and starts dancing and the man in front of her just chuckles.

Bella turns her back on the man and starts dancing on him, in a way that has the man's head spinning with intense lust.

"How do you move like that?" The man asks, tucking his face in her neck and she giggles at the action, it's just a bit ticklish but she likes the feeling of the man's warm breath on her skin and he's glad the man doesn't smell like cigarettes or alcohol.

"I used to be a contemporary dancer in middle school, I’m pretty flexible too." 

"Yeah?" The man questioned with raised eyebrows.

"Mhmmm."

"Angel, turn around and face me.”

Bella obliges, she’s still surprised that she’s letting this man hold her waist and it's been ten minutes or even more and he's not complaining, she likes how it makes her feel.

"Are you sure you're okay?" The man asks and Bella nods. Her hand goes around the man's neck this time to guide his face down, towards hers, their face barely inches apart and she deeply sighs.

"I'm okay, just really horny. Do you think we can leave here and go somewhere else?" 

The man blinks at Bella’s request. He's not surprised at her request, a lot of girls tend to approach him to talk about things like that, but he was surprised that she wanted him. He's not ugly, he knows that but she's just unbelievably gorgeous that he'd think she'd want someone else and not him but little did he know that to Bella, it didn't really matter because she would've said the exact same thing to any charming man that approached her tonight because she only wanted one thing and she swore she was gonna get it.

Sex.

She wanted Sex, nasty and messy. The type that leaves you drained for a whole week, the type that makes your bones and muscles hurt, the type that leaves you questioning your whole existence sometimes as to why you're not currently with that person, head lulled to the side while they give you neck kisses. She wanted the type of sex that left you feeling high, codeine level of high. The type of sex that milks you, the type of sex that has yoy groaning every second when they're not there with you, doing what they do best which is fucking your melted brain out. The type of sex that leaves you wet jusg by having back flashes of it. The type of sex that has you driving to their place for more by 3am to get more and more and more and more until your body can't handle anymore. She wanted that kind of sex from any man willing to indulge her. She would worry about the consequences later.

The consequences involved a lot of things, things she wasn't ready for, things that would not just affect her alone but people around her. She needed to stop and think about her actions but she was too sexually frustrated to even bother thinking things through. She needed some sort of escape from life, from her sad life, from the reality she found herself in. She needed to let loose, she needed to have some kind of relief and she knew she'd get it with this man and she wasn't going to fuck it up, at least not yet.

"Are you drunk?"

"No, I swear swear, I’m not drunk. I'm very sober and I can tell that my head is gonna start spinning if I stay here any longer so—so can we go somewhere else, please?"

"Okay, yeah, let's go.”

The mysterious man ends up driving Bella’s car since he didn't come out with his own and he's driving to his house. Bella is sober, looking out the window and counting the billboards she sees and she thinks most of them keep looking at her as they drive away from the scene.

The man glances at her and wonders just how sad she is, how bad she wants to get away from whatever is troubling her and following a stranger home, someone she doesn't know and doesn't bother to ask questions about where they're heading to.

They arrive at the man's house. It's a friendly duplex painted a light shade of blue and white speckles at certain places. The street light surrounding the house is on and it's the only house visible in the area.

The man gets out of the car and opens the passenger door for Bella who thanks her and follows the man behind as they make their way into the house. While inside, Bella doesn't bother looking around the house but she can tell the man lives alone. The house is way too neat and she thinks the man might be—

"Angel, do you want anything to drink?" The man interrupts her thoughts and she snaps her attention back to the man.

Bella smiles at the man, enjoys the pet name more than she thought she would.

"A glass of water will do." She tells the man, grabbing her phone and shutting the device off.

The man hands her the cup of water and Bella chugs the whole thing down, setting the cup on the table and stepping closer to the man.

"We're here for a reason, right?" She asked him. The man smiles in response, caressing the side of her face and she nuzzles the man's palm.

"What reason would that be?" The man asks in a dangerous low tone, keeping his eyes on Bella’s flushed cheeks.

"I want you to make love to me, is that okay with you?. I know we're strangers and it's just going to be a one time thing. I can't—I don't think I can go another day without being touched the way I want to be touched and desire."

Make love to you?. The man says in his head, imagining Bella being into vanilla sex and all.

"Are you sure you're not drunk?"

"No, I’m really not drunk and I know what exactly what I’m asking for.”

"When you said to make love to you, you mean you're into vanilla sex?"

"I guess, that's mainly the kind of sex I’ve always had except that I haven't slept with anyone in three years."

The man takes her hand, leading her upstairs and her stomach twists with excitement and maybe nervousness. They walk into a room and the man shuts the door.

"Sit down for me, Angel."

Bella does, watching the man in anticipation as he gets rid of his jacket and his shirt.

Bella swallows at the sight of the man's body, the chest, his chiseled abs and he wonders why he doesn't have tattoos because they'd look so great on that beautiful body. The man steps forward, crowding Bella’s smaller body and Saint leans back a bit so the man is hovering over him.

"Are you sure about this?. We can just watch a movie and I’ll drive you back to your place."

"No, I’m sure. Please. " Bella  begs, her eyes staring down at the man's rosy lips.

"But I’ll have to warn you, I don’t make love, I fuck, hard. " The man says before crashing his lips on Bella’s pink ones.