Chapter 5 Mr Knowles Part 3

(Mr Knowles Part 3)

Devante's had the best Philly cheese steak sandwich in the city and Grayson was glad Kathleen showed him the wonderful restaurant which almost left him breathless, she was a full bred New Yorkian considering the way she spoke about knowing all the hidden gems in the city unlike him who just fully relocated a year ago and traveling out consistently.

They both shared a sandwich and another shot of vodka which almost knocked her out but she remained strong, he was actually baffled and impressed at the same time with the way she was able to hold her alcohol—it was fun drinking with a woman who wasn't knocked out by the third glass of Martini.

Occasionally they both sent sultry glances at each other and Kathleen knew he wanted her, she wanted him too and going home with strangers on the first night wasn't her thing but Mathew Knowles was special—something about him sparked a flame inside which she didn't even know existed in the first place.

Finally he mustered up enough courage after an excruciatingly painful silence, ‘So can I still take you up on that offer?'.

‘It depends', she nipped on her bottom lip and then laughed nervously as she felt woozy, ‘I usually don't do things like this'.

‘We're both single I mean....'

She laughed again, ‘Wait you're single?? I thought you were a married man!!'.

‘Do I look like a married man?? is it the shirt??'. He joined in the joke.

She nodded, ‘Yeah it's the shirt'.

‘Dang it!'. He feigned disappointment and they both bursted into immense laughter again. Then they both fell silent and she saw that look in his eyes again, the warmth in them were met with the same fire in her eyes and she felt a lump form in her throat when he extended a hand towards her and lift her up to stand.

This was it Kathy, she told herself as he ushered her into his car which was in no way modest and if he was trying to come off as middle class income then he was failing miserably. The ride to his hotel was the most perverse experience she had to go through as she found her insides in all sorts of mess, her mind said one thing but her urges said another right until they got to the building.

There it was—the central grand hotel which was deemed one of the biggest buildings in the world, a room alone cost more than her yearly savings combined and she waited patiently as Mathew Knowles talked with the receptionist.

’You sure took your time over there'. She drawled and he placed a hand over her waist which made her gasp.

‘Let's go shall we??'.

‘The elevator to the rooms is that way'. She said as they were going in the wrong direction.

He smiled again, ‘Ohh we're not going to any of those rooms'.

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Kathleen almost squealed when he mentioned booking a suite instead, the cost alone could change her life forever but all that went down the drain when Mathew grabbed a hold of her, pinning her to the private elevator wall and rained down. She almost found herself breathless as he kissed her without decorum, his lips felt so fierce and powerful...so good too as she could still taste the tartness of the vodka they shared an hour ago.

She dug her fingers into his hair,parting her lips even wider and making him even more excited as she was the kind of woman he liked—one who wasn't shy and knew what she wanted....she wasn't a clueless damsel, she knew she wanted what he has to give and he sure did have a lot.

At this moment he was no longer a gentleman, he wasn't the charming Mr Knowles but a totally different person. He couldn't help himself just being in a cube and not being able to do anything, she was so beautiful and all he wanted was to kiss the lipstick she had on away which he held until he finally snapped.

The elevator door finally opened to the suite he ordered to be prepared for him and he hunched Kathleen up on his waist, hurling her purse across the room and straight onto the chest drawer next to the bed.

He couldn't get enough of her, something about this woman was driving him crazy, ways in which Charisse could never. She was a burst of freshness which he needed in his sexual life, one who received and gave too which made it all the more exciting. He finally broke away from her lips which took a lot of courage as all he wanted was to drink from the sweetness her mouth had to offer.

She released a moan as he worshipped her neck with soft kisses and felt his hand go all the way back to her zipper, at this point she didn't care if he was a stranger or not—he was a man who knew how to pleasure a woman, and she was a woman who was in dire need of good pleasuring.

Not like she was celibate, her illicit affair with Jake Coleman had a lot of sex in it, boring sex to be precise as he wasn't a man who was into foreplay and just went straight into action—she enjoyed it, most of the time but it didn't make her want to explode with the way Mathew Knowles was making her feel right now.

She also helped in taking his shirt off and he was a man adorned with tattoos which took her by surprise from the dazed expression plastered on her face, he looked like a responsible citizen but with his shirt off and the beautiful mural of a Chinese dragon on his back a couple few writings on his chest....he was in no way a responsible and upstanding citizen.

‘Whoa'. She laughed softly as the alcohol was starting to kick in more.

He looked down at his chest and smiled, ‘Well I've made a lot of choices I'm not proud of'.

‘You should be', she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck to reel him down for a kiss, ‘You are one interesting man Mathew Knowles'.