CHAPTER 4

(MR. DAMON’S POV)

“...Whoa, whoa, whoa, cool down. What do you mean you can’t reach Halle?” I answered, growing genuinely worried as I spoke to Alix—my girlfriend and Halle’s big sister.

“I’ve been trying to call her since 11:00 PM, and she hasn’t responded. It’s 2:30 AM, and she still hasn’t called back! She’s supposed to text me the second she reaches the party, and I told her not to fucking drink and—” Alix answered, practically screaming through the receiver. “I hope she’s okay… I’m scared, Char. Please, could you help me locate her? I don't know, call her friends or just do something, Char,” she begged, her voice thick with panic and desperation.

“Cool down… okay? I believe she’s okay, but you mentioned a party. Y’know what? I’ll text some people and see what’s going on,” I reassured her, keeping my voice steady.

“Okay, babe. Just help me find her. I love you,” Alix said, sounding slightly grounded.

“I love you too,” I said just before the line went dead.

Grunting as I pushed myself up from my bed, I checked the time on the large wall clock in my apartment. It was almost 3:00 AM. The place was a comfortable rented space featuring a master-sized bed, several ambient lamps, and a massive television set I’d scored at a discount two months ago. The school's lounge for lecturers isn't somewhere I'll be caught dead in, so I had to get an apartment.

Who should I text now? I thought, just as an idea popped into my head.

*****

I had been right on the cusp of finishing my final exams before becoming a full-time lecturer when I first met Alix through one of my old buddies, Banny. Back then, she was still working as a waitress at a street café before landing her current agent job at the insurance firm. Banny had insisted we would make a great couple, describing her as everything his wife wasn't. While I didn't care for his condescending remarks or the heavy-handed matchmaking, I decided to take a chance on a lucky Saturday after a grueling, brain-melting session of string theory lessons with a few older professors at a conference meeting.

When I stepped into the small café, I hadn't even fully settled into my seat before she walked over to our table. I could swear my heart dropped right into my stomach.

She was breathtaking.

Curly brown hair that rested softly against her shoulders; the kind of perfectly rounded, full bosom that could make any grown man lose his composure in mere seconds; a dazzling set of teeth that made her smile feel like magic; and flawless, spotless skin.

“Hey… what would you like to have? We have lots of daily specials,” she had asked happily. But I wasn't really registering the specific words coming out of her mouth—I was too busy getting lost in the sweet melody of her voice and staring hungrily at her face.

She must have noticed the way I was ogling her because she cleared her throat, instantly pulling me back to reality. “Yeah… I’ll have whatever your best special is,” I answered sheepishly.

“Okay, coming right up!” she responded with a bright giggle before turning and walking away.

After that brief introduction, I made it a point to stop by the café after every single one of my exams, and we gradually struck up a conversation. We exchanged contacts within a few days, and I quickly learned she was seeing some guy at the time.

It didn't take long for her to drop him when things naturally began to heat up between us.

I’m no slouch myself. Standing at six-foot-four, my friends like to joke that I’m close to Ryan Gosling in the looks department. I’m well-built, young, and I know damn well how to fuck. I’ve had women fall head-over-heels for me after a single interaction.

Fast forward: Alix and I had gone out to a night bar for drinks with Banny and a few other friends to celebrate my exam results coming in that very morning—I’d passed with top honors and officially secured my position as a lecturer.

Alix and I had both downed enough shots to get a nice, heavy buzz going, leaving us delightfully tipsy yet acutely aware of each other. She had given me a subtle, burning look and signaled for me to follow her toward the restrooms.

I waited a beat before slipping through the heavy door, scanning the dimly lit hallway of people making out until I spotted her standing by the sinks. We closed the distance instantly, locking eyes with a raw, consuming desire. Alix pressed her hands flat against my chest, her fingers tracing slow, imaginary circles over my taut pectoral muscles.

“I don’t think I’ve properly celebrated your results yet,” Alix had murmured, her voice dripping with a sultry, lingering tension that sent an immediate jolt of heat straight to my groin.

“You haven’t,” I replied, my voice dropping an octave as I stepped in close, trapping her against the counter until I could feel the intoxicating heat radiating from her petite frame.

Alix wasn't a short woman—she stood a solid five-foot-six or slightly more—yet I still towered over her, looking down into her dilated eyes.

“Show me how I should, then,” she whispered.

With lightning speed, our mouths collided. We crashed together, kissing with a desperate, frantic passion. I cupped her face in both hands, devouring her lips as her hands slid down from my chest, mapping my abs before closing firmly around the thick, heavy bulge swelling inside my jeans.

She let out a sharp gasp as her hand gripped me right through the denim. Women were always caught off guard by my sheer size. My hands immediately dropped from her face, sliding down to cup her heavy breasts, squeezing and kneading them through her top as she let out a soft, melodious moan that made my head spin. I trailed hot, bruising kisses down her neck, carefully backing her up against the cool wall of the restroom.

I hiked her skirt up around her waist, my lips migrating from her throat down to her collarbone while my hand slid shamelessly beneath her clothes.

She was soaking wet, slick, and completely desperate for me. My first two fingers slid right inside her tight, hot channel with effortless ease. She gritted her teeth, throwing her head back against the tiles while her free hand clawed tightly into my shoulders. I curled my fingers inward, stroking her slick walls as she began to tremble, her face twisting into those irresistibly cute, abandoned expressions that drove me wild.

I pulled my fingers out, instantly flicking her swollen clit while dipping my head down to suck greedily on her nipple through the fabric. Then, I shoved my fingers back inside with a hungry thrust—three fingers this time, effectively finger-fucking her as she bit down hard on her lower lip, muffled moans spilling from her mouth.

“I need you inside me, Char… oh, fuck,” she panted, clinging to me. She always liked using my full name—Charles—but hearing her gasp out Char like that completely undid me.

“Are you sure?” I murmured against her skin, pressing a trail of hot kisses down her neck.

“Yes, Char. Please.”

I unbuckled my belt with fumbling haste, popping the button and yanking my jeans down past my hips. I freed my heavy, throbbing cock from my boxers, and Alix immediately wrapped her hand around the shaft, her fingers barely able to span its width. She let a thick string of drool slip from her lips down onto the head, looking up at me with absolute adoration in her eyes as she stroked me and fondled my heavy balls. The sight of her worshiping me like that pushed me past the edge.

Without another warning, I grabbed her by the hips, turned her roughly around, and slammed her flush against the tile wall. I arched her back, aligning myself at her entrance, and pushed forward—

C!R!E!E!K… R!I!I!I!P!