Chapter 02 One sinful mistake

He removed the top part of his uniform. When his shirt came off completely, his bare upper body was revealed. I didn’t expect him to have such a nice body.

His skin looked smooth, and his abs were clearly defined. I even caught myself counting them.

Six.

I felt oddly disappointed when he finally put on the oversized shirt I gave him. Suddenly, all the blood rushed to my face, making it feel hot. I lowered my head, hiding behind my hair.

What am I doing? Am I blushing?

“Uh… what do you think of my makeup?” I asked, lifting my head and trying to change the subject. “I did it myself for the first time. Does it look okay?”

He dropped his uniform clothes on the bed while staring at my face.

“It looks nice.”

“Really?” I smiled widely. “What about my lips? Does pink lipstick suit me?”

His gaze dropped to my lips. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. He quickly looked away and nodded, I wondered why he suddenly looked nervous.

“Do they look nice?” I asked teasingly. “Kissable?”

He glanced at my lips again and cleared his throat, only humming in response. I bit my lower lip to hide my smile.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Excited, I ran to open it, leaving only a small gap so the other bellboy couldn’t see Adrien. “Ma’am Cassandra, your friends haven’t arrived yet,” he informed me while handing over a large bottle of tequila.

I quickly took it.

“They told me they couldn’t come anymore. Something came up. You can go back to the reception now. I’ll be fine.”

I waved goodbye and shut the door before he could even say something and take away my tequila. I showed Adrien the bottle but he didn’t look pleased.

“Is it okay if we drink straight from the bottle? We don’t have shot glasses.”

“You won’t like the taste,” he saidsaid with finality and confidence, he seemed like he's still trying to change my mind.

“I’m sure I can handle it," I said confidently.

I happily sat on the bed and patted the space beside me. He shook his head and moved farther away.

“Sit down. What are you going to do, stand there all night?”

He looked down at the floor and sat there instead. What a stubbon boy.

"Ma’am Cassandra—”

“Call me Cassandra.”

He hesitated before saying my name.

“Cassandra.” Hearing my name in his deep voice sounded nice, the way he said it made my stomach flutter.

“Anyway, you don’t mind sharing saliva, right?”

He suddenly choked on his own saliva, covering his mouth with his elbow.

I just shrugged. "We’ll drink from the bottle.” I tried opening it but failed. My palm turned red from trying. Adrien took the bottle from me and opened it easily, then he suddenly took a long drink from it.

My eyes widened as he kept drinking like it was water. When he finally lowered the bottle, his face was red. I blinked at him and looked at the bottle. It was already halfway empty.

“Did you just try to empty the bottle? Because if you did, that was really stupid,” I said, laughing.

“I tried,” he admitted.

“Well, I’m still drinking.” I grabbed the bottle and took a small sip. The taste was strong and harsh. I hummed and took another sip, feeling the burn in my throat.

“So this is what alcohol tastes like? It’s bad… but kind of interesting.”

I tried to take a bigger drink, but he grabbed the bottle away.

“Hey!”

“Are you planning to get drunk right away?” he asked.

“I’m just making it fair!”

I fanned myself, feeling the burning sensation in my throat. “Can we just drink normally? Like actual drinking buddies?”

He stared at me for a long moment.

“Don’t worry,” I added with a smile. “I won’t tell my dad. You’re my friend now.”

Maybe I imagined it, but his expression softened slightly.

“You don’t like that idea? Celebrating my birthday with me?”

He sighed and reluctantly shook his head, probably to not hurt my feelings.

We passed the bottle back and forth until it was empty. My body felt warm, and my thoughts were becoming hazy. Eventually we both fell silent. I leaned against the bed while he remained sitting on the floor, looking tired.

I studied his face again. He was really handsome. It felt strange seeing someone like him working as a bellboy.

Closing my eyes, I reached behind my back and tried to pull down the zipper of my dress.

“I should go back to work,” he suddenly said.

I opened my eyes and saw him already standing. It was too f*cking hot in this room.

“What are you doing?” he asked when he noticed what I was about to do.

I didn’t answer immediately, my gaze lingering on his body. I slowly pulled down the zipper of my dress. He immediately looked away and grabbed his uniform from the bed. I stepped out of the dress and walked toward him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.

His body tensed. He quickly grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms away before turning to face me.

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer. My body felt warm, and my breathing was uneven. My gaze drifted to his lips. Without thinking, I stood on my toes and kissed him.

He inhaled sharply, freezing in place. His lips tasted like tequila, but they were soft. I liked the feeling. When his grip on my wrists loosened, I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep him close.

“M-Ma’am Cassandra—”

He tried to pull away, but I pressed closer. His hands moved to my waist, still trying to push me back. When I bit his lower lip, a soft sound escaped him. His grip tightened slightly. When we pulled back, we were both breathing heavily. He rested his forehead on my shoulder, his hand moving slowly along my back.

“Damn it, Cassandra…” he whispered near my ear. “I’ve been trying to hold myself back.”

Suddenly he unhooked my bra and pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me. He looked down at me, breathing hard.

Without saying anything, we kissed again—deeper this time. Our remaining clothes were quickly pulled away as our lips furiously colided, fighting for dominance.

He leaned over me, his weight a heavy, welcome pressure that made my skin hum with anticipation. His hands, once hesitant, now moved with a searing, possessive hunger as they roamed over the curves he had been trying to ignore all night.

"Cassandra," he groaned against my neck, his breath hot and ragged, "you have no idea what you’re doing to me. F*ck, you're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you."

He captured my lips again, his tongue demanding entry as he tasted the lingering tequila and a desperation that matched my own.

I arched my back, my chest brushing against the firm, smooth muscle of his chest, the sensation sending sparks through my entire nervous system.

His touch drifted lower, his fingers trailing fire along my inner thighs until he found the center of my heat, discovering how slick and ready I was for him.

A broken moan escaped me as he teased my sensitive cl*t, his movements rhythmic and relentless until I was seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.

Unable to wait another second, he positioned himself between my legs, his gaze locked onto mine with a dark, predatory intensity.

With a slow, perfect thrust, he filled me completely, his thick c*ck stretching me in a way that made my toes curl into the sheets and my eyes water from pain.

He kissed my lips, biting my lower lip and sucking as if he was trying to distract me. The pain didn't last long as he slid his c*ck slow and gentle, caressing and groping my naked body.

I gasped, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he began to move, his pace increasing from slow, deep grinds to powerful, frantic thrusts. Every lunge hit deep, sending waves of friction and electricity through my p**sy that threatened to shatter my very soul.

"G-god... Oh god... Adrien, I... Ohh..." I couldn't speak, I was a whimpering and trembling mess. It felt so amazing.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low growl as he bucked against me, his abs rippling with every heavy, wet thud of our bodies colliding.

The pleasure built into a towering, unbearable peak until I finally broke, my muscles clamping tight around him as orgasm crashed over me. I wrapped my arms around him, grinding my hips to ride it out as my legs shook and I let out a sound I couldn't believe came from me.

He let out a groan, his body shuddering as he released his warm c*m deep inside me, pinning me to the mattress under the sheer force of his climax.

We lay there for a long time, tangled and breathless, the silence of the room filled only by the frantic thumping of two hearts. The overwhelming took me by surprise, the alcohol finally taking its effects, I passed out.