First kiss

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"Do you want to have a drink with me?" I questioned. 

Josh had made me have the worst birthday party of my entire life. 

He made me feel like trash in front of my workers. Like seriously! our whole years of relationship felt more like a piss joke. 

I had gotten so mad at him that I ended up fighting with him.

I have been waiting my whole life for this and unfortunately what I was expecting came in the wrong way.

"I don't love you, Cornelia. I never did." Those were words that Josh had proclaimed while my co-worker was trying to separate the two of us from killing each other. 

"Why?" I cried, placing my hands on my chest. 

"Why?" He repeated. "Have you ever reason why I have never requested sex from you?" He asked. 

"No!" I mumble. 

I had never actually thought about having sex with him, not until this very moment. 

He scuffed. "Yeah. That's right. Besides how can I possibly have sex with a fat bitch like you? You have a big stomach, you're useless, disgusting, confident in yourse..." 

I struggle to get free from my work before kicking Josh's balls before he could even complete his statement. 

"You are an asshole." I declare, before summoning up the courage to walk out of the restaurant. 

The handsome young man that's currently sitting beside me made a statement that brought me back to reality. "I don't want to! I can afford it for myself." 

I'm currently inside a club, and I refuse to head back home. 

I need some music to cool myself down, and the club comes highly recommended. 

The young handsome man who's currently sitting down beside me is fair in complexion, and he wore a white ironed long sleeve and a pair of black suit trousers. 

"Ohh!" I mumble while nodding my head. "Do you want to have sex with me?" I asked. 

The stranger was taken by surprise as he gazed at me with a look of confusion. "Excuse me." He utter while sounding irritated.

"Come on! Having sex isn't a big de..."

"Sorry! But I am married." He declares while cutting me off from completing my statement. 

"I'm sorry!" I quickly apologize, while slightly bowing down my head. 

The man rolls his eyes, as he rises from his chair.

I exhale in frustration. "Please give me another bottle of whiskey," I said to the bartender. 

This is currently my third glass of whiskey, and yet it still feels as if I haven't been drinking. 

I feel disgusted for asking a stranger for sex. Josh! Look what you make me do. 

"Can I join you?" A young handsome man asked, with his deep hypnotizing voice. 

"It would be my pleasure," I mumble. 

The young man grabbed a seat and sat down beside me. "What a nice dress." He complimented me, which made me blush. 

"My ex-boyfriend didn't notice my pretty dress," I mumble sadly 

"Well! That's his loss. Besides, you look so beautiful." He added. 

Woah! This guy is a sweet talker. I gaze at him, and to my greatest surprise, he was damn handsome. 

More handsome than the guy who I had just met earlier. 

He's fair in complexion, and he has a well-built body. 

He's currently in complete white suit wear, which gives the aura of a businessman. 

His hair is brown and neatly combed to the side. 

Beneath his long inner long sleeve, I could see his well-built chest. 

His accent is fluent and sexy. 

"Are you married?" I asked, just to make sure that I'm not flirting with a married man. 

"Huh? No, of course." He utter. "And why would you possibly think about that?" He asked. 

"The first dude who had just walked away was pissed because I said some improper shit to him, and he proclaimed that he's married." I declare. 

"Did you perhaps offer him free sex?" He asked. 

Since I still don't know his name, I'll call him Mister handsome for now. 

"Hmm... kinda," I mumble. "I didn't offer him 'Free sex' Because I'm going to pay for his service." I hate myself for being this shameless, but I'm guessing this is all as a result of the whiskey. 

We both stare at each other in total silence. "I'm Cornelia by the way," I utter, breaking off the total silence. 

"I'm...."

"Nah! You don't have to tell me your name okay. It's of no use, and I won't mind calling you Mister handsome." I said, cutting him off from completing his statement. 

"Mister handsome huh?" He mumbles while nodding his head. "Does this perhaps mean that I am more handsome than your boyfriend?" He questions. 

"You... Yes, you are way more handsome than him, and just for the record, he's my ex-boyfriend so I'm going to get over him today." 

Mister handsome scuffed, before dropping his glass of whiskey on the table. 

He turns around and gazes at me. "Do you mind if I give you a kiss?" Mister handsome asked out of the blue. 

I was taken aback, but before I was even able to answer his question, my mouth became sealed with a kiss. 

This is my very first kiss, and it was wonderful. 

He bent back my head across his arm and kissed me, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made me cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world.

I can't believe that a kiss would feel like opening up your soul, tasting feeling, and seeing every color of the rainbow in its sensual way, almost like catching a smile in a bottle, its softness, its sweetness. 

I felt as if nothing in the world exists but me and Mister handsome. 

This feels like I'm levitating off the ground floating in the air.

What I'm feeling cannot be put into words, and neither has there been any part of speech or figure of speech invented to describe it.

It's like an aphrodisiac, mixed with Pandora's box effect, fireworks glowing inside me from the touch of his lips on me.

 His insistent mouth was parting my shaking lips, sending wild tremors along my nerves, evoking sensations that I had never known I was capable of feeling. 

Butterflies seem to be threatening their way out of my stomach, and I believe they are about to pop out. 

His lips tasted like honey, and before a swimming giddiness spin me round and round, I knew that I was kissing him back.

"Hey!" Someone uttered from behind, which made me pull away, as I gazed at the person behind me. 

"Sorry for disturbing you two, but I would love to talk to the bartender in private." The average-looking man who's behind me declares. 

Me and Mister handsome rise up from our seats, and Mister handsome wraps his hands around me, as he supports me to walk because my knees feel weak. 

"Do you want to have romantic sex with me?" He suddenly asked.

I don't know what has gotten over me, but I found myself nodding my head.