Chapter 3

ARLETTE’S POV

I am stirred awake by the steady thumping of a strong heartbeat beneath my head, but I refuse to let myself think it could be true. The rich manly fragrance of clean skin and fresh linen fill my nostrils. It was the soft hair beneath my cheeks that startled me first, and then, how huge his arms felt wrapped around me.

Opening my eyes, I push my head back to stare at a man looking back at me, his sleepy hair dark brown and a pair of intense amber eyes. A strong and chiseled cheekbones framed his face, yet, what caught my attention was the darked rimmed glasses sitting perfectly on his strong sharp nose.

He kept a well-shaved beard and... fuck! I was gaping at him.

“Good morning, Red. Done staring yet?” he asks and I felt a shiver run down my spine from his morning voice.

As if cold water had been splashed on me, realization comes dawning. I am in a room and on a goddamn bed with a stranger.

Gasping, I pull away from him and I notice that I am not in my clothes but in a hoodie, probably this freak’s own.

“No! God No!” I cry out repeatedly staggering backwards until there was no longer space to run to, thus, causing me to crash on my ass on the tiled floor.

“Oww! Owww!” I blabber as tears cloud my eyes.

It doesn’t take long for this man to slip out of the bed and fuck it, he is so tall. His hovering figure loomed above me, no less a 6’3 man. Infront of my tiny 5’1, yeah, he was a giant.

“Careful, Red, you are going to hurt yourself,” he says frowning as he reaches out to touch me.

Images of my father always hitting me comes rushing through my mind and out of habit, I throw my hands on my face as if to protect myself from the blow.

When the stranger pauses, his tactical eyes roaming through my stance, I feel my cheeks burn with humiliation.

‘What were you thinking, you idiot, No one is asshole like Daddy.’ I mentally bash myself.

“I am fine, I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be fucking strangers and losing my virginity without remembering a damn thing. Fuck it...” I trail when the man’s eyes harden, pining me to place.

The silence was uncomfortable; it is already bad that I don’t know if I messed up an opportunity that was supposed to be memorable for me.

“What? I didn’t use you to lose my virginity card Okay? It's not like you didn’t have an itch to scratch as well,” I spit out then realizing how stupid I just sounded.

The man helps me to my feet his face hiding any emotion he had to show off and that pissed me off. I truly screwed them up. I know I shouldn’t be staring hard, but this man is only in

“You should head home now, I’ve got places I need to be,” he says his voice cold and assertive.

I feel a stray tear rolling down my cheek and I wipe it off immediately as I rush to grab my clothes. I didn’t even know this man’s name, and it should end here, but I needed to hurt him, to bruise his ego or something.

So, I walk to him as he stands facing the garden through the bedroom window.

“I guess I should have screamed louder last night, or you should have done a great job fucking me like a real man,” I rage bait and walk pass him.

From bad habits, I turn around while flipping him. To my utter shock, I find him staring at me as he scowls, before closing the distance between us.

On second I’m standing there in the middle of the room with my middle finger pointing upwards and the next second, I am being hauled off the ground and thrown to the bed with my face on the sheets, causing my ass to inch out of the massively huge pullover.

The man’s hand is around my neck and panic grip me. Fear from all the times Daddy choked me, I realize I can’t breathe.

“Breathe Red. I am not suffocating you,” I hear the calmness voice pierced through my ears as I realize that he was indeed not trying to make me pass out.

Nodding, I wait for him to realize his hold on my neck but it doesn’t come. Rather, he speaks out, that reach voice stirring something between my legs.

“Look on the damn bed, Red. Do you see any blood? Any at all?” he asks his voice a controlled chaos.

Searching, I don’t see any blood on the clean white bedsheets. I shake my head.

“But... but... I have never had sex before,” I cry out knowing I have never fooled around with a man before.

I feel the man’s hand press against my thigh as he finds my pussy covered in my lacy panties.

“Tell me Red, does this pussy feel sore? Because if I had fucked you, my little butterfly, you would have woken up with no piece of clothing on you, and drenched to your bones with my fucking cum.” he grits out his lips plastered against my ear as he deliberately uses the heel of his palm to rub on my pussy.

“If you didn’t... then why... uhm...” I stutter feeling every emotion this man is creating with his hands on me.

“Because your drink was spiked last night and you almost followed the wrong group of men home,” he states picking pace with his strokes.

He had found a rhythm, and I was loving it.

“You saved me? Is that it?” I ask, looking back to stare at him.

There was a light in this man’s eyes, hidden behind those glasses, and it pissed me off to not know if it was lust or disgust.

“I would content myself with a thank you, but I want you to cum on my hands for flipping me off,” he says his voice a steady command.

Parting my lips to argue, I find myself moaning to the tempo that had built up between my legs. White stars dart my vision as I feel something unlocked inside me.

The gush of warm liquid streaking down my knees makes me gasp out in shock.

“Fucking Son of a gun,” I cuss out as my chest heaves out and the man’s hand releases my neck.

I sulk in the fresh air, grateful for it while I feel the huge man side out of me.

“Lock the door when you leave, I have somewhere important to be at right now,” he says and slides into his clothes and go.

For a whole damn minute, I felt like I was still dreaming. The sound of my phone ringing causes me to rush for it and I see Charlie’s name on it.

“Fuck me!” I sigh out the words in frustration.