CHAPTER ONE

He kissed me deeply while thrusting inside me. Sweat all over his body, harder, faster; his dark green eyes, which almost looked like green hazel. 

My pupils dilated while my crimson lips parted.

My dress and his clothes were scattered around the floor, while my legs curled around his waist; my hair was already a mess.

The room was filled with my soft moans as he groaned in pleasure.

 I could feel my walls tighten as I came; my nails dug into his neck as I bit my lip not to make a sound.

He cared less as he continued thrusting harder as he muttered, “fuck”, against my crimson lip, driving into me without mercy. I savoured the pleasure sting.

The wet sound of our bodies and my ass cheek smacks mixed with my moans filling the room as another orgasm surged, followed by his hot spills.

“Still so tight?” His voice croaked, his free hand tangled in my already messed hair, pulling me enough to tilt my head back.

My legs trembled around his waist as his cock twitched inside me, half hard; I could feel him leaking out of me. 

The air smelled of sex and sweat as he finally stilled, staying that way for a long time while kissing me slowly before he pulled out. I felt a sudden, aching emptiness.

 He feels so good at what he does.

He collapsed onto the bed, muttering what I didn't hear. He pulled the sheet and fell asleep.

I stared at the man beside me as my body ached from the aftermath. 

How did I turn into this? 

 My first time was given to a stranger; I couldn't even tell his name. The part that frightened me most was how I was so attracted to him. It wasn't supposed to feel natural, but it did. I pulled the cover and slept from exhaustion.

Sunlight pierced through the curtains to my face as I opened my eyes slowly. I turned to the other side of the bed, but the sheets were already cold and empty. 

I froze.

He left without a note, nothing at all, as if the night was just my imagination; nothing except the aching down there could even prove yesterday's incident.

 A sense of relief washed over me, but I still felt a sink inside.

I frowned, pushing myself upward.

One reckless night with a nameless man meant nothing; at least it shouldn't.

I stopped in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My hair was a mess.

After years of careful reservation, always thinking before I acted, just last night changed everything.

I sighed, looking away. Maybe he regrets sleeping with me.

Wait, why should I even care? I didn't even know him, nor were we dating, nor had we made promises to each other.

But then, it all feels so strange.

I put on my dress, ran my fingers through my messy hair, reached for my bag and looked back at the room.

I muttered, “Hope never to see you again, stranger,” and left the room.

The cool air hit my skin as I stepped outside, and I released my breath. 

Maybe when I got home, I could no longer think about last night. 

 I walked towards the road raising my hand to flag a car. 

My phone rang.

I stared at the number that appeared on my screen.

The last person I wanted to talk to right now.

I sighed as I answered reluctantly.

“Hello, Mom.”

“Nyla”. Her voice softened. “Where are you?”

“ I went to grab some stuff”, I lied without a care.

“Good, I want us to meet up.” 

“Mom, I'm not free; maybe some other time.” I frowned.

“I know, but I need to see you.” She said in a hushed tone.

“ Mom, can't it wait till tomorrow?”

There was a brief silence on the other end, then she said, “No, please, Nyla, there's someone I want you to meet.”

“Someone?” I raised my brows, 

“You'll know when you get here.” She said,

Before I could say another word 

 The line went off.