Chapter 2

Marie

I snorted in a not-so-lady-like way and snatched the glass, downing the liquid in one go. “For happiness? I’ll take four more please.” 

He chuckled, and then slid into the seat opposite me with ease that was purely sinful. “You seem to be enjoying yourself, the perfect company I’m looking for in this dull establishment.” His baritone voice caused rumbles inside me.

It was my turn to throw my head back and laugh. “If you call this enjoyment, then it’s either you’re blind or you’ve done this more times than I could count, or you don’t know the meaning of the word enjoyment.”

He leaned forward, eyes twinkling with amusement. “And which do you think is it?”

I studied him. There was something alluring about him, something I couldn’t place my finger on. “I think you’re blind, because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be at my table right here right now,” I threw her hands in the air. “I’m literally alone, by myself. You should talk to someone else before I bore you to death.”

He sat back. “Your laugh. It called me to you.” His eyes watched me darkly and with curiosity. “I can go away right now if you want me to, but I don’t want to. So which is it?”

“Whatever,” I gulped down more beer, enjoying the increasingly woozy feeling that was beginning to feel like the place was spinning. “You live here? Or you’re one of those tourists? Though from your appearance I can tell you’re definitely a stranger. What brings you to this fucking dump of a town?”

He laughed again and it was sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “Nice one,” mirth danced about in his eyes, on his face. “You’ve managed to make me laugh three times this night. Anymore and I would have to take you away with me.” His voice dropped into a low sexy rumble. He leaned forward. “I’m a jealous man you see.”

My heart fluttered, heat creeping up to my cheeks. I tightened my legs together. “It’s going to cost you,” I responded mimicking Donna’s sultry tone. “I’m an expensive woman.” 

“If that was your attempt to scare me away, I’m pleased to tell you that it was unsuccessful.” He turned open his half bottle of brandy and poured into his glass. That was when his sleeve rolled up and I caught a glint of his wrist watch. Uninterested, I looked away.

“You don’t laugh much?” I raised a questioning brow. “You got a medical condition or something?”

He froze, intense eyes boring into mine that for a moment I felt under his spell. I gave myself a firm mental shake and broke eye contact, taking a tiny sip of beer this time. “I haven’t smiled or laughed in a week now,” his words held bitterness in them. “I lost my dad.”

My eyes softened. “I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I have a shitty father. I wish he were dead. In fact, I don’t even know where the fuck he is right now,” I paused. “I can tell you loved yours.”

It was strange how I was easily having a conversation with someone I had met before now. Someone whose name I still don’t know.

“Look, how about we go somewhere else,” he suggested while glancing at his watch. “You seem to know this place very well, so take me to some cool spots. I promise to take you home no matter how late.”

I dragged my gaze to meet his eyes. Under normal circumstances I should’ve walked away, said no. But I felt pushed, felt challenged to do something out of character for a change, to have few hours of being with this stranger who had no idea that my mum was critically sick.

I shrugged noncommittally. “Okay fine. But bills on you since I’m your escort.”

~~~

The kiss was urgent and demanding. Now you might be wondering why I’m kissing this hot stranger I just met this night? I had no idea myself, but I wasn’t regretting it.

Somehow we had landed in his hotel room, me against the wall, our mouths locked together as we devoured each other. I was hot and needy, my panties soaked, but it wasn’t enough –I wanted more.

“Rick please,” I whimpered against his mouth as he lifted my both my legs up pinning them on both sides of his hips, giving me that extra height to come face to face with him. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth with skill, passion, undiluted lust. He tasted like sin, brandy and dirty promises. 

I moaned loudly when he rocked against me, moving his hips against my very middle and sending hot jolts of tingles through me. His thick erection grinding against my pulsing clit through my very soaked panties, while still assaulting my mouth with his tongue felt like heaven. I didn’t want it to fucking stop, we couldn’t end it here.

“Fuck me,” desperation and lust was never a good combination. “I want to..I want..” my words faded into whimpers, digging my nails into his back as he moved his hips in that sexy manner I wanted urgently inside me.

“Say please for me baby,” his hot breath fanned my face as he slanted his head, leaning into the nape of my neck and sucked that sensitive spot that made me loose every fiber of sanity left.

I gasped as I arched my back in pleasure and squeezed his shirt against his chest. “Fuck me,” I breathed out. “Please. Now.”

Within a matter of seconds, we were hot and naked, a tangled mess on the sheets. “You’re so beautiful.” Rick’s lustful eyes swept through my body like I was fucking art. His powerful muscled body over me made my pussy dance with anticipation. I wanted this. I wanted him. And I wanted him now.

As if he sensed my thought, he adjusted his position and mine, balancing until he was in between my legs with his perfect and beautifully thick cock angled against my pussy entrance.

When he pushed inside me, it was slow and careful. I bit my back a moan, eyes rolled back, nails digging forcefully into his perfectly muscled toned back as every of my senses were filled with delicious pleasure. He was so fucking big. So perfect. 

His next thrusts were nothing like the first; they were that of a man with burning desire, they were that of a starved man. 

Urgent. Deep.

 I couldn’t think properly, my brain had turned to mush; my cries and loud moans had melted into quiet whimpers and squeals.

Over and over Rick fucked me mercilessly until my body froze and a powerful orgasm tore through me like lighting. He didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to, and at the end I couldn’t count how many times we had both came.

It took me few seconds after opening my eyes to realize where I was. The sex-high had died, urgent and pressing matters overwhelmed my mind now. My mum. Surgery money.

Carefully, I rolled away from the embrace of the man who had fucked me like a slut and yet, there was that tenderness to how he had looked at me, how he had cuddled me post-sex, playing with my hair until we had both fallen asleep. 

But it was just a one night. One night of pleasure, of being someone else. And that night had ended, leaving just the guilt that while my own mother struggled with her life in the hospital, I was having the best sex of my life. 

I got down from the bed, and glanced around until my eyes landed on Rick’s wristwatch on the side table. 

As I reached for it to check the time, I was stunned by how beautiful the golden watch looked. How expensive it felt. It was Rolex.

I glanced at the powerful horse of a man sprawled on the king-size bed and then at the wrist watch, my mind racing with possibilities, with quick calculations. If I sold this watch, would the money be enough to pay for the surgery? Could I live with the guilt that I’d stolen from this stranger?

He stirred, triggering my decision that instant. My heart pounded in my chest while I quietly dressed, not taking my eyes off him. At last, I slipped the watch into my pocket and tiptoed to the door. 

“I’m sorry,” I looked over my shoulder and whispered, meaning every word with everything in me. 

And then I slipped through his room door, and ran. To save my mother.