Chapter 3

May

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, I stirred from my slumber, my head throbbing with the remnants of a wonderful dream. My thoughts were a jumble, a mix of heartache and a whirlwind of emotions.

The dream was so dramatic and tragic, the bar, the laughter, and the conversations and the emotions—all of it felt like a distant dream, yet oddly vivid. And what a hot dream it was.

I stretched and yawned, with my eyes still closed, struggling to piece together the fragments of the past hours. The pounding headache in my head made me decide to take things slow.

Saints, I really need to get ready for class, I have Mrs Suzy for first period and she doesn't take it lightly with latecomers. I do not want to add detention on my perfect record. So I forced my eyes open, it felt like it was glued shut. I sleepyly look around, searching for my phone on my bedside table. It was then I realized I wasn't in my room. I tell myself not to panic, The room I found myself in was far removed from my dimly lit, cozy pink room. It was elegant, bathed in soft, warm lighting, white everywhere and exquisitely furnished.

How did I end up here? Turning to the other side of the bed, my heart did a somersault as I realized I wasn't alone. Panic surged through me as I took in the sight of a warm, unfamiliar body beside me.

My eyes darted around the room, scanning every detail as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Questions swirled in my mind, a whirlwind of uncertainty. OMG. How did I get here?, where is here?.

The dream came rushing back; Ben and Patricia,The dive bar, the dimly lit streets, and the shock, pain and grief that had driven me there all felt worlds away. Not a dream. That actually happened.

Wait, if the dream was actually real then?

I turned my attention back to the man lying beside me, his features now illuminated by the soft morning light. It was him, the stranger from the bar, Blue eyes. Those same piercing, beautiful blue eyes that had drawn me in the previous night now gazed back at me. I am momentarily distracted by how beautiful his eyes look from this close, framed by full lashes that I that is a girl don't even have.

Hold on!

The realization hit us both simultaneously, and the room seemed to hold its breath as our gazes locked.

What was this? How had we ended up here? The questions ricocheted through my mind as the truth settled in. I peek under the blankets to confirm that I am naked. I am naked because in the dream I had hot, hard, sweaty, hair pulling and loud sex with this stranger.

I screamed.

The sound, a raw and unfiltered release of my shock, echoed through the room, shattering the silence that had enveloped us. My heart raced, and the world spun around me as I grappled with the reality of the situation. What was I thinking? How could i? With a stranger. I don't even remember his name for christsake .

I look at my naked body under the blanket and I look back at him. That ebony hair, the handsome face, the picture worthy smile, oh and that deep voice. I remember, all right.

His blue eyes gleaned with amusement, "Good morning Princess."

I slap my hand on my mouth, his voice sounds even sexier than it did last night. And here I was hoping it was an effect of the drink. I stare in shock, speechless.

"Nothing to say?" He flipped the covers revealing his boxers. "A big difference from last night."

I choked, "Last night?"

"You do not remember?" His brows dip.

"What exactly happened last night?" I stammered. Though I remembered, I just have a few blank spaces.

"You do not remember meeting me?"

"I do." I rushed to add. "Just that, I don't exactly remember how we got here."

His face turned Stony, "What exactly do you not recall?"

I frowned, he doesn't seems happy that I don't remember everything from last night. "Just a few hazy memories, it's not clear."

"Fuck. Fuck. I did not force you. It was consensual."

Wait what? "I know that. I remember us having sex. I know it was mutual. Slow down there. I remember that part" And in HD also.

He exhaled, " Thank Fuck you do."

"Yeah. I also remember seduci-" My phone ringtone interrupted.

My brain goes into auto response as I rushed to grab the phone from inside the pillowcase. How it ended up inside the pillow, I have no idea. Before I could pick, it stopped ringing. I pulled it out from the pillow still. My eyes snag on the notification bar, twenty-five missed calls from my twin.

" Fuck. I'm dead."

"What is wrong?"

I looked at him, his face looked worried. "I'm dead."

He smiled, his lips so smooth and enticing. "What killed you?"

"You did. I'm so dead." My hands grabbed my hair.

"Hey Princess. Deep breaths. " His big warm hands remove mine from my hair and he runs his hand through it. "Talk to me. What is it?"

I stared straight into his eyes. "Twenty-five missed calls from my twin."

He nodded, "Okay. I'm sure she was just worried since you did not return home last night. Just give her a call and tell her that you are okay."

I nodded. Yeah. That's true. Though she's going to go Gaga on me. I always let her know whenever I spend the night outside. Wait - twenty-five missed calls? She wouldn't call me that much because she knows that whenever I spend the night outside, then I must be at Patricia's. I'm guessing she has spoken to Patricia and being the backstabbing bitch that she is, Patricia must have told her a lie. That witch, Patricia.

His warm hands lift my face, "Princess."

My thoughts go blank as I stared into his eyes. His fingers caresses my face. His other hand grabs onto my neck. I feel my nipples harden. I close my eyes as I feel my pussy heat up. His hands are replaced by his lips on my neck. Decorating it with hot kisses and licks.

I turn my neck and his lips and mine meet. And if I thought our kiss at the bar was hot?, this one is explosive. I grab his head as his lips leave my lips to trail a path of hot little kisses down my neck. My pussy feels wet. Another moan escapes me, he feels so good. My eyes open ready to pull him up for a kiss when my eyes snag on the lit screen of my phone. 7:10.

Ten minutes after seven? Fuck. I'm going to be late for school.

I reluctantly pushed him away.

" I have to leave." I use the blanket to cover my body.

" Why? " He asked not making any move to cover up as I stand dragging the blanket with me.

I snatch my trousers from the floor "I have to get to class." Fuck. Where did we fling my panties to?.

He stood, "I'll give you a ride." My eyes drop to his dick. Fuck. He is still hard. And big and leaking a bit of precum. I shiver as I remember it inside me. It was so good. I felt so tight. So full. I lick my lips as I remember how loud he made me scream when he pulled out and slammed back hard into me, I almost cried from how good it felt.

He moved closer. "You should stop giving me that look, Princess."

I bit my lower lip as I asked, " What look?"

He grabs my neck softly and raise my face to his. "That look. That exact look you gave me when you begged me to fuck you last night. The look that says please fuck me. The look that makes me want to tie you up and Fuck you till you forget your name. But not unless you want to miss your class." He growled and spanked my ass.

And I debated missing class, just for today. I could stay here and spend the whole day with him.

"No. You are not cutting class today." He throws me my panties.

"I wish I could." And I really do but I have to go. I have a perfect attendance and that aside I need to see April, if I don't come to school today, she is going to raise an alarm and definitely report me missing. "Yeah, you're right."

I easily shrugged on my clothes.

"This was fun." I said as I pick up my phone from the bed.

"More than fun. It was perfect. I need to see you again. I need to get to know you better." He hands me my bag.

" Sure." I Play it cool. "What's your name?, I can't keep calling you blue eyes."

" Blue eyes eh? " He smirked.

" Yes. And you can't keep calling me princess."

" Says who?, you look just like a Princess. A Beautiful, kind, Smart Princess. My Princess."

My face heat up, "Yeah sure. I'm May. May Sheridan. And I'm not a Princess.

"You are my Princess." He buttoned his suit jacket.

He holds my hand as we walk to the door.

"Perfect. Where am I dropping you off, Princess?"

"Willowbrook High."

His hands leave mine. I turn to see what happened and I see him Frozen. An expression of shock on his face.

" Hey, What's wrong? " I reached out to touch his sleeves but he jerks back.

" May. How old are you? "