04

He's good with words. It kept resounding in my mind. For a minute, it made me forget Noah's betrayal. 

I didn't know I was this tipsy until I found myself staggering into the toilet, with my eyes blurrily searching for the toilet. 

I was able to get into the female bathroom and pee the drink into the toilet. I flushed and staggered to the front mirror to check myself out. I slid the tap and squashed water onto my face. I opened my purse and took out my hankie to dab my face. 

When I looked up, I saw a man standing beside me with an ugly smile in the mirror. My eyes were twitching to see if I wasn't hallucinating. It was when his cold hands grabbed me from behind that I struggled and was able to push him off me. Even in my drunk state, I could notice he was drunk too. I watched him stand up to his feet and dash towards me. I weakly tried to shove him off, but he was damn strong. 

He gripped me from behind and pushed me to the wall, tracing kisses over my body. I yelped, disgusted at the smell of the alcohol enveloping us. 

"Leave me alone." I tried to push him away, but he was too strong for me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and I yelped out in pain. 

"Shut up, you bitch!." He cussed, and I knew the next thing was to slap the hell outta me. I shut my eyes and waited for the impact, but instead I heard a groan, a kick, and smacks. I slowly peeped out to see an angel in human form. 

I grinned.

"You drank a lot, pretty." He said, pulling off his coat and covering my body. Slowly, he wrapped his hand around my waist and started walking towards the door, but I fell right at the doorway. My legs grew suddenly weak and couldn't move further. 

He bent down and picked me up in a bridal style. My head snuggled into his shirt and I inhaled his cologne. He smelt so nice.

I giggled when he placed me in his car and tried to leave. I dragged him down and tried to kiss him, but he gently shoved me down and shut the car door. 

I put my head on the headrest and relaxed back in the car seat as I slowly drifted off. 

I woke up when I felt his hands move up and down my body. I saw him carrying me in his arms and I only nuzzled my head into his broad chest. 

I was placed down on the bed, and he moved me under the blanket and kissed my forehead. 

A few seconds later, I heard the rushing shower in the bathroom and I slowly climbed down the bed, I staggered towards the noise and popped my head into the bathroom. 

The way the water rushed down his broad chest, down to his biceps, I stood right there, admiring his perfect body. His chocolate brown hair was now clasped backward, making me get a better view of his cheekbone. 

When he opened his eyes and saw me, I laughed. The vodka was too strong for me to have a grip over myself. He didn't look surprised but walked out of the shower, and I watched him tie a towel around his waist. 

"You wanna take a bath?" He asked softly, and I nodded, he walked towards me and helped me into the bathroom. I hugged myself to his wet body and felt this cold sensation building inside. 

He wrapped his hand around me and slowly zipped down my dress which fell to the floor. I was exposed in my black bra and panties. He carried me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck. 

He walked back into the shower and made me lean against the chilled wall of the bathroom. Slowly, his hand walked itself around my body, rubbing his hand anywhere it could touch. I bit my lips trying to overcome the tempting urge to kiss him. The usual sparks and overwhelming touch I felt under his touches, made me want to grab this sexy-ass man and kiss him as if my life depended on it. 

"Okay, let's wash your hair." He mumbled sexily into my ear. I tightened my hand around his neck as he took me off the wall. I didn't know I was this light on him cos he didn't feel like he was carrying someone in his arms. 

I felt water hit my hair and my face like rain. I tilted my head behind as he used his nice-smelling shampoo to wash my hair. Rubbing my hair as the water rinsed it out, he was finally done. He grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around my body. He carried me out of the bathroom. 

He walked into his walk-in closet and grabbed a nice polo. He put it over my head and slipped it down my body. His hands walked under the polo and unhooked my bra, it fell right on the floor and then to my panties, which he slipped down my legs. I was being undressed like a 3-year-old child who was still learning how to dress properly. 

He simply tucked me under the blanket once more, and I tried to kiss him again. 

He sighed, "I know, beautiful, I know. But not here, not now." He placed one more peck on my forehead. 

"You need to sleep…" He whispers, "You need rest." 

I looked at him, his eyes were dark blue, with lust filled. He was trying to stop himself from doing something that we both might regret. 

"You're a gentleman." I giggled, but now looking at him with my right senses still feeling tipsy. He chuckled, "I didn't know you could still talk after taking six shots of sangria and a vermouth cocktail." I chuckled lightly, my eyes getting heavier.

He stepped away and walked into his closet. He came out in a blue bathrobe and lay on the couch opposite the bed. I smiled and studied him as he lay with his face up to the ceiling, then I shut my eyes closed as my world slowly went dark.