Chapter Three

Chloe’s POV

I raised an eyebrow, even though I was already way tipsy. "You think I'm going to dance with you now?" I was skeptical.

But Aiden just grinned. "Hey, you never know. It could be fun. Come on."

I hesitated, unsure. "I don't know..."

Aiden reached out his hand, smiling warmly. "Just one dance, Chloe. What do you say?"

Thinking it over, I finally gave in. "Fine, but don’t have any funny ideas," I warned, taking his hand reluctantly.

Aiden chuckled, still charming as ever. "I wouldn't dream of it. Let's go have some fun," he said, leading me to the dance floor.

As we got to the dance floor, I was already way tipsy, as I could feel the room spinning, but I still wanted to dance. I didn’t know where I got the energy from, though.

I surveyed the dance area. I wanted to twerk. I knew I wasn’t good at it, but I guess that drink was ready to do exactly what I wanted.

I was shaking my butt, and I could feel eyes on me again.

For some reason, this time was different; the gaze on me accelerated my butt twerking.

I felt a body press against mine as I was swaying. I knew for sure it was Aiden. I wanted to turn around and tell him to fuck off, but then he grabbed my a$$, and I wanted him to grasp the other pair.

I was puzzled by how I felt. No one had ever grabbed my a$$ before. I had no idea how to react.

Our bodies were swaying in unison. I was following his lead.

He gripped my hand, which sent shivers down my spine. Then he whirled me around. My back was against him. He squeezed me close, then shoved my arm against his crotch. I swayed my hips to the beat of the music, gently giggling at him.

What am I doing? But then I shrug it off. I needed this to clear my head.

He spinned me once again, without letting go of my hand.

As he spinned me, I mistakenly stepped on him.

"I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to..." I couldn't finish before he interrupted me, his lips meeting mine.

My very first kiss. How do I do this? Is it okay to open my mouth?

But I did. I let his lips enter mine, granting him access. I struggled to breathe as he pulled back, looking at me.

Maybe I wasn't good at kissing, or perhaps I disappointed him, but he held onto my waist, saying something under his breath.

"First kiss, huh?" His question surprised me, and I just stared at him, feeling ashamed, before nodding and walking away, humiliated.

"Where are you going?" His asked, also looking surprised.

"I just want to go sit down."

"No, follow me. Let me show you a good time."

“I have to go now. I have a whole lot to... ”, I said even as I started panicking as I knew I had stayed longer than I was supposed to have stayed outside.

“You will be fine, baby girl; I just want to show you something way nice,"  he said in his sexy voice.

“Am I literally falling for this guy? I don’t even really know this guy.”.

He then carried me like a bride from the dance floor to the upper room. I just stared at him.

“I have never been treated this way. Chloe, do you know what you are doing?”

The room looked luxurious, though it was really dark. He sat me down and began to undress me. I wanted to touch him, drawn to his broad shoulders and tattoos, but fear held me back. Even though I was way tipsy, I still had this fear in me.

As he undressed, leaving him in just his boxers while I remained in a bra, he took my hand, leading me to the bed. Standing there, I was paralyzed with fear, but he drew me in, claiming my lips. I allowed him access, his tongue exploring my mouth and leaving me breathless.

He removed my bra, then teased me with his fingers. I was confused by my own arousal, watching him tease me more without breaking eye contact. He then used his tongue, leaving me trembling and moaning. He was skilled—dangerously so.

"I've never done anything like this before," I confessed, feeling ashamed.

"I know," he reassured me, "but don't worry; I'll be gentle. Now lie down."

And I did as he said.

He began trailing kisses down my neck and to my chest, sucking greedily on my nipples. I wanted to scream with pleasure but didn't know how. He urged me to let go, to be myself, to moan loudly, and to tell him what I wanted. I nodded in agreement.

Moving down, he pleasured me with his tongue, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.

I felt like I was losing control, but he encouraged me to let it out. And I did, calling his name as I felt myself soaring high in the sky.

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My eyes were really heavy even as I tried opening them.

“Ouch!” I shouted even as my head ached.

I must have had a lot to drink yesterday. I hope I got home soon.

I cleaned my eyes to be sure what I saw was really a bed.

What I have in my room is a mat; why am I on a bed?

I could leave the Pach house earlier to clear my head, and I stumbled at a bar where I met a young man and I...

At this point, my memory became really blurry.

Did I go home, or did I...

I was still trying to remember, so I turned to the side.

“Wait. Did I...?” I almost shouted even as I used my hand to cover my mouth.