Chapter 2 - Stefania

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Evaki

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“Ah!” I moan, tilting my head to the side as his lips find the sweet spot on my neck.

My hands move to his chest, and I undo his buttons with haste while his lips devour mine like it’s their favorite meal, our tongues fighting for dominance. I chuck the shirt aside but gasp in surprise when he suddenly pins my hands above my head and pushes me against the wall before resuming his sweet torture on my neck.

My back presses against the cold paint, and I welcome its cooling sensation as my whole body starts to burn while the lace piece of clothing I have underneath dampens. My eyes flutter shut, but they fly open again when he suddenly turns me around to see a huge mirror covering the side of the wall.

“You smell so good,” he growls against my ear, his voice sounding inhumane. I don’t know how he did that, but it covers my whole body in goosebumps, and I shiver, letting out another loud moan and tilting my head more to the side to grant him more access. I look into his eyes through the mirror and find them dark with lust, and for a moment, I can almost swear I saw the white disappear from them, causing me to close my eyes and open them again, my brain turning to mush.

His hand reaches for my zipper and slowly unzips my dress, and I watch as he places soft kisses on the skin he reveals, causing me to clamp my thighs together, shuddering as his lips ignite a fire where they touch.

“You are beautiful,” he whispers in my ear when my dress pools at my feet, and I shiver, feeling a strange current as his left hand tightly wraps around my neck while the right snakes around my waist, holding me in place. My breath hitches, and I arch my back, feeling his teeth scrape against my sweet spot as he resumes his sweet torture.

"Mm!" I grip his pants, my breathing uneven as his left hand slowly travels past my stomach before stopping next to my most sensitive area.

He starts rubbing circles on top of the thin material, and my legs buckle when he takes my earlobe in his mouth. I turn my face to the side, desperate to feel his lips on mine as he starts to drive me insane with desire, and he gets the message. He connects our lips in a greedy kiss, and I start to turn, hungry for more of him, but he doesn’t allow me. Instead, he undoes my bra and starts with his sweet assault on my breasts while trailing kisses to my jawline.

“Ahh!” I moan louder, the view from the mirror making me hornier, and I throw my head back, surrendering to him entirely when his hand slips inside my last piece of clothing.

The beautiful stranger turns me into a moaning, trembling, horny mess, desperate for a release, and I sink my nails into his thighs, poking holes in his pants, as my body convulses and comes undone. He retrieves his fingers and turns me around after helping me ride my high. They move to my head and weave into my hair as he crashes our lips together in a fiery kiss while his member continues throbbing against my stomach. I wrap my arms around his neck before straddling him, and he picks me up and takes me to the bed.

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“Mm!” I groan, opening my eyes before turning to my side, my head heavy, but I frown, taking in my surroundings and realizing this is not my room. Last night’s events come crashing back, and I abruptly sit up on the bed before clutching the sheets to my chest. “Where am I?” I whisper, looking next to me, seeing a bouquet of roses out of the corner of my eye. There's a bottle of water, some advil and a note next to it. I take the water and throw down the pills, grateful as my head starts to ache.

I put the bottle down when I'm done and pick up the note, blushing profusely as last night’s memories replay in my head. I can’t believe I did that—I just gave myself to a stranger. More blood rushes to my cheeks, seeing the name Paris at the bottom of the note as I start to read, and I clear my throat, beginning to feel hot all over again.

“Get a grip, Evaki Hartvigson,” I reprimand myself as chilly feelings of uncertainty and regret creep in, and a part of me is glad I’m alone. I’m relieved he’s not here to watch me shrink with shame, but another part is sad to wake up alone.

What the hell happened to me? Why was I like that? What does this even mean for me? I know it was just a one-night stand, and even though I’ve never had one, I’m mature enough to handle it, I think. But he’s not just some random guy. He's my boss’s brother, which means we will see each other again. I don’t want things to be awkward at work. How am I even going to face Anton? Damn me for letting Tory convince me to drink. This is why I don’t touch alcohol anymore. I become stupid when I'm drunk.

I place the note down without even reading everything and make my way to the bathroom as the gravity of the situation starts to sink in. I peek under the sheets to ensure I’m naked even though I see that I am, but I don't I feel any different.

Shouldn’t I? Did we not go all the way? I try to remember, but only fragments of my memory return. Did I pass out? Is that why, or is he that smooth? I sit and relieve myself while looking around in the silver bathroom. Everything here screams money.

When I’m done, I walk to the mirror, but my eyes widen seeing all the hickeys. My hand slowly trails to my neck, and I trace my fingers over them, more confused now as the evidence of our passionate night stares me in the face. A part of me was starting to think maybe I imagined everything about us. I was beginning to suspect he put me to bed and left, and went back to Stefania. Why would he make out with me and not go all the way? "Did I turn him off?" I whisper, raising my arms to inspect my underarms. I knew I should have waxed.

After inspecting myself and making myself feel more crapy, I open the water and wash my face before exiting the room. I have to get out of here. I walk over to the bed while looking around for my clothes, but stop when I look at the flowers and pick them up. I bring them to my nose, and a warm feeling spreads across my chest as I do, even though it shouldn’t. I’m such a mess. I should be ashamed for lusting after a man who’s clearly not in my league, judging by this place. The thought causes me to place the bouquet down and head to the sofa, where I spot my clothes, but just then, there’s a knock on the door, and I scream, startled.

I whisper a shaky “Enter,” not sure what to expect, and the door clicks open to reveal a butler-looking man. He enters, pushing a trolley with covered dishes on it and another bouquet, and my stomach grumbles as the mouthwatering aroma hits my nose. He bids me good morning, and I reply with a raspy voice, clutching the sheets tighter against my chest. He asks how I slept, and I tell him I slept well before he introduces himself as Cadar. Cadar says Mr. Iraklidis asked him to ensure I was comfortable. He asks me to ask him for anything I need. But I doubt I’ll need anything except somewhere to wait for a cab. I want to get home, so I can ask Tory all the questions clogging my brain. What is the deal with that Stefania chick? She said Paris wasn't seeing anyone.

Cadar uncovers the dishes and tells me about the food options, and I salivate, looking at everything, but eating alone would be weird. Plus, I doubt I can stomach any food right now. I thank him and wonder if this place is a hotel as he makes his way out of the room or if we are still at the friend's place. I can barely recall last night's events, so I wouldn't be surprised if we left.

I put on my clothes and grab my purse, feeling bad about his efforts going to waste, but I can't be here a minute longer. After checking if I still have my phone and wallet, I head out, but my eyes widen as I take in the rest of the house after exiting the room. It’s not a hotel, and it’s beautiful. It's probably where the party was held. I didn't see the rest of the house.

Just then, a voice speaks on my left, and I turn my head to find Cadar walking towards me. He asks if I’m leaving, and I tell him I am, guilt hitting me again about the breakfast I didn’t touch. I apologize for not eating, telling him I have urgent business to attend to this morning, and he gives me a soft smile, saying he understands before showing me the way.

I walk with him and take out my phone to request a cab home, but he stops me just as I begin to dial, telling me the driver will take me. A car stops in front of us before I can even respond, and he opens the door for me. I enter, looking around in the luxurious car as I give my address to the driver, but the car's beauty soon becomes the last thing on mind when he addresses me as Miss Ania before starting the drive. I place my hand on my stomach, feeling it churn as my heart hits rock bottom, of course she's his girlfriend. Tory probably didn't know. I should have known. It was obvious how she looked at him. I slap some sense back into myself, but still, even so, I don’t like being addressed by another woman’s name, so I correct the driver.

“My name is Evaki, but you can call me Eva.” My voice comes out low, not knowing why I'm bothering to tell him what to call me. I'm probably never going to see him again. I unconsciously hug myself at the sudden cold feeling of being a fool, and he quickly apologizes. He tries to explain himself, but I cut him off, not wanting the situation to get any more awkward. There’s no need.

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After what feels like forever, we arrive at my place, and he exits the car and opens the door for me. I thank him with the best smile I can muster, not wanting him to feel bad for the mistake he made. It’s not his fault his boss is a Casanova. I bid him a good day and head inside, and I hear the car door open as I close the door behind me after entering the house. I slip off my heels and make my way to the staircase, but a voice speaks just as I climb the first few stairs.

“Good morning!” Tory chirps with the biggest grin, walking up to me, and I try to match it but fail, still bothered by what the driver called me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Who’s she to him? Who's Stefania?” I ask and see the blood drain from her cheeks. What is she not telling me?