Chapter 3

Jess POV

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

The words sent a jolt through my body, my heart pounding in my chest. Without thinking, I spun around to face him.

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just desire raw and intoxicating.

He gave a subtle nod to a man across the room, who immediately stepped aside as if this was all prearranged. Before I could fully process what was happening, I was being guided through the club, my hand in his, the pulsing music fading behind us.

The cool night air hit my skin as we stepped outside, but my body was already burning from his touch. His car, sleek and black, waited at the curb like something out of a movie.

The second we slid inside, his hands were on me.

Hot breath on my neck.

Fingers tracing my thighs.

Teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me shiver.

My mind was spinning, a blur of alcohol and adrenaline, every nerve ending alive under his touch. I could feel him hard and wanting pressing against me, and my heart raced with anticipation.

Moments later, we pulled up in front of a towering downtown hotel. The lights from the street reflected off the glass, making it shimmer like something out of a dream. He took my hand again, leading me inside.

The elevator ride felt endless, the tension thick between us. I could feel his gaze on me, burning holes through the fabric of my dress.

When the doors finally opened, we stepped into a luxurious suite on the top floor. The city lights stretched out beneath us, but I barely noticed.

He turned to me, a devilish glint in his gray eyes.

Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his hands gripping my waist as he pulled me close. In one swift motion, he ripped the red dress from my body, the fabric falling to the floor like silk.

It suddenly hit me.

This is my first time.

My heart fluttered with nerves, but my body betrayed me, aching for more.

I lowered my gaze, my voice barely a whisper.

“Be gentle.”

His expression softened for a brief moment, but the hunger in his eyes only grew darker.

“I will.”

Slowly, he peeled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest that looked like it had been sculpted by a god. Every movement was deliberate, each buckle and button undone with care.

Then he spun me around, gently laying me on the bed. His hands and mouth explored me with precision, igniting

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

The words sent a jolt through my body, my heart pounding in my chest. Without thinking, I spun around to face him.

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just desire raw and intoxicating.

He gave a subtle nod to a man across the room, who immediately stepped aside as if this was all prearranged. Before I could fully process what was happening, I was being guided through the club, my hand in his, the pulsing music fading behind us.

The cool night air hit my skin as we stepped outside, but my body was already burning from his touch. His car, sleek and black, waited at the curb like something out of a movie.

The second we slid inside, his hands were on me.

Hot breath on my neck.

Fingers tracing my thighs.

Teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me shiver.

My mind was spinning, a blur of alcohol and adrenaline, every nerve ending alive under his touch. I could feel him hard and wanting pressing against me, and my heart raced with anticipation.

Moments later, we pulled up in front of a towering downtown hotel. The lights from the street reflected off the glass, making it shimmer like something out of a dream. He took my hand again, leading me inside.

The elevator ride felt endless, the tension thick between us. I could feel his gaze on me, burning holes through the fabric of my dress.

When the doors finally opened, we stepped into a luxurious suite on the top floor. The city lights stretched out beneath us, but I barely noticed.

He turned to me, a devilish glint in his gray eyes.

Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his hands gripping my waist as he pulled me close. In one swift motion, he ripped the red dress from my body, the fabric falling to the floor like silk.

It suddenly hit me.

This is my first time.

My heart fluttered with nerves, but my body betrayed me, aching for more.

I lowered my gaze, my voice barely a whisper.

“Be gentle.”

His expression softened for a brief moment, but the hunger in his eyes only grew darker.

“I will.”

Slowly, he peeled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest that looked like it had been sculpted by a god. Every movement was deliberate, each buckle and button undone with care.

Then he spun me around, gently laying me on the bed. His hands and mouth explored me with precision, igniting every inch of my body. He knew exactly where to touch, how to draw soft gasps from my lips, how to make me tremble beneath him.

When he pressed against me, I tensed for a moment.

There was a flash of pain sharp and brief but it quickly melted into something else. Something deeper. Pure pleasure.

He moved with a rhythm that left me breathless, his body in perfect sync with mine. Each thrust, each whispered word sent me spiraling further into the night, lost in him.

And it didn’t end there.

Three more times, he brought me to the edge, and each time, he pulled me back down with him. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise kept me wanting more.

Morning came too soon.

Sunlight streamed through the wide hotel windows, illuminating the tangled sheets and my discarded clothes. My head throbbed from the hangover, and the world felt too bright, too real.

I rolled over, expecting to see him beside me but the bed was empty.

Panic set in as I sat up, the events of the night before crashing down on me. My phone buzzed on the bedside table, and I saw a flood of missed calls from Ava and my mom.

“Shit.”

I quickly grabbed my phone, dialing Ava back. She answered on the first ring.

“Jess! Where the hell are you? We’ve been calling all night!”

Her voice was frantic, and I winced, guilt washing over me.

“I’m okay,” I said, trying to sound composed.

“Where are you?”

I glanced around the unfamiliar room, my heart pounding. The plush furniture, the floor to ceiling windows it all felt surreal.

“I’ll be there soon,” I lied.

Hanging up, I got out of bed, scanning the room for my dress. I found it crumpled on the floor and quickly slipped it back on.

That’s when I saw it.

A wad of cash sitting neatly on the bedside table.

My chest tightened. Anger and humiliation bubbled up inside me as I grabbed the money, staring at it in disbelief.

“Piece of shit,” I muttered under my breath, shoving the money into my purse.

I slipped on my heels and walked out of the room without looking back, determined to put the night behind me.

But as I stepped into the elevator, something inside me whispered that this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

That stranger with his stormy gray eyes and devilish grin had left a mark on me.

And little did I know, our paths were destined to cross again.

This wasn’t the end.

It was only the beginning.