Chapter 4

**Michael**

Tilting her head to the side, I deepened the kiss, and she let out a small moan, melting into my touch.

I saw her walk into the club from the VIP lounge, and my eyes never left her since.

She was like a magnet, reeling me in till I succumbed.

She moved confidently through the crowd, in that sexy gown that barely covered her butt. Her cleavage wasn't spared, either. They were full, bouncing with each step she took.

I immediately remembered how they were last night, bare and dripping with water. I remembered her round, pointy nipples, and imagined what they'd feel like between my teeth, while I drowned her in a sea of pleasure.

Hesitantly, I broke it off, getting a whimper from her. Her boldness amused me, but it also aroused me further.

“Not here,” I reasoned. My voice was already hoarse with need.

If we were going to do this, it has to be somewhere private. Her suite.

She nodded, agreeing with me, and I smiled.

I gripped her small soft hands and headed straight for the elevator.

Inside, I quickly whipped out my phone and sent a message to Adrian, my best friend, that I won't be going back with him tonight.

I took the opportunity to glance sideways at her, gauging her expression and checking for any hint that she didn't want this. She only stared back, her swollen pink lips curving up in a smile. She wanted this as much as I did.

The elevator pinged, signalling our stop, and we walked briskly to her room.

We'd barely gotten inside and I had her flush against the wall. Her chest was heaving, her entire body pulsed with need and I pressed myself against her, slamming my lips roughly on hers.

She smelled like mint and lavender, a combo I didn't know was my favourite until now.

My left hand reached for the zipper of her red dress, pulling it down. I unclasped her bra with practiced ease, and everything fell down to her waist. I reached for one of her breasts, fondling it, while my mouth instinctively went for the other, earning me another moan, and I found out I suddenly wanted to hear that sound forever.

She held onto me for support, while I ravaged them. My crotch area was painfully hard, it had started to hurt at this point.

I felt her hands reach between us and fumble with my belt, trying to undress me.

“Wait. Are you sure you want this?” I asked. I needed to be sure her mind was sane enough.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice raspy.

Her eyes were hooded with raw desire which mirrored my own.

A smile crept up my lips at how demanding she was, but I'm not complaining. The massive bulge in my pants is enough proof.

I carried her to the bed, and laid her down softly.

Her rich brown hair spread over the bed, and with the slight pink staining her cheeks from the alcohol, she looked breathtaking.

Her dress has fallen to her waist, and her milky coloured breasts called to me, demanding for attention.

I took off my pants and got on the bed with her. I claimed her lips in another rough kiss, and the sound of our moans echoed through the night.

***

With a loud yawn, I woke up from what is arguably the best night of my life.

I turned to the side, expecting to see the girl with me on the bed.

Groaning, I sat up, recalling last night's incident. It was definitely real. So when did she leave? She was nowhere in the room.

A small paper under the pillow on her side of the bed caught my eye. It was a small note, along with a few 100 dollar bills ticked underneath the white pillow.

‘Last night was awesome. Thank you. Please, take that as compensation for your troubles’ the note read.

“What?” I muttered out loud.

Ever since I've known, I'm the one who usually leaves after a one night stand, not the other way around.

I could still smell her addicting scent on the sheets. I recounted our adventures last night and groaned out, frustrated.

The ringtone from my phone distracted me.

It was Adrian, my best friend.

“Did you take that brunette girl with you?” His annoying voice squealed into the phone the moment I picked up the call.

“Is this fucking your reason for calling?” I snapped, annoyed.

“Whoa. Chill, man. I just wanted to know how you're doing. You didn't say anything last night, you just left with her, leaving me out here alone, with just a text,” he answered.

“Well, the text said to go home, and I won't be coming with you, or can't you read?” Seriously, I don't have time for this.

“Is something wrong? You're more cocky than usual.” Concern laced his tone.

I sighed out, running a frustrated hand through my hair.

“She left this morning. She actually had the nerve to leave a note and some hundred dollar bills,” I muttered.

Silence. Then Adrian's voice, as he erupted in a fit of laughter.

“I'll end the call if you continue.”

“There's no fucking way!” he said between bouts of laughter. “She seriously did that?”

“Yea.”

“Damn. Your ego must be thoroughly bruised. Well, I mean, isn't that better? Many girls would kill to have another go with you, and you've always said it's annoying. I mean, this is exactly why you fired Lara, right?”

I nodded absentmindedly. Lara was my personal assistant at work, and while we've fucked around a few times, she didn't understand that I didn't want pleasure mixed with work, so I had to let her go.

“Come to think of it, I don't think she knows who I am.”

“Come on, man. Everyone knows who you are. You fucking own the hotel you're in.”

“Yea, well, she doesn't,” I muttered to myself, recalling our banter the night we met. Her face was flushed with anger and embarrassment, but she didn't seem to recognise me.

“From what you've said so far, it's a good thing she left. At least she knows not to expect anything more.” Adrian said. “Anyways, gotta run. You're not the only one who had last night, you know.”

The familiar beep sound from my phone signaled the end of the call.

I stared at the note, lost in thought. Adrian is right. It's good that she left immediately. It's better if we don't see eachother again. I'll only sleep with a woman once, and that's because I don't want feelings to develop. This is why I knew I was making a mistake when I picked up my phone again, dialing my tech analyst.

“Hello, boss.”

“I want you to find a woman. She checked out of this suite this morning.”