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~KRISTEN~

It wasn't my style to go kissing a lady that I just met but there was this irresistible pull I felt toward her that I couldn't quite resist. Yesterday evening when our lips touched, I didn't realize what I was doing. I was so drawn to her that I temporarily forgot that I was supposed to be engaged. 

My hands forgot as well, because they trailed down her body on their own accord, wanting more than anything else to feel the warmth of her skin. But I wasn't carried away for long. Thanks to her phone. 

But then, I didn't know whether to be thankful or disappointed because as soon as she walked out the door, her exit brought a certain coldness to the room— to my soul— surprisingly.

I had never felt this kind of coldness before and this had nothing to do with the winter cold.

I tasted her. I felt her warmth and now, with her parting, that was all I could think about. Leaning against the cabinet that was close to the door, I couldn't help relieving the incident that took place minutes ago in my head.

Right from the moment I laid her on the bed and my body crashed against hers, causing loud gasps to escape from our lips as our eyes met.

Jolts of shivers rippled within me as I recalled the way her icy blue eyes penetrated deep into my soul and the way her luscious lips parted, causing my gaze to dip to it. But her eyes and lips weren't the only thing torturing me, her center which was underneath my dick, sent ripples of pleasure rushing through me.

All I could think of was the feel of her body against mine and how damn good it would feel to have her writhing under my dominant hold. The thought scared me as much as it excited me.

So I decided to make the situation lighter by teasing the look on her face, but that made things worse because it made my eyes roam the features of her face and my straying hand left her nape to rest on the smooth outline of her face. Then I lost control— telling her how gorgeous she looked and marveling at the way my body on hers made her temporarily dumb.

I thought I could control my body as I did in the past with other ladies but I didn't. Instead, my lips kept inching closer till it totally crashed against hers. That was my undoing— having a hot kissing session with my sister's friend.

Now, I couldn't stop thinking about the priceless moans that escaped her lips as I adored her lips with mine, and the groan that escaped mine as a tingling sensation surged through me. Fuck, I would have gone further had that call not come in.

I thought I would move on from the whole thing— knowing I might never see her again, even though I wanted to. But that thought crashed when I saw her in my sister's room yesterday evening looking as hot as hell in that sundress she wore.

Sighing, I stared down at my body, noticing that I was hard from constantly thinking about her since I woke up.

"Dammit! Kris!" I cursed as I headed towards the bathroom to have the coldest shower in a very long time. My fianceé would be here any minute and I wouldn't want to welcome her with a hard-on caused by another lady, would I?

               ~~~~~~~~~~~

It was already afternoon by the time Billie decided to end her business trip and come down to Manhattan Island. It didn't make sense to me how she had wanted a getaway but couldn't detach herself from business to make it happen.

I stood in front of the gigantic gate of the resort, clad in my favorite afternoon outfit— a loose shirt and baggy shorts. I knew Billie would complain about me not dressing formally in a place like this, but I liked appearing in comfy wear whenever I wasn't at work or attending formal events.

 I wanted her to understand the kind of person I was and accept me for it. That was the purpose of this getaway— to get to know each other better.

The honking of a car horn paired with the pulling over of the car drove me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see her driver rushing to the back seat to open the door for her. 

I took a deep breath as I awaited her alighting. Just as I expected, she was clad in a Louis Vuitton formal outfit of blazer and well-tailored trousers, paired with shiny heels and a handbag which I bet were also branded. 

Her face lit up as she sighted me and before I could walk closer, she closed the remaining distance, wrapped her hands around my waist and leaned into my embrace. 

I wrapped my hands around her shoulders, yearning to feel that warmth I felt when my body met Regina's but I was only assaulted with the fragrance of her signature expensive perfume that didn't appeal to me like that of Regina did.

God, I needed to forget about Regina if I wanted to feel anything for Billie. 

When she broke the hug, her lips crashed against mine, not caring that we were outside. A low groan bubbled from my lips. Not a groan of pleasure, surprisingly, but that of frustration. 

Those sparks that surged through me as Regina's lips met mine yesterday were absent. Billie was a great kisser, but the warmth of Regina's lips was also absent in hers. 

I let out another groan. Was this how it was going to be? Comparing everything about Billie to Regina's? I hoped I would get over this Regina feeling in a few days of spending time with Billie. I really hoped so.

Finally, she disengaged her lips and stepped back, beaming sweetly at me, her gaze roaming over my face. Billie and I were almost of the same height and honestly, I didn't like lady's that were almost my height.

I liked ladies who were as average as Regina— I bit my lips. 

"Cut it out, Kristen." Willing myself to focus my attention on Billie.

"Missed me?" She asked, the twinkle in her brown eyes ever present.

"Yeah," I muttered in a low voice, knowing that I hadn't spared her a second thought since last night. But she didn't need to know that.

"Now, let's go prepare for that magnificent dinner." She bounced in excitement as she hooked her arms around mine, gesturing to her driver to bring her bags in.

Without a word, I followed her inside the resort, half wondering how this evening would turn out.