Chapitre 6: Chapter 6
Regina:
I couldn't handle his intimate stares. It was sexy and very intriguing. I could be imagining things but it felt like he could just read me like a book. Indeed, he was reading me. He was obviously observing my moves. The way my heart was fastened at his stared was really starting to irritate me. But then, I was thanks to him for giving me some credit of being a woman. I decided to go with the flow for while longer.
His expression was cold yet very effective in a bad way. I shuttered when a thought of his hand touching my bare skin. It felt like he was stripping me down with his sexy blue eyes. He was making me wet down on my clit. He was doing these things to me that I couldn't even explain into words. I thought I was strong. I thought I couldn't possibly be shattered by this intimating man. I thought I could endure the sexy man stares but no, I have mistaken my own stinks, my own weakness. I was craving for his touches. And just thinking of his hand on me was making my nipple harden.
You know I have zero experience in the sex department. I never ever found myself masturbating since I had never been horny in my life. I wasn't gay or anything. I just didn't have the time I desired to feel that sort of happiness in my life. But this man, however, he was doing so many things. His lips were glory, and I wanted to lick it - suck it every single day.
So, deciding enough was enough. Since he wouldn't do anything else - other than stare at me with his killer expression. I asked Sophia for a advice.
"Not a chance." She told me after having a quick look at him.
Turning away from her, I asked her the reason why I couldn't hook up with him. He looked interested in me and I had a feeling that he could be the man that I want to lose my virginity with.
"Because a man like him is hard to get. Girl, no offense but look at him and look at him. He smells rich. His watches. His suit." Even though she was just being a thoughtful friend. I still believe that he could be different. It didn't mean all wealthy-man had to be arrogant and cold.
Before I would make any judgment about that guy. Two men wearing a black suit approached me. And kindly asked me to follow him since their master would like to me in the private room upstairs.
"Go on." My friend demanded.
They were only thinking of the game. Not that fact that anyone could be upstairs. What if it was a serial killer or rapist or some old guy with a penis like a child? What if it was a girl pretending to be the guy? But that wouldn't concern me. I had power and abilities to put them in their misery. Yet I still had a second thought about whether I should be an obedient hooker to follow their instructions or I should just give up on the game.
NO. Losing a game wasn't on my list of spending my night. I was a future-detective and very skillful fighter and I could use any weapons. So, without overthinking, I decided to follow them.
On the way to the private room upstairs, I glanced up at the Mr. Hottie direction but I didn't find him there. Assuming he must have found someone sexier than me. I just walked to the room with a disappointment in my heart.
"Wait here." He demanded. And I did wait.
The first man with a black suit knocks three times on the door before someone answered and opened the door. Then, he kindly asked me to go in, saying, his master was waiting for me.
With a heavy sigh, I walked inside, feeling all sorts of things. The dramatic music was playing in the background as if it tells me, I was being a bitch. But I didn't let my thinking have best of me. I was doing this. I was being a person that everyone should be once in their lifetime.
As I was inside, right below the dimming light, I looked up to face the master that needed my immediate attention. And I just couldn't believe my eyes as I found out the person, who had sought my company. It was my Mr. Hottie.
"Hello." He greeted me with his genuine smile.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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