The stranger draped his jacket over me as I stared out the window, at the night sky and busy streets. I'd used my three months' savings to make reservations just to make our three year anniversary extra special. It was going to be the last time we celebrated our anniversary as boyfriend and girlfriend.
"Here," he said, passing me a glass of champagne.
I glanced at the empty bottle in the ice bucket and back at him.
"Room service," he said.
I took the glass without another word and sipped.
"Do you feel better?" he asked, his eyes were filled with concern as he stared at me.
I spared him a glance. "Why do you care?"
I was genuinely curious. The only reason he'd follow me to the room was to have sex, not to have a conversation.
He shrugged. "Maybe because I know exactly what you're going through."
I scoffed. "I highly doubt that."
He sat across from me, his lips curling up. "Try me."
I turned to him. "Have you ever loved someone so much… you'd give up a part of yourself? Just to be with them?"
He looked away, but not before I caught a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Something like that."
I stood up, stalking towards him. His sadness pulled me in, making me feel…understood. I wanted to make him feel better. Hell, I wanted to make me feel better.
I removed his jacket, slowly letting it fall to my knees. He inhaled deeply; a wave of satisfaction pulsed through me when I saw the lustful look in his eyes. I didn't realize until that moment that it'd been a long time since Drake looked at me like that.
Like he wanted me. That look that told me he needed me just as much as I needed him. Why had I not noticed that? Had I grown undesirable over the years? Was he tired of me? Was I not attractive anymore?
I didn't want to think about Drake---not when all I wanted was to erase the haunting image of him tangled in the sheets with Lindsay.
I straddled the stranger, putting my legs in between his thighs, my knees slowly pressing against his arousal. His eyelids fluttered as he moaned gently.
"Look at me." I held his chin.
He opened his eyes, his deep blue gaze searching mine.
"Do you want me?" I asked.
"Yes." His voice was low. Hoarse. It made my skin tingle.
I touched his lips, slowly moving my finger across the moist surface.
"How much?"
"Huh?"
I slid a finger into his mouth. A sigh escaped me when he sucked on it---from the aching hunger to feel wanted again. His tongue trailed an invisible line down my finger, never once breaking eye contact.
"How much do you want me?" I asked.
I could see he was holding back and how much it pained him to do so. I moved slightly, grinding on his legs as he groaned deeply. His eyes rolled back, and something else told me just how much he wanted me.
"So much."
I sucked on his neck, nibbling gently as I made my way to his ear.
"Fuck," he mumbled.
I could tell he had a sensitive spot behind his ear and I smiled.
"Prove it."
That was all he needed to hear. He carried me in his arms, squeezing my thighs firmly as he walked to the bed. I bit his lips asking for permission and he opened up to me. I moaned in his mouth as our tongue danced.
He squeezed my butt and I jumped in surprise. I giggled when he dropped me roughly on the bed and removed his briefs. I paused, taking him all in. He was huge---bigger than anyone I'd ever seen, not like I had much to compare him with.
He smirked when he saw the surprise look on my face. I scooted towards the headboard slowly, my fingers fumbling to take off my bra. He placed his hand on mine and shook his head gently.
"Let me."
A wave of goosebumps rushed over me as he unclasped the lacy material with practiced ease. He removed my bra slowly, exposing my erect nipples. I draped my arm over my chest quickly, unable to meet his gaze. Drake was the only person to ever see me naked, so I felt a bit self-conscious.
His finger held up my chin as he forced me to look at him.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
I shook my head. I wanted this, I was desperate to do anything to forget Drake and how much he hurt me. I needed him.
His hand caressed my cheek gently as he looked at me softly. "What do you want me to do?"
A tear fell down my cheek as I stared at him. No matter how hard I tried to forget Drake, I couldn't. All I could see was them, wrapped up in the sheets as they moaned and groaned. It was too much for me to bear.
"Tell me."
I could hear my heart breaking every time the image flitted through my mind. The pain was too much for me to bear.
"Make me forget him," I said.
And so, he did.