Annabel's POV
"Fine."
If this is the only thing that will make me get the one thing I need tonight, then I will do it.
Fuck the consequences.
I just want to feel touched like a woman for once. I had convinced James for us to wait until after marriage before courtship.
And what did I get for keeping my body for him?
He went behind my back, screwing another woman.
But you see now?
I'm not sure about the naive Annabel anymore. I want to feel like a woman, and I don't care who my first orgasm will come from.
My body was already on fire, the alcohol was really doing a hard one on me.
My eyes were still dark with desire.
I pulled down my dress, which was barely on my body, revealing my naked skin.
With his tongue, he swiped his lower lip, lust burning in his eyes.
Using my knee, I parted his legs, my gaze still locked on his. I'm not really good at this,but with the little Steph had taught me, plus the X-videos I've watched. I was willing to give it a try.
With a swift motion, I pulled his shirt away, running my fingers over his chest. With a slow movement, I positioned myself on his parted laps and pressed my face against his chest.
His scent. It hit with a sharp bite of spiced citrus, like bergamot laced with crushed black pepper, crisp and invigorating. Then came the warmth, smoldering woods, aged leather, and a hint of smoky vetiver, wrapping around me like a midnight whisper.
My tongue followed the sharp line of his chin, brushed the shell of his ear, then slid down the slope of his neck, pausing at the gentle throb of his Adam's apple, where his breath caught.
I ran my tongue over it nonstop.
He made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a growl.
Glad that I could make him lose control, I moved back to his chest, needing a clearer look. And there it was, chiseled into six hard ridges, with veins bulging like they were alive beneath his skin.
My lips pulled into a smile in their direction, kissed every inch of the hard ridge, laughing at my own behavior, kissing and savoring every moment.
The drink I took hit me hard. At first, I fought it back.
I dragged my face to his pants, running my mouth over his hard cock, struggling to pop out from its cage.
The alcohol hit again, harder this time. My eyes fluttered as I continued spewing all sorts of nothing.
_ _ _ _ _
A heavy headache greeted me the moment I woke, struggling to get hold of myself, but the events from yesterday still hit me hard.
My eyes slowly fluttered open. The morning light from the sun hit me.
With a sudden jolt, I shot up from the bed, rubbing my eyes in confusion, surprised at my unknown environment.
I ran my hand over my eyes repeatedly before opening them again.
White-painted walls, glass-house interior. A masterpiece of light and reflection blurred the line between indoors and out. Natural light poured in from every direction, casting golden streaks across the polished marble floor. Sheer white curtains billowed slightly with the breeze, softening the sharp edges of the glass walls. In the center, a low velvet sofa in deep emerald sat like royalty, surrounded by minimalist décor.
And that was when it occurred to me that I was at Daniel's house.
Just then, I heard a sound from the shower. It must be Daniel, the one who saved me from the club last night. I couldn't recall how, my brain went blank.
The last thing I remembered was a stranger forcefully trying to take advantage of me at the club.
Nothing more.
My eyes widened in shock as I slid down the duvet, realizing I was no longer in the dress I had left my house with.
I glanced around the room and found it lying helplessly on the floor.
Irritated by the whole situation, I opened the duvet again. I was just in a big polo, no panties.
Shit.
Then the shower from the other end stopped, and the door to the bathroom opened.
My utmost fear of the day stepped out.
My head was still buried.
What have I done?
Did I really have sex with him this time?
"Good morning." Daniel's voice pulled me out of thought.
Shamelessly, I lifted my head. "Mr… Stroke…"
He did not act surprised, like he knew that would be my reaction.
With a quick tug, I drew the duvet up until I was fully hidden beneath it, sitting upright. "How did I get here?… Why am I naked on your bed?… Did we…?" I fired my questions.
He chuckled darkly, without replying to any of them. "That's the shower. You are already running behind time."
He threw a white towel on me. "Don't bother going home to prepare… I already ordered a dress for you," he continued.
Not buying his nonchalant attitude.
Pressing further, I refused to back down. "Daniel, I demand you tell me how I ended up on your bed."
He finally met my eyes. "Fine. I ran into you at the club yesterday, where a stranger was trying to rape you, and I decided to help."
Letting out a sarcastic laugh, I shook my head. "And you decided to take advantage of my vulnerability?"
"Don't be silly." He stepped closer.
My breath hitched.
"I only decided to bring you to my house because I thought it was for the best."
He smirked. "I mean, you begged me to touch you yesterday. You asked that I take you. You pleaded that I let you come."
My voice grew lower. "And did we…?"
He clenched his teeth. "No… you were about to suck my cock when the alcohol hit you and you collapsed."
He moved his face closer, brushing his lips on my cheek. "You owe me double now… this is the second time you left me in arousal."
A wave of relief hit me.
I stepped out of the bed. The top already served as a gown because it was big enough and long enough to cover my body.
With quick steps, I made my way to the bathroom, took a warm shower, and stepped out to dress up. But he was still there, busy with his phone.
The question lingered in my head, would I get some privacy?
Walking up to the closet, I pulled the dress he had gotten for me. It was a coffee-colored dress, short-sleeved with silver buttons all over as a design.
It didn't take a professional's eye to tell, the dress was pure luxury.
It was something I had never had before.
The shoes, the jewelry, the bag. Every detail spoke of money.
With his presence, I sensed he was staring at me, even though he claimed to be busy with his phone.
For a few minutes, I hesitated.
But his voice called me back. "You should get dressed, we are running late." With his stern voice, he continued, "Vulnerability or not, you have shown me every inch of your body… so there is nothing to hide anymore."
My eyes rolled before I could stop them. "Whatever," I murmured.
Finally, with careful movements, I put the dress on, mesmerized by how it fit just perfectly.
How did he even get to know my size?
With a quick motion, I put on my shoes, tied my hair in a ponytail, and applied a subtle touch of makeup. Something simple, not too captivating to draw attention.
Picking up my bag, I got set for work..
From the corner of my eye, I caught him staring and the astonishment in his face told me everything, he hadn't expected the dress to hug me quite so perfectly.
Still silent. Stunned. Not much movement. Just his parted lips and lustful look.
I called out to him. "Mr. Stroke."
He woke up to reality. "Breakfast," he managed to say.
We went downstairs together, passing through the hallway, different art pieces portrayed on the wall, gigantic chandeliers.
The floor sparkled. The painting was white, every object glittered, just as neat as the last time I was here.
The moment we reached the dining table, the savory scent of freshly fried eggs wrapped around me. That was when I truly noticed the hunger gnawing at me.
We sat down, and with no delay, I began to dig in.
I was halfway through when I noticed that he'd been staring at me with his food untouched.
Shame burned through me.
My head rose slowly, while I managed to swallow the pile of food in my mouth. "I'm sorry," I said.
He lowered his gaze on me, half-smiling. "Annabel, I have told you to always be yourself around me."
Just then, a message popped up on my phone.
It was Brenda.
It said I'd be reporting directly under Stephanie for the social media strategy team.
Wait… how am I supposed to work with Stephanie?
This is clearly a disaster.