I had been trapped in my apartment all day. The sun had long gone, and the room started getting dark. I hadn't come out since my shameful sprint from Nicole's door. I was just sitting there, trying to lose myself in some bad movie, when my phone vibrated.
It was a text: 'hey Luke' – Nicole.
I felt a sharp, instant wave of heat in my face. Shame made me want to ignore it, but the memory of her face—and her perfect booty forced my hand. I answered anyway.
'yes'
Her next message was immediate. 'what happened earlier, why did you run?'
A rush of defensive panic hit me.
'I'm sorry Nicole i didn't mean to,' I typed, trying to apologize and pretend my body hadn't just revealed how horny i was.
She didn't let me get away with it. Her reply was instant and completely direct, cutting through my nonsense:
'look, I know what happened. You were completely focused on me. I'm not offended, but I need to know why you suddenly ran out.'
I froze, reading that twice. She knew. She knew.My fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure what to type.
My mind raced, grabbing for any lie, but she was too smart, too straightforward. In a panic, I let the truth—or at least, the desperate, raw feeling of the truth—slip out, without even thinking about the power.
'I just wanted to be with you, you know how lonely it is to be here and i couldn't control myself,' I typed.
I waited for the immediate rejection, or just another humiliation like that from Anna. But it didn't come. Instead, her reply was calm, collected, and delivered with a shocking challenge.
'if you want me, you have to ask me, Luke'
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it. Did the power not work on her? Or was she resisting it? It didn't matter. She had given me a choice. She wasn't offended; she was challenging me to be a man.
It wasn't like I was looking for a relationship—I was too broken and too scared for that—but since she wasn't offended, maybe I could try it this time. Even if the power wouldn't work, she might not get the wrong idea.
I struggled to find the right words, the brave words, the smooth words.
'I want to ask you something' I finally typed.
'Yes Luke you can ask me anything' she replied fast.
I stared at the blinking cursor, My hands were sweating and my thumbs hovering over the tiny keyboard. I typed: 'I.. Can we... I was thinking...', then deleted it all. It was too weak.
Finally, my mind, always resorting to its lowest, most base impulse when under extreme pressure, spat out the demand that had caused all this trouble in the first place.
'Let's have sex'
That's the best I could come up with? I thought, groaning internally. It was clumsy, direct, and completely devoid of charm. I waited, holding my breath, sure I had screwed up everything.
The screen stayed silent for a full minute.
No typing bubbles. No response.
Then the reply came. One word. Simple, direct, and devastatingly cool.
'Only that'
After receiving that reply, 'only that,' I finally realized the truth: the power absolutely worked. My mind raced back to the shower with Anna. I was now completely confident, and I knew the truth about that night—it was the power playing with her mind, not a choice she made.
The thought should've scared me, but instead it made me feel powerful. Invincible.
My heart screamed in joy remembering that night, no longer colored by doubt. I told myself stopping to help that old woman was the best thing that ever happened to my life.
Nicole's last message still sat on the screen.
But what did she mean, 'only that'?, Did she expect something more complicated, maybe a relationship? A smile tugged at my lips. I typed quickly, confidence flooding my fingers.
"Yes, that's why I failed to control myself," I replied, giving her an honest answer about my lack of social grace.
"Oh, don't worry, Luke, no need to feel ashamed, we will work it out," she said.
For a moment, I felt a deep sense of relief, a relaxation I hadn't felt in days. The tension just melted away. I was sitting on the sofa, still staring at my phone, before I even realized that sleep had completely taken me away.
When I woke up, the room was completely dark. "No way, I've slept up to this hour," I muttered, shaking my head.
I definitely needed to go and take a shower. How lazy was I? I just wasted the whole day staying inside. But it is the weekend anyway, I reasoned with myself.
I took a quick shower and changed my clothes, pulling on my worn sweatpants and a T-shirt. "I'm hungry now. I should go and find something to eat." I was obviously too lazy even to think about cooking my own meal.
Just as I was finishing pulling on my shirt, I heard a soft, hesitant knock on the door. "Wait a moment," I called out.
I went to open the door, and there she was. Nicole.
Her hair was tied loosely, falling over one shoulder, she wore a warm, easy smile on her face and was holding something in her hands. She wore a soft, comfortable-looking cashmere sweater that was slightly too large, making her look cozy and completely approachable. The sweater was long enough to cover her shorts, but the way it draped made it seductively tempting.
"I prepared something," she said, lifting the plate slightly. "I couldn't finish it all alone, so I thought I'd share. Can I come in?"
For a second, I just stared at her.
How did she even know I needed food right now? It felt like fate, or maybe just incredible timing.
I just said, "Uh… yeah, sure" stepping aside immediately to let her pass.
Her smell was elegant—a light, sweet scent that wasn't overpowering. She walked past me, I closed the door behind us, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and tension hum through the room.
She went to sit on the sofa since I didn't have a dining table and put the plate of food down. She then headed straight to my small kitchen to grab another plate and a fork.
I was honestly surprised by her confidence; it was her first time here, but she was already taking charge like this was her own apartment.
The food was creamy pasta with chicken. We sat side-by-side, eating, and it was delicious. After I was done, I genuinely praised her.
"I never had something this yummy before."
She smiled, thinking I was just being nice. "Oh, please, Luke," she said, waving it off.
I looked at the messy comfort of my living room and felt a deep, warm need. Man, I wish I had her cooking for me every single day, I thought. Forget dating; I need a personal chef!
"Hope you liked it," she said, gathering the plates. She took them away, bringing them back clean, like I was the guest in my own house. But to be honest, I really enjoyed being treated like that.
She came back, and we sat there quiet for a moment. The air was thick with the question of what would happen next. I didn't know what to ask.
"Tell me about your relationship," the question suddenly slipped out. Why, brain? Why would you ask about that? I felt my face heating up.
But she was all charm and wanted to talk right away. "You really want to know about that? Well, I broke up with this guy like two months ago, and the reason is he couldn't satisfy me."
My jaw dropped. I didn't even ask all that, and she already told me everything. Wow. I had no answer.
"What about you?" she asked, her eyes locked on me and full of a seductive challenge.
I told her that I wasn't good at relationships and the last one I had was about two years ago.
"But after I moved to this city, I have been busy with work, and I couldn't focus on dating."
She looked genuinely surprised, then asked me how I cooled myself down when I was horny. I felt a bit shy; she had a lot of confidence to ask that so directly. I found myself confessing the truth: that I beat my meat sometimes.
She felt sorry for me. In a sudden, surprising move, she shifted to sit closer to me, right by my side. My heart instantly started racing again.
"When was the last time you had it? Sex?" she whispered, her soft voice right in my ear. It sent shivers and chills straight down into my bones.
I lied. I told her it was about three months ago.
Then, her hand moved, slowly passing over my thigh. I had goosebumps all over, and every inch of my di*k immediately erected, a desperate response to her touch.
She leaned in, whispering again, her breath warm against my neck. "Let me help you, Luke."
I knew she was confident, but I hadn't known she had this direct, dark side. This was it. The moment of the test, she was already offering me everything.
And this time, there was no shame—only a terrifying, absolute control.