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Chapter 2: Confident

“How can a woman like you be alone here?” His question brings me back to reality.

I remember Nathan, and how everything is still so recent.

Even without intending to, his words distance me. I straighten up and formally place myself in front of his gaze. He notices but doesn't question. He just waits for an answer to come out of my mouth.

I think about using some cliché phrase, but I'm impatient to pretend I'm fine for even one more second.

“To be honest, my boyfriend broke up with me today.” The words come out painfully.

I reach for the drink that was offered earlier and gulp it down in one go. Even slightly warm, it's still delicious. “Is it pineapple?” I ask the bartender, but John takes the lead and responds:

“Pineapple, clove, cinnamon, basil,” His hand lingers lightly on mine, and he starts sliding his thumb over the skin. “It's an aphrodisiac. Better be careful… Unless you have other intentions.”

He takes the empty glass from my hand and returns it to the bartender.

My body tingles again. I don't know what to do or how to act; it's all confusing.

“And what is your intention in offering it specifically to me?” I'm surprised at how it all sounds almost… erotic. They are ordinary words, but he makes them feel like something more.

“I'm not a man of beating around the bush, Hana. I'll be honest with you,” He takes on a serious posture, and his commanding voice stands out. “Since the moment I saw you, I decided that I need to have you for myself.”

“You're referring to me as an object,” I retort, and he doesn't seem to like it, but he's too involved to give up the game he started. “I imagine many women throw themselves at your feet. I won't be one of them.” He smiles in response, genuinely finding amusement in what I say.

“You don't have to pretend, love. We want the same thing,” He whispers in my ear before getting up, and I feel a tingling between my legs. Fuck, his perfume is delicious.

“You're very confident, Kauer.” I follow him and stand in front of him, so he doesn't notice how much he affects me. “You barely know me. How can you be sure of what I want?”

He takes advantage of the crowd that surrounds us and drags me to the side of the bar where it's more secluded.

“I know Hana because you haven't stopped squeezing your thighs since you saw me,” he whispers almost inaudibly, his chest pressed in mine as he pushes me against the wall. “I notice the signs your body gives, and from what it indicates, it's almost begging for me to fuck you right now.”

How dare he? It's so… insolent. It leaves me stunned, and unfortunately, I'm too preoccupied with what might happen to defend my honor. So, the only words that come out of my mouth are:

“What's stopping you, John?”

The words slip out, and I barely recognize myself. I don't know what happened, but from the moment I met him, another personality took control, acting recklessly and dangerously, completely different from how I've acted my entire life.

Still, it's hard to say that I don't like this new version. Especially when I see John's reaction. His green eyes turn dark, and it's as if he, just like me, has become someone else. His hand moves up my bare back, tracing the entire length of my warm skin. He tangles his hand in my hair and takes me forcefully, but with unexpected aggression, which I welcome.

I feel his tongue savoring my lips as if it were his favorite meal.

Our mouths almost become one, and I have to contain the moans that threaten to escape every time he presses me against his already evident erection in such a short time. I explore his mouth with curiosity, just as I desired to do with his entire body since the moment I met him. And when I find myself physically begging for more, he pulls away abruptly. I watch him suspiciously, fearful of the reason that made him retreat.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask foolishly, naively, as if I didn't know how to give a simple kiss.

“Do you think you did something wrong, sweetheart?” He guides my hand to his cock, almost tearing the fabric of the dress pants he's wearing.

I feel my mouth watering in a purely genuine and unexpected reaction. My body is begging for more, almost forcing me to say the same through words.

“I don't want to do this here. Can you come with me?” He asks, extending his hand to me. And completely driven by emotion, I follow him.

We're not seen, and I prefer to keep it that way. The valet hands over the car keys, a beautiful silver Lamborghini that unsurprisingly matches his personality.

As stunning as it is, it doesn't impress me. I'm not here for that; I saw he was rich the moment I looked at the Rolex on his wrist.

My motives are different, and none of them revolve around money.

Leave a message for Alice letting her know I'll be spending the night out. I don't provide more details; what I'm going to say is a concern for later.

I feel the wind on my face, and the sensation is good, albeit somewhat scary. I'm in a stranger's car, a man I've known for a few hours, but my body seems to recognize him from other lifetimes. He handles the steering wheel skillfully, while one hand hovers over my thigh covered by the fabric from the dress, that he occasionally presses it, making me beg to feel it in other places.

I don't pay attention to the route we're taking, but everything is too beautiful. Atlantic City is even more charming at night. The beaches are stunning, and the lights of the buildings illuminate the bustling streets. The drive is quick. He stops in front of a luxurious hotel, the kind that I would probably never be able to afford to visit if it weren't for someone like John.

The attendants greet him as if he's famous here, and we quickly make our way to the room, if I can even call it that. Almost occupying an entire floor, the place is a paradise resort. The ocean view, the elegant decor, everything makes it feel like I'm daydreaming.

But the moment his hands touch me, I remember that it's all too real.

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