Chapter 4 Who Are You!?

Calista

The man, with his perfect dark features, dark hair, and dark eyebrows, was not Zane! And in that moment of realization, I also became aware of my nakedness. With a shock on my face, I awkwardly grabbed the towel to cover myself.

"Who are you!?" I exclaimed, feeling a rush of awkwardness and alarm coursing through my body.

Instead of reacting with surprise or concern, he simply smiled. "No, who are you?" he countered, correcting me with a playful tone and a smirk on his face. I quickly put some distance between us, still clutching the towel tightly.

I trembled, shaking my head as I spoke, "I'm Calista. Zane, the owner of this apartment, let me stay here for a while for some personal reasons. And who are you…?" Despite his striking appearance, I could feel my voice quivering, and I noticed how he absentmindedly bit his kissable lips.

Damn it, I shouldn't have thought of him that way. He could be a creep for all I know, yet I must be a psycho for interacting with this one.

He did that jaw thing, his eyes locked on mine. "I live here, Calista," he replied with an attractive laugh that I couldn't help but find enticing, even though I knew I shouldn't. The tension between us seemed to thicken.

"I'm Cedric Ashford. I thought you were the girl coming over to my room," he chuckled. "Zane never brings girls here, so this situation is pretty unique, huh?" His words caught me off guard, and I could already sense that he was a playboy from the way he spoke.

"Really…" I replied, not particularly interested in hearing any more of his words.

I just want him to walk out but at the same time, I love to watch his face. His handsome face.

"You look so hot despite being soaked from the rain, huh? I can't deny it, you have a nice body. You're perfect. That's probably why Zane chose you over anyone else he's rejected," he remarked. I narrowed my eyes at him and gestured towards the door, feeling a surge of irritation.

I couldn't believe I was learning new things about Zane from this talkative man. Zane is not that loud.

"Really? Please, just leave if that's all you want to say. I'll be done in a minute… Also, you're talking complete nonsense. I have no relationship with Zane." I demanded, but he just laughed.

"Girls never say that to me," he replied. "You're making me more intrigued, Calista. Are you not Zane's secret girlfriend?" I gasped and shook my head vehemently.

"Of course not!" I vehemently denied it, feeling shocked by his confidence and assumption.

He smirked. "I need that assurance," he stated casually as he walked in, his expression unchanged. I gulped and let out a yelp as he closed the door behind him.

My eyes widened as he began to unzip his pants. "Hey! What the hell are you doing!?" I shouted, trying to push him away. But he didn't stop; instead, he walked closer to me, causing me to hit the wall of the bathroom.

Despite my embarrassment and the racing of my heart, I couldn't help but find him incredibly attractive at that moment. This is why I am getting too fooled easily and I don't know how to change this attitude of mine.

"What's the big deal, beautiful Calista?" His voice rang out, casual yet laden with suggestion. His words, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of clothes hitting the floor, drew my attention despite my attempt to shield my eyes.

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks. "Oh, shit," I muttered under my breath, caught off guard by his brazenness. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I pried open my eyes, only to be met with a sight that made my heart race.

His figure stood before me, entirely exposed, the play of light and shadow accentuating every curve and contour of his physique. I couldn't tear my gaze away, captivated by the raw masculinity emanating from him.

"You've never seen a naked man before?" He retorted, my voice strained as I struggled to maintain some semblance of control. But his proximity, coupled with the intensity of his gaze, rendered me powerless.

"What the hell are you doing?" I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. His eyes locked onto mine, and I found myself mesmerized by the way his gaze seemed to strip away every layer of my defenses.

He regarded me with a confidence that bordered on arrogance as if he knew he held all the cards. And I don't know what's wrong with me that I seemed to be loving this moment.

"Now watch my perfect body and let me be the one to take the virginity of your eyes." I can feel myself feeling breathless and I don't even know why I can't seem to take my gaze off from his abs and his well defined body.

Suddenly, he raised my chin and kissed my lips fiercely. I yelped and tried to push him away, but I couldn't. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but his kisses have me completely swept up in them.

He sucked my lips pleasantly, my towel slid down, and we were both naked, so I let him kiss me despite my desire to shove him.

I moaned, and pushed him, "This is highly appropriate." I breathe hard like catching my breath from his passionate kiss.

"Why fight it?" He asked, his voice low. "We're already here, and I don't mind kissing and making love with a beautiful woman like you." He continued as he drew me nearer and enveloped me in another kiss. Our bodies pressed tightly against each other, and I sensed myself surrendering to a man I had only encountered moments before.

His hands wandered across my form, eliciting a gasp as my body pressed against the tiled bathroom wall.

Just as his caresses become overwhelming, intensifying the heat coursing through me, an unexpected knock on the door interrupts our moment.