Chapter 4

Christian's POV

"You're late." I said to her without turning around. I faced the window as I heard her nervous footsteps.

"Sorry, sir. They wouldn't let me through." My blood ran cold at the sound of her voice.

It sounded eerily similar to my late wife's. What sick game was Aiden playing?

Yesterday was her third death anniversary.

Did he bring Vanessa's duplicate here tonight to mock me?

"Did Aiden tell you to do that?" I asked her.

"Do what, sir?"

"Speak like that." I balled my hand into a fist.

"I don't understand." She said while coming closer.

"Stop! Don't come any closer." I instructed her. "Leave. Get lost."

This is a huge insult to my wife's memory that Aiden hired a whore for the night and told her to act like Vanessa.

I'll have a serious word with him about this. There are some things you don't joke with.

There was silence in the room after I told her to leave as she didn't heed my instruction, "No. I'm not leaving. I was paid for this job." She insisted.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, it's about the money for someone like her.

"Miss, I'll pay you double, maybe even triple of what you were paid. Just make sure I don't see your face. Leave."

The lights were suddenly switched off as darkness filled the room, "I don't want your money." She said,

I turned to look at her but couldn't see her face as the room was pitch black. I walked to where she was even though I couldn't see her.

"You don't want money?" I asked her. "What if I pay you ten times what he paid you. Would you leave then?"

"No. I don't need your money. I just want you to have sex with me." Her voice was unwavering as I perceived the smell of alcohol mixed with her jasmine scented perfume.

I walked closer to her, "What sort of whore picks sex over money?" I loved the scent of her already. I can't get enough of it.

"Thankfully, you know I'm a whore so you know what my main job is." She replied boldly. "Don't worry, I've turned off the lights so you won't see my face."

She fascinated me with how she insisted on doing the work that brought her here and nothing else.

"Strip." I commanded her. "Take off all your clothes." I took a swig of the vodka on the table as she took off her clothes.

"Done." She said after a while.

"Get on the bed." I instructed her before gulping down the contents of the glass cup in my hand.

"I'm waiting." She said after a while which left me stunned and confused.

"Why do you want to have sex with me so badly?"

"I'm just doing my job." She replied.

I undid my cuffs and took off my tie, "That doesn't sound like the truth." I noted.

"Maybe I just need a temporary distraction from the shit storm in my life." Her tone sounded somewhat sad.

I discarded the rest of my clothes before getting on top of her, "And having sex with a stranger is going to solve it?" I asked her.

I couldn't make out her face even though I was on top of her. Her body felt soft and nice just like Vanessa's.

"It is the only way to make me feel better tonight." She said before I felt her lips on mine.

I had resolved not to kiss her earlier but now that she had initiated it, I didn't want it to end.

I let go of my initial hesitation and disinterest and kissed her back like I was starving.

She matched my pace and before I knew what was going on, we were in a full-blown make-out session as I slipped my finger between her folds eliciting a moan from her.

She was very tight down there. And I was impatient.

I trailed my kisses down her neck and towards her breasts as she moaned loudly. I circled my tongue around her perky breasts and felt her lift her body from the bed in pleasure.

Even her moans sounded like Vanessa's. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands just like Vanessa's as well.

I ran my tongue over her nipples one at a time giving them equal attention as my finger headed towards the juncture between her legs.

She gasped and held my head on her breasts as my two fingers slipped past her folds to get her ready for me.

She trashed around in pleasure as I increased the pace of my fingers inside her while running my tongue over her nipples one at a time.

Not too long after, she came on my fingers and I couldn't resist the urge to lick them off with my tongue just so I could know how she tasted.

Would it be strange to say that this stranger tasted just like Vanessa? What the hell is this?

Maybe I have lost my mind after being celibate for three years after my wife's death.

"Please, fuck me." Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, "Fuck me, please. I can't wait anymore." She gently massaged my already erect dick.

"Miss, are you sure about this?" I asked her for the last time. "This is your last chance to walk away. Once I start, I won't stop until I'm done." I warned her.

"Do you find me attractive?" She asked instead.

It might be dark in here but I could still feel a certain pull towards her, "Yes." I answered truthfully.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" She asked again, her voice quivering.

"What sort of question—"

"Just answer it please." She pleaded.

"I can hardly hold myself back." I answered her question.

"Then please have sex with me. I'm not going anywhere." She begged.

I didn't need another permission as I positioned myself between her legs and plunged deep into her with the impatience of a man who hasn't been fucked in three years making her scream in pleasure.

She moaned in pleasure as I waited to give her a few moments before I began to thrust into her impatiently and she in turn responded passionately to my movements.

We spent the entire night together as I fucked her in every and any position till we lay spent and tangled together in bed.

Only Vanessa knew how to make sex feel this good. Maybe I should keep her and make her my exclusive.

I couldn't get enough of her that I woke her up in the wee hours of the morning and we went at it again.

As the morning rolled by and I reached out to touch the space beside me on the bed, hoping to see her face and get her name, I was met with coldness.

She was gone.

The room was empty and the only thing left of her were the memories of the amazing night we had together.

My phone on the bedside table rang and I knew instantly that it was Aiden.

Good timing. I don't know if she realized that I didn't have a condom on last night.

I'll tell him to remind her to take the pill. I don't want to have my third child with a woman like her.

My late wife Vanessa gave me a beautiful pair of twins. A boy and a girl. Alexander and Alexandra.

"Yoo, Chris! I'm so sorry, man." He yelled over the line.

"What is it?" I sat up.

"I'm sorry that the girl couldn't make it last night. She was at the hospital all night because she had a family emergency." He apologized.

"Who?" I asked in confusion.

"The girl you were supposed to spend the night with last night." He clarified.

What?! Then who was here last night?

"She was here last night. I was with her."

"No, Chris. She didn't come there. I just got off the phone with her." He insisted.

"Then who did I spend the night with?"