Lilian's pov.
My eyes slowly opened in the golden sunlight that streamed in from the open windows. I shifted lazily, enjoying the warmth I was cocooned in before my brain completely rebooted and my neck snapped up staring in mortification at the slack face in front of mine. Shit. I overslept. As my body slowly woke up ,I tried to leave the bed, the emphasis on trying as I realized that I was trapped in the muscular arms of the man I slept with last night . With arms like a steel bar , he wasn't letting go and he wasn't waking up either. It was almost as if he took sleeping pills. It took a lot to get here, and now that I am here, I'm finding it exceedingly difficult to return. I stopped struggling for a while, still tired from the night before. Shrugging, I laid my head on his well defined pecs tilting my head and staring at his sleep softened features . I realized that now that I'm in this position, the stranger looked so cute and helpless, he wasn't as frightening as when we first met.
It was the first time in ten years that I left the sprawling hallways of my house. It was also the day that I lost my virginity. I knew it was sad but I always wanted to lose my virginity. I had always wondered what my first time would be like, whether it would be good or bad or just plain weird but it had to be with a stranger and not with someone I knew, because there were zero chances that anyone would do that for me and wouldn't tell on me to my father. And I didn't want to open that can of worms , so doing it with a stranger was my best bet. pathetic ,I know.
Coming to this bar was a gamble, and I staked everything for this game of roulette,which included swapping places with my maid to come here. My father wouldn't have agreed,he would probably tie me to my bed , so this was the only plan I could think of. And now in the aftermath looking up at this man's face ,who looks so sweet and vulnerable ,the thought of using him for my selfish desire hurts me.
He didn't hesitate to say yes. At first he was a bit flustered when I asked but he surprised me by just nodding. I wonder if all men are as innocent as he is, because I haven't met anyone like him.
My phone rings, the crooning voice of Lady GaGa startling me . I quickly checked the name of the contact, rolling my eyes after seeing it , because of course it was my overbearing father. I promptly switched off my phone, giving the stranger a smile, before taking his hand and heading straight to the designated room. I mentally apologize to my father but still stay firm in my resolve because today was the day I finally became worthless in his eyes, that way I won't be his most prized possession anymore.
This sudden course of action had not been a spontaneous need to get validation on my womanhood. rather in the early hours of yesterday, I had accidentally heard my father's conversation with our guest. The guest was an acquaintance of my father and had wanted me to become the wife of some Alpha, as a replacement for his Mate before she arrived. Although it was unfortunate that he had not been able to find his mate yet, I didn't see the reason why I had to be a substitute. I've always hated the idea of being someone's second choice, a replacement or rebound taken just to fill the hole created for another. Determined to escape my fate I had to make myself undesirable which mostly translates to impure.
It was the reason I fled home and came to this club.
"What's your name?" The man asked me. His voice was deep and intimidating but strangely, I found it alluring. I took in the rest of him and was not disappointed. Sporting a good height of 6'3 obviously looming over my smaller frame of 5'6. He's broad-shouldered and long limbed with thick arms that are belied by his delicate fingers. His rich dark hair sweeps across his head in glorious waves , a few longer wisps framing his chiseled face. In conclusion He is handsome. Like very handsome, like I could wax poetry and sing ballads- handsome he was exactly what I needed. However he looked like someone who was hard to please, with full lips pressed into a stern line like they never smiled and dark shadows under his eyes like he hadn't gotten enough sleep- well it seemed like he lacked more than sleep.
I wouldn't want to upset him.
"I do not think my name is of importance until we're finished, '' I told him.
He stops and stares at me blankly, incredulous at my bluntness ,I wondered if It was something I said . From what I perceived he seemed like he was a few years older , although it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. I don't have any experience so I'm not certain what to do, although I watched a few x-rated clips, I don't think that's enough.
After our intense staring contest He starts taking off his clothes, deft fingers working swiftly on his buttons like he took his clothes off for a living. I watched as his tie came undone down to his shirt. His sculpted torso facing me in all its glory. This man is perfect. It seems impossible for him to possess all these attributes . Suddenly, it got really hot in the room. I turned around and waited for him to finish, unsure of what I should do. So many thoughts flooded my mind to the point where I couldn't think straight, I was finally going to do it but I couldn't bring myself to.
"What do we do about your face?", The question startles me back into action
"Let it be." I reply , quickly turning off the lights and moving to a corner, exposing my back before sweeping my hair to the side before slowly unzipping my dress.
"Alright then, have it your way." I smile a bit at that , turning around with a smart quip on my tongue which promptly died in the back of my dry throat as I watch him shamelessly moon bathing NAKED, the moonlight painting shadows over the dips and curves of his muscled frame and I was enraptured as I had never seen a body as beautiful as his.
Slowly he walked towards my direction and reached for me, his hand on my back as he helped me with the unzipping. The moment the dress drops he lets out a gasp in shock. I suddenly feel all the alarm bells in my head go off. He must not like what he sees.
"What, do I look that terrible?"
"No, you look perfect." He tells me.
That was the last thing he said before he grabbed my waist and pulled me close, his warm breath as he locked eyes with me like someone who was drunk, it seemed as if he was begging for something. The night was still young, and I had more time to spare. I took the initiative and kissed him first. He tasted likes whiskey and sex. He had me like pudding already as I melted in his arms. His hands roaming my lace clad body. His strong hands kneaded my breasts, caressing my hair, trailing down the length of my arms and leaving sparks in its wake. I have never felt anything like this. A small moan escaped my lips, giving him the go ahead he needed. In the same swift motion, he had my underwear undone, my naked body clad against his as he led me to the bed.
By the time I woke up it was already 6am. I knew I had overstayed my welcome. Father must be furious by now. It takes me a while but I finally free myself from this man. He was sleeping peacefully without a single care in the world. I wish I could sleep as peacefully as you right now.
To think I actually did it last night.
It was wonderful, I thought he was going to be rough, but he was very gentle. He worshiped every inch of my body, like I was a goddess. He tried his best not to hurt me. I felt weakened but grateful. Unfortunately, it was the end of the road for us.
This room must have cost a fortune and in as much as I let my wild side out the night before, I do not intend to keep it going for longer, thus, I decide that I do not wish to be indebted to anyone. I reached for my purse and took out all the cash I had with me before I turned to leave the room. In implicate, I take out a sticky note pad out of my purse and write him a note. Just to show gratitude for obliging me.
I turned to take one final look at him. As I put the note down, I take a step closer to him and whisper a faint "thank you" to him, but just then the door to the room flies open and the people I had been waiting for arrive.