ARIEL'S POV
"Door, door, door." I murmured.
Squinting my eyes at the door numbers on the doors aligned before me, trying to figure which one leads to my hotel room but with the dizzy spell I was under, it was a bit difficult for me to do so.
"Bingo." I muttered opening the door.
Sister told me my room number was '7001' I think I saw all those numbers there at the door entrance, so I'm good to go.
"Fuck I feel so hot." I thought to myself collapsing on the bed before standing up once more heading towards the shower.
My whole body felt like it was housing nothing but fire within, I just wanted nothing but to cool myself down at the moment before the heat drive me nuts.
As I got closer to the bathroom, I heard the shower running, could it be an angel heard my request and decided to prepare my bath for me, whoever that is, the person is deeply blessed by me.
I stumbled into the bathroom murmuring a thank you but the moment I raised my head up it was like the fire burning inside tripled and were even doing some summersault within me.
There was the replica of some motherfucking hot Greek god before me, his abs were probably steel in human flesh, I haven't touched them yet but I know a good one when I see one.
Another thing caught my eyes that made me salivate, his holy rod, which stood erect seeking for some attention, which the little guy definitely got.
The water coming down from the shower ran down through his body creating a glittering effect, I don't know how but my whole body screamed that the man before me was my coolant, as I drooled at his body unconsciously licking my lips.
Maybe it was the amount of alcohol I drank downstairs at the ball that made my head this mushy or it was being single for too long, all I know is that I want that rod before me, within me.
The man eyes shut open, probably after sensing a weirdo that was drooling at his stick and body, mostly his stick, a little voice in my head corrected and I don't intend on arguing with it cause it is the truth.
"Who are you?" He asked coldly with a threat hidden in that question, instead on focusing on how to answer his question, my legs went jelly with his voice, why was this human so perfect.
Then everything pieced together and I finally understood why a Greek god was in my bathroom, it seems that the gods has finally decided to show some mercy on me and give me a man.
"Ask the questions later." I said hungrily launching myself at him, giving him the best kiss I could muster and also my first, so in other words the kiss wasn't the best, instead it was quite sloppy.
The shower doused the two of us with water, probably complaining that we should show it some respect and take our naughty act elsewhere but I was having none of that.
"Leave!" The man thundered immediately he pulled me away from him, but I was too delusional to give him a response, "I know you also have a raging fire within you, so let's do each other a favour, so be a good boy and don't resist alright." Surprisingly saying that worked, because when I kissed him this time around not only did he respond, he sweeped me off my feet and carried me to the bedroom, probably ready for a showdown.
As we left, I could swear I saw the shower release a sigh of relief, the poor little thing was spared of the 18+ show that was going to happen soon.
The man let his desires consume him as he kissed me relentlessly leaving me out of breath, and when I let my guard down he pinned my hands together to the bed making my heartbeat accelerate as I stared at his perfect face, his jaw look so sharp that I was sure that it could cut through and object and his lips were so inviting.
"Now answer me, who sent you?" He asked in a cold voice breathing heavily probably trying to control his desires.
"You still want to be asking questions?" I smirked stretching out my legs using them to ring his bells as all I wanted at the moment was cool myself, and then he lost it completely.
I couldn't deny, my beauty was one of a kind, if not for the fact my sister was always suppressing me I would have been a gem that men would not want to let go off.
So the thing is, I am Ariel Mackenzie, the daughter of a so-so socialite family, the Mackenzie's family.
My family was great, only in the eyes of the public, but at home? It was not as portrayed, my sister and mother hated me to the core for some reason, and not only that, they would stop at nothing to make me look bad in front of my dad which always pretty much worked.
As for what led me to the hotel room, well my family hosted a function today, and of course I had to be there, and for some reason people kept approaching me for toasts and I had to accept it by drinking, something that my low alcohol tolerance did not quite agree with, so here I am.
Trust me, usually I'm not like this, I am a very reserved person, so reserved that in my 20 years of living I haven't had a single boyfriend to my name, so let's just say it's the alcohol that is making me do all these.
So back to the present now, as soon as the man lost his rationale, his Greek god image almost crumpled because he was not as gentle as he seemed.
His thrusts did decrease the heat inside me but the pain and pleasure I was feeling was enough to make me go nuts for weeks, soon enough I got tired but his holy rod still stood tall like a knight that was ready to go to war.
After hours and hours of pleasure everything died down as he rolled over to sleep and so did I, I mean I deserved it after doing such a hectic exercise.
THE NEXT MORNING
I woke up yawning and stretching feeling pains around my lower body, did my grand aunt visit while I was asleep? I wondered frowning at the thought, by the time I regained my full consciousness, I noticed that where I was laying down was definitely not my room.
Like that was not shocking enough, there is a strange man on the bed with me, my brain tried to think of many possibilities, but there was only one question that was screaming in my head at the moment not giving the opportunity to think, WHERE THE HELL AM I?!!!