"Ethan's point of view,"
The way I feel, I must be dreaming. It was a dream, for sure, because in real life, I had a strong desire to stroke Stella's smooth skin.
But how did Steve's body become so supple overnight?
That's why I was annoyed that I had to share a room with Steve, but there were none available.
I may have consumed a bit too much alcohol today, which is why it was difficult for me to find my room.
In my drunken stupor, I misplaced my room key and decided it would be best to leave the party without telling Steve. However, Stella had already left the dance floor and vanished somewhere. After looking for a while and still being unable to locate Stella, I decided it would be best to head back to my hotel.
I obtained the hotel key from the front desk and opened the door to my room. Because I was so exhausted and inebriated, I decided it would be best to lie down on the bed without turning on the room's light. To have a good night's sleep, I take off all of my clothes and only keep my briefs on.
Steve was already dozing on the bed when I entered the room. By turning on the air conditioning, he had made the room extremely cold.
With my eyes closed, I repeatedly saw Stella's face. Once more, I yearned to grasp her slim waist with all of my might.
I have no idea how my hand got to Steve's waist, and I grasped it, thinking it was Stella's.
Steve's feet also felt incredibly soft and silky.
Wow, I believe he waxed his entire body. However, the air conditioning was making me feel cold, and Steve also turned away from me to sleep on the other side of the bed. I was now left with no choice but to draw his blanket over myself.
I have the first right to wear the blanket because I am his boss.
Due to the cold, I pulled his cover down and clung to his body to stay warm. His body keeps making me think of Stella. Oh my God, I wish she were in this blanket with me right now.
However, she must be spending this time with her lover. I became enraged at the mere mention of her partner and tightened my hold on Steve's waist.
Steve isn't dressed at the moment.
How did his figure suddenly change to be so soft?
My hands began to move naturally away from his waist and toward his hips.
What am I doing, oh my God? My lustful thoughts are not under my control.
Why is Steve sticking with me rather than putting distance between us?
Is Steve a homo?
Yes, it is possible because he frequently blushes upon seeing me for no apparent reason.
Though I admit that I have no interest in women, that in no way identifies me as gay.
But let me correct you: you prefer Stella but not other ladies. My subconscious corrected my sentence.
Okay, I'll say it—I like Stella. And although she can't be here with me right now, I wish she could be here with me instead of Steve.
But at this point, my lustful thoughts have mesmerized me so thoroughly that I can see Stella in Steve.
I'm sorry, Steve, but I had to kiss you since I was so compelled to taste Stella's pulpy lips.
And to my astonishment, he also kissed me in return.
Because of Stella, I never anticipated kissing Steve. I should have been more honest with Stella about how I felt. Anyway, my grandma wants Stella to be the mother of my child; therefore, I have to act sexually with her to fulfill this wish. But our agreement and its terms and conditions Even if I wanted to, I couldn't approach her without her consent.
But why are these thoughts running through my head right now? I'm currently relishing Steve's softening. Whether it's because I'm inebriated or because Steve's chest cup size is that large, I'm loving stroking his chest. His moaning voice was just like Stella's when I was massaging his chest.
Is Stella really with me?
Right now, I don't care what I'm doing with Steve; all I want is to get my lustful thoughts under control. I sat on top of him and immediately began giving him a fervent kiss. I had the feeling of being able to eat a complete meal while kissing him. I encircled his toes and cupped his hands in mine. He also has such a soft neck.
Maybe I would have tried to kiss Steve sooner if I had realized that Stella and Steve have so many similarities.
Why am I tempted to suck his chest? I'm not able to do it. But because I am currently unable to control my desires and even Steve isn't attempting to stop me, why should I?
How can I engage in sexual activity with Steve if I've never done so before? Maybe the rest of his body is just like Stella's, so I should check it out.
My hand began to slide toward his stomach.
"Avery, what are you doing over there?" Stella's voice suddenly reached my ears as the room's light turned on.
"Who is inside the blanket with me if you are here?" She took the blanket off my face right away.
Oh my God, it's Stella, not Steve. I opened my eyes and gazed at her face.
"Ethan Woods?What are you doing here?" Her voice was filled with shock.
"I want to ask you the same thing: Why are you here?" She can't yell at me like that, after all. She's to blame because she walked into my room without warning.
"You responded to my query first." She questioned me as she turned to face me. Her nose's tip once more went red with rage.
"No, you responded to my query first." I had to get out of her duvet right away, but now I don't want to leave her warm body.
"Hold on, Stella, I have to go sleep in my friend's room because I am already exhausted. Good night." Avery left after turning off the light in our room.
Stella's PA is wiser than she is.
"Ethan, stop touching my body." Stella tried to take my hand off her waist as soon as Avery exited the room.
"What if I decide not to?" I squeezed her waist even more.
"You can't force me." Although she did not attempt to escape my hold, her words and actions were different.
"You liked my touch a lot up until recently, Mrs. Woods. What suddenly happened to you?" I could feel the impact of my proximity on her body, even if there was just an inch between us.
"I had no idea that you were using my bed; otherwise, I never would have done such a thing." Although I couldn't see her face due to the darkness in the room, I could tell from the sound of her voice that she is currently experiencing a lot of awkwardness.
"What exactly do you mean by that?
Do you behave in this manner toward every individual you share a bed with?" I whispered while putting my face close to her earlobe.
"I was under the impression that Avery was sleeping with me."
'Oh, so you must be a lesbian." I remarked as I brushed my leg across her flawless leg.
"You should first explain to me what you are doing in this room before we talk more about me."
"Since this is my room, I mistakenly believed that Steve was sharing my bed."
"Oh, Mr. Woods, you are also homosexual." She had her hand on my belly button.
"Do you wear only lingerie to bed, Mrs. Woods?"
"Ethan, stop talking nonsense and leave my room." I resisted her attempts to shove me off the bed.
"Mrs. Woods, you cannot simply kick me out of this room, and if you even consider doing so tonight, I will tell everyone in the hotel about how you let a nice man like me try to seduce."
"Put an end to your incessant babbling and get some rest; we will continue this discussion tomorrow."To avoid me, she swung her face to the other side.