"So, um, welcome to my humble abode," Iridessa said, her cheeks turning a shade of red as she noticed Indiana's bra on the couch. Not to mention, she had sent a text to both Indiana and Nathaniel, asking them not to come home tonight, with a little bribe involved. But let's be honest, Indiana wouldn't have agreed without some persuasion.
"It's alright," she replied, stealing a glance at him as he looked around. He seemed so out of place in her apartment, as if he belonged in a luxurious penthouse instead.
"You don't have to say that. I know it's not perfect, but it's the best we could find. Things are pretty expensive around here," she explained, nodding as he acknowledged her words. Iridessa hurriedly rushed to the couch, removing the magazines and empty granola bar from its surface. Sometimes she wondered if she was living with animals rather than humans.
"Please, have a seat. I apologize for the mess. I live with two other people, and they can be quite messy," she chuckled, though it sounded forced. She glanced down and noticed her hands trembling. Damn it.
"Why am I so jittery? Pull yourself together, Iridessa. This isn't your first time inviting a man over, so act normal," she thought to herself.
"Thank you," he said, taking a seat just as Iridessa was about to leave. Suddenly, he grabbed her arms and planted a gentle kiss on them.
"Relax. I won't bite, unless you want me to," he chuckled, releasing her arms. The spot where he had kissed her felt warm, and she could still feel the lingering heat of his touch. Iridessa made her way to Indiana's room, tossing the clothes and magazines onto the bed, and disposing of the empty granola bar. She took a deep breath and returned to the living room.
"What would you like?" she asked, standing in front of him with a small smile on her face.
"What I want is right in front of me," he replied, pulling her onto his lap. Iridessa let out a yelp, placing her hand on his chest as she looked up at him, a mischievous smirk playing on his full lips.
"That's not what I meant," she stammered, her cheeks turning a rosy shade. She felt like a young girl with a crush.
"But that's not what I desire. I want you," he declared, planting gentle kisses on her cheeks, then moving slowly to her ears, the corner of her lips, and finally her throat. As she looked up at him, she noticed his intense gaze fixed upon her. Feeling bashful, she looked down, and he gently lifted her chin.
"Don't hide from me, Cara," he spoke in a deep, husky voice that sent shivers down Iridessa's spine. She nodded in response.
"Express yourself, Cara," he growled, causing her to shudder.
"Yes, I will," she replied.
"Bella Ragazza," he murmured, placing a soft kiss on her lips. The way she opened her mouth and eagerly sucked on his tongue made him delve deeper into her mouth. He was rough and aggressive, as if he wanted to consume her entirely. Iridessa couldn't help but moan as he sucked and bit her bottom lip forcefully.
"I shouldn't be doing this, but you make me feel like I'm going insane if I don't touch you," he confessed and Iridessa's brow furrowed in confusion as she broke the kiss and looked at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Nothing, Cara," he simply replied, kissing her lips once more. Iridessa felt a flutter in her stomach. She had never experienced such intense sensations before. Every touch from him felt like a blazing trail of fire on her skin.
"I'll be right back," Iridessa said, attempting to stand up from Idris's side. However, he held her back.
"Where do you think you're going, Amore?" Idrus whispered, trailing kisses down her neck and biting her gently. Iridessa let out a moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. His teeth were sharp and her eyes widened in surprise.
"Did I hurt you?" he whispered, his lips grazing her neck softly..
"No, not at all," Iridessa replied, her cheeks turning as red as a ripe tomato. She couldn't deny the pleasure she felt from his touch.
Iridessa hesitantly inquired, "Can I use the bathroom?" But as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted asking. After all, it was her own home, but she needed a moment to gather her thoughts.
"Sure, but don't take too long princess ," Idris growled playfully. Iridessa quickly got up and hurried into the bathroom, leaning against the door to catch her breath.
After taking care of her lady bits and hyping herself up, Iridessa was about to leave the bedroom when she noticed the ring on her finger. For a moment, she had forgotten it was there. Deciding to take it off, she placed it on the counter. A strange glow seemed to emanate from the ring, but she dismissed it and made her way to the living room. But to her surprise, Idrus was nowhere to be found.
"Idrus, where are you?" she called out, her voice filled with concern. There was no response, and fear began to creep into her mind. Has something happened to him? But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Idrus was a huge guy, who looked capable of handling himself. So where could he be?.
"Idrus, are you hiding in here? She scanned the living room, Indiana's room, and then Nathaniel's room, but there was no sign of him, then it suddenly hit her that he had ghosted her, leaving her feeling sad and defeated.
"Did you really think someone as handsome and wealthy as him would be interested in you?" Iridessa pondered silently, her gaze fixed on the floor. She had believed he was different, that he had sparked something within her that no one else had. But she had been mistaken. Wiping away her tears, she decided to wash away her disappointment in the bathroom.
After her bath, she dried herself off and slipped into her nightwear, ready to put the whole ordeal behind her. However, as she was about to leave, a glimmer caught her eye from the corner of the room. It was the ring, sitting there, seemingly calling out to her.
"Well, I guess you'll be my companion for tonight," she muttered to the ring, picking it up and carrying it with her as she headed towards the door. But just as she reached the door to her room, a knock echoed through the front door, causing her to freeze.
Iridessa's brow furrowed in confusion. She wasn't expecting anyone, and she hadn't informed Nathaniel or Indiana about her change of plans. Besides them, she had no other friends in New York, and she had no family . So who could it be? Her heart raced with anticipation, but before she could approach the door, Iridessa hurried to the kitchen and grabbed the first thing she could find - a butter knife - and rushed back to the front door.
"Who's there?" she called out, gripping the doorknob with her left hand and clutching the knife tightly in the other. This was the moment just before she opened the door, her senses on high alert.