CHAPTER ONE:
Emily's POV
I still can't believe I was fired from work. My name is Emily Carter. I'm 26 years old and work as a marketing executive in the United States. I have been the breadwinner ever since my father died. I have been single-handedly providing for my widowed sick mother and two younger siblings. After quite a few hardships, I was able to find a good position in a reputed firm in Dallas, Texas. My work ethic and dedication were decisively unmatched, but the world of corporate was rather harsh.
"Emily, we are sorry, but we have to drop you," my boss's words echoed in my mind as I walked home.
I felt a jumbled mass of emotions: rage, sadness, and even a sense of feeling lost. Sarah, my best friend, thought that there was no point staying at home and offered we go to the club instead.
I stepped into the club, the pulsating music and flashing lights washing over me. Rachel grabbed my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor.
"Let loose, Em!" she shouted over the music.
We danced, laughed, and drank way too much. A few minutes later, I couldn't find Rachel; she vanished into the crowd, leaving me alone.
A deep voice whispered in my ear, "You look like you could use a drink."
I turned to face him—tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes. His smile drew me in.
"Thanks," I said, taking hold of the drink.
"I'm Alex," he said, refusing to break contact with my eyes.
"Emily." I said, vigorously shaking his extended hands. Then, turning to greet him as well.
We conversed, chuckled, and even chose to dance, and for a moment I was not worried at all. The music, the lights, everything was a mess.
"Do you wish to leave this place?" Alex inquired questions in a soft tone.
I nodded. I was quite drunk and didn't really know what I was doing, but he gave me a sense of security.
There was immense tension between us as we reached the car.
The scene outside the window was simply a mesh of lights and shadows all moving together in a swift motion. My head was heavy, and there was an urge to close my eyes.
I turned my head towards the one behind the steering wheel, attempting to focus on him. He was like one of those guys from the movies who had a highly pronounced jaw, unkempt hair, and his eyes! Lord! The intensity in those eyes made it seem as if he could see through all the clouds in my brain.
I let out a little chuckle, which came out quite slushed.
"Y...you... are so handsome, and you are like one of the actors... like very, very hot," I forced myself to say words that were jumbled and overlapping.
His eyes shot back to the road as he quickly smiled at me and remembered his place. The warmth and completeness of the way he drove me in the vehicle were reassuring even with alcohol in my blood.
His hold on the steering wheel drew my attention as I pondered over the qualities that the driving gave to the person. There was strength in his hands, with veins that slightly bulged when he twisted the wheel, which was quite appealing to me. What would it be like to feel those large hands around me? I was startled when the car hit a bump, but laughed again, this time with even more volume from which I could feel every nerve cell in my body vibrate.
"You're... really good at this." I said, this time softer, almost a whisper, and dreamy.
This made him laugh, and such deep sounds stirred in my heart. "Relax; there's nothing you need to worry about," he said assuringly while looking straight ahead.
With the car moving forward on the road, I just closed my eyes because I had faith in him. He was just a guy behind the wheel and driving me back home; rather, in my inebriated state, he was my knight who would protect me and drive me through the stormy night.
Alexandra's POV
I had a glimpse of her presence at the other end of the club, clad in a red dress that accentuated her alluring beauty. There was tenderness lurking underneath her skin, too.
So, I walked up to her and handed her a drink.
I was enchanted to hear her laugh and joke and felt the urge to remain there. It was a night of dancing, laughter, and overindulging in what the night made available.
When I departed from the club, I realized perhaps my fantasies would be fulfilled. "Where to? I asked.
She had the most gorgeous smile when she laughed uncontrollably and replied, "Your place, my place, or a hotel."
I managed to smile, and then I made sure I took her to one of the hotels.
As I began my drive, city lights streamed across, and the only sound was that of the engine, which was uncomplicated to the night. I looked at her, who was seated in the front and apparently bobbing her head around a little as the car moved. She was already in hysteria, her speech a disjointed and drunken mess.
"You... you look like a movie star," she said, and her gaze was barely able to focus on my face.
That just made me smile. "All you have to do now is relax," I stated, making sure my voice was relaxed and free from tension.
She had to be comfortable, and I made it my business to see that she was. The sound of her laughter rang inside the car and was both touching and somewhat sad at the same time.
My hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, the veins on my hands standing out as I navigated the streets. I could feel her eyes on me, and I wondered what she was thinking. She seemed fascinated by the simplest things, like the way I turned the wheel or the sound of my voice.
Her gaze was on me, and I questioned what was on her mind and what her fantasies were.
"You're... really good at this," she murmured, her voice soft and dreamy. I chuckled, a deep sound that seemed to make her relax even more.
"Thanks," I said, glancing at her briefly before focusing back on the road. "Just trust me, okay?"
Yeah, she said, opening her eyes as she eased back into the seat. I looked at her to ascertain; sure enough, she was relaxing. I felt her tense fingers unclench, and a protective feeling commenced in my heart.
Emily's POV
Wandering in between kisses, we fell into the hotel room: one of our arms was holding the other's head, and the other was clasped over the other's waist.
Alex started placing kisses on me, sending us into dirty whispers.
"Tell me what you want," he rasped, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
"I want you to take me, all of me," I replied, my voice barely audible.
Alex's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with desire.
His fingers dipped into my warmth, and I gasped.
"Say it again," he demanded, his voice husky.
"I want you to fuck me, Alex," I breathed, my cheeks flushing.
His mouth claimed mine, our tongues tangling in a passionate dance.
As he slid down my body, his lips tracking my skin, I felt alive.
"Your taste drives me wild," he growled, his words vibrating against my skin.
His fingers stroked my core, and I arched into his touch.
"Alex!" I cried out, my release building.
His mouth replaced his fingers, sucking gently.
I was filled with ecstasy, and I melted into his embrace.
At that point, Alex became my whole world.
Alexandra's POV
As we writhed on the bed with our lips locked passionately, our whispers grew dirtier.
Continuing, as if we were riding on non-existent barriers on the bed, in the valiantly smooth satin bed covers, we started moving.
"Tell me what you want," I rasped.
Emily's voice trembled, "I want you to take me, all of me."
My fingers traced her curves, dipping into her warmth.
"Say it again," I demanded.
"I want you to fuck me, Alex," she breathed.
My mouth claimed hers, our tongues tangling.
I slid down her body, my lips tracking her skin.
"Your taste drives me wild," I growled.
My fingers explored her depths, stroking her core.
Emily's moans filled the room.
My mouth replaced my fingers, sucking gently.
"Alex!" she cried out.
Our bodies merged, passion consuming us.
In that moment, nothing else existed.