One *** The masked encounter
Khloe stood in front of the mirror, tilting her head slightly as she adjusted the black mask that covered the upper half of her face. Her blue eyes stared back at her, vibrant and restless, like the ocean on a stormy day. The mask felt strange yet comforting, a shield that let her step into another version of herself for the night.
"Still fidgeting with that thing?" Emily called from the couch, her tone teasing but warm.
Khloe turned, her lips curving into a small smile. Emily, with her auburn waves and sharp green eyes, lounged as though the world moved at her command. Her best friend since childhood, Emily was a constant—a steady rhythm in Khloe's otherwise unpredictable life.
"It's not sitting right," Khloe said, her fingers still tugging at the strap.
Emily snorted. "The mask is fine. You're just stalling."
Khloe sighed, dropping her hands. "Maybe I am."
Emily grinned, standing to join her at the mirror. She was taller than Khloe by a couple of inches and carried herself with an effortless confidence. "You know, if you weren't so damn pretty, I'd say you were fishing for compliments."
Khloe rolled her eyes. "Not everyone can be you, Em."
The laughter that followed was easy, familiar, a reminder of the bond they shared. While Emily had grown up in a loud, chaotic household, Khloe's world had been quiet. Her father had died when she was ten, leaving her and her mother to navigate life together. Their small apartment wasn't much, but it was home.
"You ready?" Emily asked, nudging her shoulder gently.
Khloe glanced at her reflection one last time before nodding. "Yeah, let's go."
It was nearly the end of night, and the club was buzzing with energy,Khloe had slipped into her mask and just as she was getting lost in the rhythm of the music, the door opened.The CEO entered, flanked by his bodyguards.His presence was commanding, towering over everyone in his room. His height was striking, easily a few inches over six feet,broad shoulders exuding power and authority, and Khloe couldn't help but stare.damn! She wanted him and in that moment nothing else mattered.
As he walked through the club ,he radiated a magnetic energy that seemed to draw everyone's attention .His jawline was sharp,his face strikingly handsome. His dark hair was perfectly styled ,and his icy blue eyes scanned the room with a coldness that made Khloe's heart race .
"Don't even think about it," Emily warned, grabbing Khloe's arm. "Guys like that are nothing but trouble."
Khloe smirked, gently shaking her off. "Relax. I know what I'm doing."
"Do you?" Emily muttered, but Khloe was already walking away.
Khloe confidently made her way towards him, her heart pounding in her chest .She reached for his drink , taking a sip .Her action made his eyes narrow, a flicker of curiosity,passing over his features. A dangerous yet enticing smirk appeared on his face .Khloe felt the air around them thicken ,She felt every inch of his gaze on her.His bodyguards moved instinctively towards her, but Jaxon held up a hand , signalling them to step back .
She confidently sat down on his lap, placing his hands on her breast, his hands were like magic .His hands were warm against her skin,and their bodies touched. Khloe felt a spark she hadn't anticipated
Jaxon's expression softened just slightly ,but his eyes still held that cold intense look , watching her with a calculative gaze. She could feel the weight of his presence ,the magnetic pull drawing her deeply into the moment.
Jaxon was curious who this woman was. She was confident ,bold and damn sexy His attention to her was instant, he turned slightly towards her His breath warm against "Do you want me ?'' he whispered ,his words sending a thrill down her spine. "Do you want to get dirty tonight ''? ''Yes, ''she murmured, the single word hanging in the air between them .
Jaxon's lips curved into a satisfied smile; He stood, holding out a hand to her. "Come with me".
The suite was a luxurious escape from the ordinary—soft velvet curtains, golden trims, and a stunning view of the city lights shimmering below. But all that faded away as Jaxon and Khloe stood there, the tension between them palpable.
Khloe's heart raced as Jaxon reached for her mask. She felt the heat between them, an undeniable pull that made her skin tingle. His fingers grazed the edge of the mask, his touch gentle but deliberate.
"Let me see you," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of curiosity.
Khloe's breath caught in her throat, and before she could stop herself, her hand shot up, stopping him. "Not tonight," she whispered, her voice steady but her heart hammering in her chest.
Jaxon paused, his gaze holding hers, as if searching for something in her eyes. He didn't push any further. Instead, a small, resigned smile tugged at his lips. He held her in his arms , and kissed her passionately his lips, demanding,controlling.He gently placed her on the bed, unstrapped her bra , when he looked at her chest, his tongue tingles at the thought of being wrapped around those nipples .No longer able to resist temptation,he immediately leaned into capture a nipple in his mouth.His tongue latched on the hard nub and began playing all kind of games with it.she moaned ,hearing her moaned turned him on like never before, he then reached down to let his hands test her to see how ready she was, and he found her ready and wet, he quickly put on a condom, slid over her, and settled between her legs and aimed his shaft towards the damn fold of her labia .
Yes, she almost screamed out ,and then she felt him pushing inside her, desperate to be joined with her.he widened her legs farther with his hands and lifted her hips to drive deeper still, and she almost cried when he began a steady thrusting inside of her,with relentless precision. Her body complied and began to shudder in a climax so gigantic,she felt the room shaking .she screamed.and when he began coming ,she felt herself coming too, Yes,this was the kind of ecstasy she wanted.It was way more better than she had imagined.
As the warmth of the moment slowly faded, Jaxon gazed down at Khloe, his chest still heaving with the aftereffects of their shared intimacy. The room was filled with a peaceful silence, only broken by the soft rustle of sheets and their shared breaths. He couldn't deny the pull he felt toward her, the way his desire had intertwined with something deeper, something unspoken between them.
With a gentle smile, he cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her soft skin. My name is Jaxon."I don't even know your name," he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. "I'd like to know who you are... at least, something about you."
Khloe looked up at him, her heart still racing, a mix of emotions stirring inside her. She could feel the weight of his words, the genuine curiosity in his eyes, but she knew better than to give him what he wanted. Her walls had been built for a reason. She had always kept a distance, and she wasn't about to break her rules now.
Jaxon's gaze faltered for a brief second, a flicker of disappointment flashing in his eyes. But he quickly masked it with a smile, He reached into his pocket, pulling out a neat stack of bills. The crisp notes glimmered under the soft light of the room. "At least take this, then," he offered, holding the money in front of her. "It's not much, but it's the least I can do for... well, for what we shared tonight."
Khloe looked at the money, her resolve unwavering. She sat up slightly, brushing the hair from her face. "No she said.There's no need," she replied, her
voice steady but distant. "This might probably be our last encounter."
Her words hung in the air, sharp and final. Jaxon's gaze faltered for a split second, the flicker of disappointment quickly masked by his usual composed demeanor. A shadow of sadness crossed his face, something he didn't quite expect from a brief encounter like this.
For a moment, it seemed like the weight of her words had stunned him, and he stood up abruptly, the coolness of the air seeming to snap him back into reality. His jaw tightened as he stared at her, but his next words were quiet, tinged with something unexpected—maybe regret.
"You're right," he said, his voice steady but laced with a quiet emotion he quickly buried. "This will be our last encounter."
And with that,he walked out, leaving Khloe alone with the undeniable tension that lingered in the air.
Khloe slipped into the apartment, her body aching from the intensity of the night. She didn't bother to take off her mask immediately. Instead, she leaned against the door, eyes closed for a moment, trying to gather herself. Her mind was a whirlpool of emotions—confusion, desire, a strange mix of satisfaction and regret.
She had never been one to let emotions complicate things, but something about the night had unsettled her. She felt as if she had let something slip through her fingers, even though she was the one who had kept her distance.
Emily's voice pierced the quiet as she looked up from the couch, her eyes immediately scanning Khloe for clues.
"Well, well, look at you," Emily said, her voice light but sharp, a teasing note in her tone. "Spill it. I see that look in your eyes. What happened?"
Khloe didn't respond at first. She walked slowly toward the couch, her mind still far away. "It was just… it was nothing." Her voice was soft, but there was something in it that Emily could read.
Emily raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Just nothing? You're glowing, Khloe. You can't fool me."
Khloe sighed, sitting down beside her friend. She stared at the floor, her fingers idly fiddling with the edges of her mask. "It was… a fling. Nothing serious. He's not looking for anything either."
Emily's expression softened, though her voice remained playful. "You're lying, you know that, right? You're not this quiet about a one-night stand."
Khloe hesitated, biting her lip, before glancing up at Emily. "He wanted more," she said quietly, almost regretfully.
Emily paused, her gaze softening as she leaned in. "And you didn't?"
Khloe shook her head, her eyes distant as she looked out the window, lost in the memory of Jaxon's intense gaze, his voice low and husky in her ear.
"No," Khloe said finally. "It's better this way. He's not the kind of guy I could fall for."
Emily didn't respond immediately. She studied her friend carefully before letting out a quiet sigh. "You're wrong, you know? You can't just dismiss what you felt."
Khloe shook her head, a sad smile playing on her lips. "Let it go, Em. It's over."
But even as she said the words, she couldn't ignore the lingering ache in her chest, the echo of his voice, or the warmth of his touch.