Williams POV
I never thought I'd say this,but that drunk girl just became my biggest problem
As I stood there, watching her stumble away, I couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment.
I was drawn to her fiery spirit and her unapologetic honesty. No one has ever spoken to me in that manner. They always get lustful by the sight of me
But now, she was just a clumsy drunk girl, a mess. I felt a pang of regret, wondering what could have been if she hadn't been so broken.
I gazed at my reflection in the club mirrors, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. The white shirt I had worn to the club was now stained with the remnants of her careless spill.
I turned away from the mirror, my anger still simmering just below the surface. The encounter with the drunk girl had left a bad taste in my mouth. I still couldn't believe her audacity.
"I'm so sorry Williams, I think we should go home" Rachel my childhood friend who dragged me there muttered with so much fear in her voice
I hadn't been to the club in years since Rachel traveled. All I cared about was promoting my business and satisfying my sexual urge.
But for Rachel, I always bent the rules..
*Let's go" I snapped.
***
"You look so yummy" I couldn't help but say to Rachel as she stepped into my bedroom wearing a black dress with a deep v neckline that exposes her strappy lingerie and her pushed up breasts.
I felt a surge of lust.
She was every man's wish,polished, refined, and sexy. But I don't do commitments. It was a no string, no attachment for me.
I couldn't even sleep with any lady twice but with Rachel, there was an exception. She always had her way of awakening the little man in me.
"Then Eat me" she whispered, gliding her palms over my flat muscular stomach.
As her hands traced the contours of my body, I felt a surge of pleasure course through my veins. Her touch was like a whispered promise, gentle yet insistent, and I couldn't help but surrender to its allure.
The sounds of that sent a sensual shiver down my spine. I wanted to eat her up immediately. Her eyes locked into mine burning with an inner fire that seemed to consume us both.
I lifted her dress and slowly rode her dark panties down her slender legs
Rachel ... She had the body of a model.
I set her on the bed and yanked her towards me, burying my face in-between her parted thighs, licking deeply and slowly between her legs up to her breasts kissing one pink nipple then the other
Rachel arched her back convulsively and moved her head backwards with her mouth slightly opened and her breathing heavier than usual.
"Oh yes", she moans softly. I loved the sound of that it lit a spark of desire in me
I fell on top her, gazing deep into her face I reached down between her legs and drove my hips into hers
We moved together devouring each other with kisses
Her lips brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I felt my muscles relax, my tension melting away with each tender caress. It was as if she had unlocked a deep well of desire within me, and I was powerless to resist its pull.
With every passing moment, my senses grew more acute. I could feel the softness of her hair, the warmth of her breasts,and the gentle pressure of her fingers. It was a sensory overload, and yet, I craved more.
In that instant, nothing else mattered. The world outside receded, and all that existed was the two of us, lost in a sea of pleasure, lust and desire.
***
"You know you can't keep hiding her for so long"
Rachel said, her voice laced with a hint of curiosity. She rolled onto her side, facing me with an inquiring gaze.
We were still on the bed, the sheets tangled from last night's episode. I felt a surge of unease, I knew what she meant and I tried to play it cool, but my heart was pounding in my chest.
"We can't talk about this" I said getting off the bed feeling a bit angry that she brought it up and a bit guilty that I still couldn't heal from my past.
The only annoying thing about Rachel was that she wasn't just any whore. She knew too much.
We didn't have feelings for each other and she was well aware of her whore status but being someone that has known me right from childhood, she feels entitled at times
"Don't walk away from me, Williams," she said. Her voice was firm but laced with a hint of vulnerability
I halted and looked back at her "Just drop it Rachel,let sleeping dogs lie"
"But she's still your.." Rachel started, her voice dripping with accusation.
I cut her off, my tone icy and straight. "Shut it. Get out. Now.!"
Rachel's eyes flashed with anger, but she knew better than to push me further. She gathered her things and stormed out of my bedroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
As I stood there, I couldn't help but think about the drunk girl from the club. Who was she? And why did she have such a profound effect on me?
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. I had more important things to worry about. Like Rachel and her constant probing into my past.
I walked over to my dresser and picked up my phone. I dialed a number, and a familiar voice answered on the first ring.
"Hey, Williams. What's up?" my assistant, Mike, asked.
"I need you to do some digging for me," I said, my mind still on the drunk girl. "Find out everything you can about a girl who was at the club last night. She was drunk, and she spilled a drink on me."
Mike's tone turned curious. "What's so special about this girl?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. "I just need to know more about her, okay?"
Mike's tone turned professional. "I'll see what I can find out. But Williams?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not getting involved with some random girl from the club, are you?"
I chuckled, trying to reassure him. "Of course not, Mike. I just need to...tie up some loose ends."
Mike's tone turned skeptical, but he didn't push the issue further. "I'll get to work on it, Williams. But be careful, okay?"
I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "I will, Mike. Thanks."
I hung up the phone and walked over to my window, staring out at the city below. What was I getting myself into?