As we stepped into my condo, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was glad to be out of the crowded bar and away from the noise. The cool night air had helped to clear my head, but I could still feel the effects of the music and the crowd.
I looked down at Sabrina, who was still leaning against me, her eyes closed. She was completely passed out, and I knew that I needed to get her to bed. I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her close as I made my way to my bedroom.
As we walked, Sabrina stumbled along beside me, her feet dragging on the floor. I held her tight, trying to keep her upright, but it was clear that she was beyond exhausted.
When we reached the bedroom, I tried to gently lay her down on the bed, but she didn't make it easy. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close, and I felt a surge of attraction.
At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but as I looked down at her, I saw something in her eyes that made my heart skip a beat. It was a spark of desire, a flame that burned brightly despite her drunken state.
As I tried to position her on the bed, Sabrina suddenly reached out and grabbed my shirt, pulling me close. Her lips crashed against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.
At first, I was taken aback. I hadn't expected her to kiss me, especially not when she was drunk. But as her lips moved against mine, I felt my resistance melting away.
The kiss deepened, and I felt heat spreading down my spine. I couldn't resist her, not when she was kissing me like that. Our lips moved in perfect sync, our tongues tangling together in a dance that left me breathless.
We kissed for what felt like hours, our bodies pressed together, our hearts pounding in unison. I was lost in the moment, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth.
But eventually, I knew that I had to pull back. I couldn't take advantage of her when she was drunk. It wasn't right.
I gently pulled away from her, my chest heaving with exertion. Sabrina looked up at me, her eyes unfocused, and I felt a pang of guilt.
"Sabrina, I..." I started to say, but she just smiled and reached out for me again.
I caught her hands, holding them gently. "Sabrina, you're drunk," I said, trying to reason with her. "You don't know what you're doing."
But she just shook her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know exactly what I'm doing," she said, her voice husky.
I felt a surge of desire at her words, but I knew that I had to resist. I couldn't take advantage of her, no matter how much I wanted to.
I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. I tucked Sabrina into bed, making sure that she was comfortable and safe.
As I looked down at her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of attraction. I had been drawn to her from the moment I met her, and now...now I wasn't sure what to do.
I sighed and turned away from her, trying to clear my head. I knew that I needed to be careful around her. She was vulnerable, and I didn't want to take advantage of that.
But as I walked away from the bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in trouble.
My heart was beating so fast I almost couldn't breath
I've never felt like this ever since Ashley ,what really going on? I hope it not what I'm thinking cause it would be a mess
I stepped out onto the balcony, feeling the cool night air wash over me. The sky was a deep shade of indigo, with stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across the fabric of the universe. I breathed deeply, feeling the stress and tension of the day melt away.
As I stood there, my mind began to wander. I thought about my grandfather, and the constant pressure he was putting on me to get married and start a family. I had always been the dutiful grandson, trying to please him and live up to his expectations. But the truth was, I was a billionaire in my own right. I had my freedom, and I didn't need to answer to anyone.
But despite my independence, my grandfather's words still lingered in my mind. He wanted me to settle down, to find a good woman and start a family. And I knew that he wouldn't give up until I did.
I thought about all the times he had lectured me, all the times he had tried to set me up with women he deemed suitable. I thought about the frustration and anger I had felt, the feeling of being trapped and suffocated by his expectations.
But I also thought about Sabrina, and the proposal I was going to make to her. I was going to ask her to be my fake wife, to pretend to be the woman my grandfather wanted me to marry. It was a crazy plan, but I knew it was the only way to get my grandfather off my back.
I thought about the logistics of it all, the details that would need to be worked out. I thought about the potential risks and challenges, the possibility that things could get complicated. But I also thought about the potential benefits, the peace and quiet that would come with finally appeasing my grandfather.
As I stood there, looking out at the night sky, I felt a sense of determination. I was going to make this work, no matter what it took. I was going to convince Sabrina to be my fake wife, and I was going to make my grandfather happy.
I thought about Sabrina, and the way she had kissed me earlier. I thought about the spark of attraction that had flared between us, the sense of connection that had seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment.
I wondered if she would agree to my proposal, if she would be willing to pretend to be my wife. I wondered if she would be able to keep up the charade, if she would be able to convince my grandfather that we were really in love.
I took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs. I was ready to take the leap, to propose my plan to Sabrina and see where it would take us. I was ready to put an end to my grandfather's meddling once and for all.
I turned to go back inside, my mind racing with thoughts and possibilities. I couldn't wait to see what the future held.