I blinked, trying to keep my gaze clear. I mumbled Mike's name once again but no answer. Mike stood tall, much taller than I know, and was breathing heavily. His breathing was ragged, his face hidden in the darkness. The lights were dimmed inside the room and so was the hall.
As I was reciprocating whether it was Mike or somebody else, he suddenly pushed himself in. I reached to catch him in case he fell. "Mike, you okay?" I asked softly. I was drunk myself so the question should be asked to myself as well.
He groaned and the voice felt unfamiliar. Surprising me, he grabbed my wrist and turning me around, he pinned me to the wall. My naked back came in contact with the cold wall.
I couldn't see his face properly but I could feel his gaze. A shiver ran down my spine. "Help…help me" he whispered, leaning closer to my face. Was I too drunk or have I never realized how fucking sexy Mike's voice was? "I…need your help" he spoke, his voice deep and etched with tension. My hands were pinned on either side as he brushed his lips on my cheeks. I inhaled his scent — rich spice and masculine— and whatever I was thinking turned into clouds. I opened my mouth to say something, having the feeling the man wasn't Mike but the moment I opened my mouth, he crashed his lips on mine. A rush of current mixed with heat passed to every nerve of my body. I swear I would have fallen if not for him holding me tightly. My mind turned into jelly but then, the sudden actualization that the man wasn't Mike crossed my mind again.
I moaned, trying to push him away but I was too drunk and he was stronger in breaking my walls. The more I resisted, the more passionately he kissed me. He guided his tongue inside my mouth and our tongues clashed. Liquid heat pooled in my lower belly.
He rasped, his hands snaking behind my back. All the worries and all the tensions seemed to fade as we kissed.
My body was on fire and with every touch he landed, it ignited to thousands of degrees. My pussy pulsates as he grinded his body with mine. Fuck. I was never this turned on. Never this needy to want someone. I blamed it on the champagne.
He lifted me and took me to where the bed was. Roughly, he pinned me to the mattress and within seconds my clothes were ripped apart. My chest rose and fell as I hastily removed his clothes. He groaned. I whimpered. When a shimmer of light passed by the room, I noticed the sharp eyes gazing intensely at me. My belly flipped and the throbbing sensation was becoming painful.
"Fuck" he grunted and came on top of me. He was naked, his cock taunting my wet entrance. My mind was in a mess— a horny mess— and the need to be fucked by him was the only thing I wanted.
There weren't any warnings, soft whispers, nothing. He slammed inside me and I literally cried out. "Christ," he confided through his gritted teeth as he started to pump inside me. My nipples were so hard they could cut diamonds and when they grazed against his hard chest, I couldn't contain my moans.
Everything started to fade. Our moans echoed in my ears and all I could remember was the dim light blushing at the corner.
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NEXT MORNING,
What is this? Something soft yet hard…. Feels good though. My eyes shot open when I felt a weight in my abdomen. The first thing I saw was someone's head. Black hair. A man's. What the..?
What was a man doing in my room? I winched and sat up, looking around in confusion. This wasn't my room. Where was I—
Anniversary. Mike. Drunk. Kiss.
Bits of pieces of last night came like a broken reel in my head resulting in a damn headache. I groaned, pressing my temple with my index finger when I heard a manly sound beside me. I forgot about Mike. I turned my head to my left to find Mike slumbering peacefully with his back to me. His naked body was gloriously revealed,tempting me to touch him.
But then it hit me. Mike didn't have black hair. Mike had sandy blond hair. All the colors from my face got snatched up when I realized the man sleeping beside me wasn't Mike. Shit. Holy fuck. Have I slept with someone else? No, it couldn't be. How could I? I hissed, finding the champagne bottle on the carpeted floor. I shouldn't have drank so much knowing well I had poor alcohol tolerance.
The memory of him kissing me abruptly and passionately started playing and my cheeks got heated. I knew he wasn't Mike last night yet, I went with the flow because I was fucking turned on.
But nothing mattered more than the fact that I slept with someone else. I CHEATED ON MIKE. God, what was I going to do? Mike would never forgive me for this.
As I was lamenting about the stunt I had pulled, my phone started to ring. My heart jumped and I hurriedly went to get my phone from the couch. I glanced at the man who was sleeping like a sloth.
Amelia's name popped on my phone screen. Receiving her call, I said with panic in my voice. "Hey."
It was just seven in the morning and I was a bit confused why she would call me this early. "Luna! Please, tell me Mike is with you?" she sounded urgent and panicked. Did she know about the man?
I gulped. "No… he didn't come last night. Why, what's the matter?"
"Fuck! You won't believe this, but you have to. Luna, Mike is in this hotel! With someone else!"
For a second, I spaced out. Did I hear what she said correctly?
"Mike is here?" I asked, not quite sure. Amelia confirmed he was. A blanket of dismay fell on my body and my body was going numb.
"You have to come and see it! Room 207, quick!"
The call ended. Mike was here but with someone else. I wouldn't have believed Amelia but she wouldn't joke early in the morning on a topic like this. Was Mike really with someone else? Was he cheating on me?
The guilt I felt minutes ago had turned cold. I took deep breaths and calmed myself. There wasn't any proof yet. Once I see him with my own eyes, everything would be sought.
Since I was fully naked with not even a single piece of cloth on, I had to get dressed. My eyes searched for the gold satin dress which I wore yesterday. The dress was ripped apart and wasn't in the condition to wear anymore. Fucking hell. This man ruined one of the expensive dresses I had. That dress cost me over seven hundred dollars, for Christ's sake!
I didn't have time to yell at the man so I chose to wear the spare clothes I had brought yesterday. Five minutes later, I was nearly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt as I made my way out of the room, taking my phone and purse with me.
I took the elevator, the thumping in my heart growing louder as I came closer to unfolding the truth. I searched for room 207 and finally found it where Amelia stood. She noticed me and waved her arm toward me.
I was praying that what Amelia had said wasn't true as I walked faster. "He is inside with another woman," Amelia asserted, her expression disdainful. My palm was clammy with sweat. I gulped the hard lump, the knots in my stomach tightening.
I knocked on the door, the seconds that I waited felt like years. A few seconds later, the door pushed open and a woman with gorgeous ginger hair was on display. Alleviation washed over me as I saw her. "May I help with something?" she asked with a frown.
"I—" I paused when I heard the familiar voice from inside that made me lose my footing.
"Babe, who is it?"