Kyla.
The last place I wanted to be in was a bar but here I was, drinking away the bitterness I felt. All I could hear were the silent giggles from lovers, and soft classical music playing in the background.
I frowned to the smell of their perfumes all tangled into one suffocating atmosphere.
Ugh, fucking lovers everywhere... Get a fucking room people!
I wanted to get wasted, maybe forget who I was for a few hours. Instead, I just ended up angrier.
What a joke love is...
And it doesn't even last. Just a bunch of people fooling themselves, blinded by lust.
I chugged in the last glass on my grip and lifted my eyes to the people around.
As usual, men couldn't take their eyes off. They looked at me like they always did... hungry, ready to buy me a drink, ready to own me with their money and words. But I wasn't at all interested. They could stare at this porcelain doll all night but they'd never get close enough to crack me open.
I never allow it.
The last man I found interesting was caught in the claws of Liana. Or should I say caught in between her disgusting thighs?
I gotta hand it to her... She knows her stuff. Throwing herself around the men I looked at must be one hell of a handful job. At least she was good at something.
The alcohol burned hard, tracing down my throat, yet, my head still buzzed not from alcohol, but from rage that wouldn't cool. Rage at my father, and everything entirely... rage at myself, for still living under that roof.
I needed out.
Sliding out of the chair, I tipped the bartender and picked up my purse. I needed to breathe in fresh air so I strolled out of the building.
I had already texted my driver that I would be out of the building in a while, and he should be here.
Well, so I thought, because the moment I stepped out , there was a black Mercedes car already waiting for me.
I didn't mind the night breeze, i needed it for a moment, but I couldn't stand the chills that seeped into my skin carelessly, so, I yanked open the door and dropped myself in it.
I did notice something off about the leathers and the unfamiliar minty scent that engulfed me the moment I sat comfortably, resting my head back and muttering "Drive" with my eyes shut, but like hell, if I gave two shits about anything around me.
The thudding in my head already shut everything out.
And well, ladies and gentlemen, that was my first mistake of the night. Or should I say the one mistake that changed my entire life and turned my world into an obsessive cage of maddening desires threatening to burst open.
"Well, well... Look what the night breeze swept in..."
A deep voice... Eluding nothing but minty masculinity...
So deep that it left my insides buzzing seconds after he mumble those disrespectful words in that deep, low, rumbling, smooth tone, threaded with nothing but absolute amusement.
"Drunk, naive, and stupid" He scoffed. "Are you lost, princess?"
I froze, opening my orbs instantly to the man who sat carelessly beside me with eyes glistening like diamonds in the dark, staring at me with lips tilted in the kind of smirk that made your knees weak all the while smitten with confusion.
The world stopped for an instant there.
Who... is this?
A-and why was he here?
Fucking christ, am I drunk?
"I-I'm not drunk,"
I forced myself out of trance, putting up my defensive walls instantly. "And I'm not a princess."
"Mm." His gaze swept over me, slowly and boldy. "Could've fooled me. Satin dress, diamond earrings, chin high enough to scrape the roof… Definitely a princess. Question is..." His fingers tapped lazily against his knees. "What are you doing in my car?"
No, the actual question is, why the fuck am I acting out of character?
My heart raced as though I was about to pass out the next moment but I masked it with a glare and an attitude. "What do you think? I'm waiting for my driver."
I frowned, putting on my tough, bossy act... the one I chased a lot of guys I wasn't interested in with, hoping it had gotten to him too and I had the upper hand now. Little did I know his next action would unsettle me.
He chuckled, eyes still filled with total amusement. "Adorable. You're in the wrong car, sweetheart."
Of course I knew I was in the wrong car, just too prideful to admit it.
"I'm not your sweetheart."
"No, not yet." He agreed, taking his eyes down to my thighs and leaving them there for a moment before taking them back to my orbs.
"Tell me, princess, do you usually dress this... Inappropriate?"
His gaze dragged greedily along my skin and suddenly my body began to react in ways it normally wouldn't. A certain heat rushed above my cheeks before the goosebumps flooded my skin.
Who the hell did this man think he was?
His words left me so speechless and unsettled me such that for the first time in my life, I was unable to make out commands, instead I was scrambling in my head, searching for excuses.
"I was in a hurry..." The words already left my lips before I realized what I was doing and tried to paraphrase. "... H-how I appear has nothing to do with you".
"Trust me it does..." He muttered, undressing me with his unwavering orbs.
At this point, my confidence was slipping away so fast that I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.
"You're fucking disrespectful".
"Why? Daddy never warned you about guys like me?"
Instantly, his eyes darkened, something in-between lust and greed, slowly taking his eyes back to mine as though he was done talking.
My effort to make out words for a comeback slammed back down my throat when I felt a warm large flesh grabbing my upper thigh with eyes fixed on mine.
It was his palm.
"Lesson one". His arms moved higher, almost touching my endgame as he moved closer drowning me in the scent of mint. "Never leave the house so exposed,"
My breath caught, the heat from his palm searing through the thin satin of my dress. I should have slapped it away, barked at him like I usually did with men who thought they could touch me. But something about the way he held me had my body betraying me.
Right underneath my silky fabric, my nipples hardened as I fought for composure but was unable to control my thighs that began pressing together against the slow, traitorous ache pooling between them.
His smirk deepened, like he knew every single thing happening under my skin. "See? Already trembling."
"I -I'm not," I stammered, but even my voice shook.
"Don't lie to me, princess," he whispered, leaning closer until his breath grazed my ear, sending series of electrocution into that needy place throbbing between my legs. "Your body's honest, even when your mouth isn't."
My lips parted on a sharp inhale as his fingers traced up, and down, grazing so softly.
"Ngh..."
"Lesson two…" He muttered and I wondered what was going on but I couldn't think, in one swift movement, his other hand snaked around my waist and yanked me onto his lap, seizing a gasp from my throat as I collided on his hard chest, struggling to cope with everything happening at once.
Before I could even protest, he struck my ass lightly, stealing a moan I never meant to give as his low chuckle vibrated against my lips. "Never get into a stranger's car."
I searched for words, panting as though I just ran a marathon. But before I could let them out, he took my lips.
With my body on top of him and no memory of how the hell I got there, his tongue took my reasoning, erupting another moan from the deepest part of me.
What was going on?
Why was why my body responding this way?
I whimpered when his hot tongue slid to the back of my throat in with zero hesitation like he'd been waiting all his life to devour me. My hips began to betray me as they shifted helplessly against the hard bulge under me.
Every time I tried to pull back, he kissed me harder, deeper, until I was trembling nonstop, completely helpless and drunk on nothing but him.
"God," he muttered against my lips, biting down just enough to make me shiver as he rested his head on mine. "I'm in trouble..."
No, no...
I... Hell, I was the one in trouble...
I wanted more.
God, I fucking wanted more...
Even as my pride screamed to shove him away, my soaked panties told the truth.
As our breaths mixed, and as my eyes met with his again, I was leaning in for another kiss like a hypnotized fool when the sharp knock on the car window shattered my advances.
"Miss Kyla?" My chauffeur's voice called out through the glass, jolting me out of the spell.
Instantly, I ripped myself away from him, breathing heavily with a swollen lips.
What had I done?
My eyes went swiftly to the man who just leaned back, calm and collected, like he hadn't just set me on fire seconds ago.
I cowered in shame, feeling the heat rush underneath my cheeks as I stumbled out of the car without a word, arranging my dress.
My driver looked at me strangely, but I ignored him, climbing into the correct car with trembling hands unable to to find my voice.
What the hell just happened?
I was fully sober now...
Was it the alcohol?
Did I just make out with a stranger?
Hell if the chauffeur didn't show up I was going to...
I ran my hands though my hair, shutting my eyes and praying that this wouldn't come back and bite me on the ass someday.
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I opened my eyes to the sun directly on my face like some kind of punishment. My lips were still swollen from the previous night, pushing in the memories of heated moment with the stranger.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt that kiss again, abd my insides swirled.
I was still in my thoughts when the knock pulled me from my spiral. "Miss Kyla, your father requests you in his office."
The head maid announced, and my head spun.
Ugh, what did he want now?
Everything that happened last night was all his fault.
I left the house beaming with anger which he caused, hence, my bad decisions.
"Aaahh, what did I doooo".
After rolling under my sheets in shame for a couple of minutes, I dragged myself from my bed, down the hall, praying it was just another lecture, other than question of where I went and why I stayed so late.
I took deep breaths before pushing the doors of his office open and strolling in.
But just as I made my bold step, a very familiar scent wafted through my nostrils causing my body to react in a very familiar way, before triggering my heartbeat.
My heart stopped.
No,
It can't be...
Were the words on the tip of my tongue before his gaze penetrated my doubts...
I blinked so many times making sure I wasn't dreaming.
The man from last night...
My knees were about to give up on me as they buckled. I was on the verge of losing consciousness.
My head was spinning as fisted my grip for some composure.
If I passed out here, in front of him, and my father, it would draw a lot of attention, and certainly give him the satisfaction of taking me unaware.
That wicked smirk tugging at his lips already said it all.
I wanted to throw up.
"Kyla,"
Father's voice called me out of the dark trance I had drifted into oblivious to everything damn emotion spiraling in my gut.
"Meet your new bodyguard". He said simply, taking his eyes from the magazine on his grip to my face.
And just like that, all the air in my lungs vanished completely.
Yup, I was doomed.