Bianca's POV
When did it all start, what had me feeling like this?
That's right, a kiss… It started with a kiss.
A kiss I didn't even expect.
A kiss that felt like it came out of nowhere, but melted everywhere in you.
The one that has you gasping for more when you finally let go.
The type that would stick to your memory for a long time.
The type everyone would wish was their first kiss.
It was the moment I stretched forward to open the door, Kenneth spun me around without warning and pressed his lips on mine. There was no warning, no clear intent, just heat. All of it consuming, soul twisting heat at the very least.
I should've pushed him away. I wanted to push him away. I really should have
But I couldn't. Not even in a hundred would I have been able to push him.
He was very skilled with his mouth, like he had done it over and over again, that it was just a professional routine. A hungry kiss. His hands were gentle, never possessive. Every nerve in my body fired up, like they just tapped from electricity. His breath grazed lips, adding to the warm feeling of it all. His body was like a storm, slowly coming and pressing down on me.
I was powerless against him. Against the kiss.
And worst of all it. I didn't want him to stop kissing me.
I didn't know when he worked his way to the door handle and opened it, almost falling backwards, my knees feeling weak, but his grip on me was steady and as he guided me inside the room, the door closed shut behind us like it was locking away our secret. His lips never left mine. We stumbled, still held onto each other, pressed into one another like the only gravity that existed was the one holding both of us to each other..
We didn't stop moving. I just kept moving my feet, as he still guided me to wherever he was leading me to.
I should stop him.
I should stop this.
This wasn't part of my plan.
Instead, my fingers gripped his shirt, lightly bringing him closer. Our lips still connected, a little bit harder this time. Deeper. I was drowning in his warm body, his scent, his taste. I could swear tiny moans escaped from my mouth. But that was in my head.
I wasn't thinking straight anymore.
He lifted me slightly, despite my weight, his hands held my thighs firmly, and carried me toward the bed.
When I felt the mattress on my back, I expected him to take things further. I knew I hadn't expected this, but something within me wanted something more. I didn't care again. I just wanted more.
But then….
He stopped. He just stopped. Like I said something. Like someone held the remote. He just stopped.
Kenneth hovered above me, still breathless, his eyes looked at my face like he was searching for something. Something I didn't know if he found or not.
And just like that, he rolled off me and sat at the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair like nothing had happened. Like he didn't just spend what felt like hours kissing me.
I lay there completely stunned, my lips feeling swollen, my heart still pounding.
What the hell just happened?
He stood up silently and walked to the other side of the room. I sat up slowly, adjusting my dress, as if trying to bring back my pride, swallowing the lump in my throat. My thoughts spiraled, unable to land on even one emotion…..shame, arousal, confusion. They were all mixed up inside me.
I stood. "Why did you do that?" my tone sounding between anger and confusion
He didn't look back. "What do you mean?"
What do I mean? What do I mean?
"Why are you acting like you didn't kiss me for what felt like hours?" My tone leading towards anger.
"And besides, having something like that wasn't part of the contract." I spoke trying to remind him of his boundaries.
He didn't answer, just continued arranging his hair.
My chest tightened a bit. My voice, now full of anger. "You can't just kiss me like that and then brush it off like…like it was business!"
He raised an eyebrow and then walked towards the dresser. "Then maybe you should've read the contract more closely."
I stared at him confused.
"What… What do you mean?"
He pulled out a thin familiar folder I had seen before and from the drawer and then he tossed it on the bed. My heart raced a bit as I picked it up, and flipped through the pages until I found it, buried in one line, so perfectly worded that I almost missed it, just like I had missed it the first time.
'Where intimacy is deemed necessary to preserve the authenticity of the engagement, both parties are to comply without obstruction.'
I completely went pale after reading the words the second time.
How did I completely miss this the first time?
"Seen it yourself?" He asked as he raised a brow at me.
I didn't reply to him. I just handed him the documents back and he collected it and placed it back into the drawer and shut it. Keeping it ready for when things like this came up.
I could feel him looking at me. Waiting for me to say something. But I just sat and stared into nothing. Clearly stunned.
What the hell Bianca?
What the hell did I just do?
I couldn't bring myself to look at him and say I understood. I clearly didn't know about that part of the contract and clearly wasn't acting during the kiss.
He knew that.
That means I was totally in for the kiss and he was just doing that to ensure authenticity.
Wait a second….who was he trying to prove it to?
Was someone watching us?
Oh God!.