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“Alright, goodnight then,” I said, and threw the phone aside. A few minutes later, it lit up once again, and I picked it up. There were no words, only the link to a map. And then an address that followed.
Smiling, I called my driver, Andrew, and immediately sent him over to Brooklyn.
Chapter Twelve
Evelyn
I had now officially lost my mind. It was basically the middle of the night and not only had I just accepted a booty call, I was also sneaking out of the house so that Anna wouldn’t wake up and catch me about to make what would probably end up being the dumbest decision of my life. I didn’t make it, she heard me and got up.
Still, my sex was throbbing so hard from all those filthy words he had said to me that I couldn’t stop leaking.
I had touched myself over and over, and yet nothing had satisfied me. I was restless, horny, frustrated, and excited. So, here I was throwing every ounce of reason to the wind. He was bound to have a huge cock, at least hopefully he did, and where I wanted it to reach, no one else or thing right now could. I wanted to be fucked so hard that I forgot myself. It had been my wish for the longest time, and it had never come true, but given his arrogant self, I was once again quite motivated to take a chance.
The car arrived faster than I had expected, and even though I couldn’t quite look the driver in the eye, I had no qualms about staring at the man's picture on my phone. He was motherfuckingly breathtaking and the more I stared at him, the more I was convinced that yes, this was indeed a stupid and impulsive decision, but yet I couldn’t wait.
My excitement was further reinforced when the car pulled up to Billionaires' Row and then stopped in front of 220 Central Park South. I knew he was wealthy, but this was a level of wealth that I couldn’t help but appreciate. And coupled with the silence of the night, it all seemed like a dream. There were no distractions, I was fully engaged in my mind and heart, and in a way, it felt like an out-of-body experience.
Instructions had already been given to the doorman to allow me in, and by the elevators, another uniformed man was waiting to escort me up this floor. Everything looked so polished, clean, and wealthy that, once again, as I quickly stared at my reflection in the mirror behind, I was glad that I had taken a bit more time with my appearance this time around.
I barely had on any makeup but was clean with a light blush and a peach tint to my lips. I looked fresh, rosy, suckable, with my hair freshly washed and my entire body scenting like blackberries.
And then my outfit…It was an elegant, checkered skirt, a white button-down lace shirt, and a pair of brown designer sandals that I had fought with Anna to lend me. I looked casual but sheer, and even though my outfit was considerably less rosy than what I had worn earlier in the day, I still felt much more confident, attractive, and presentable.
I was so incredibly nervous to see him. Much more nervous than I had ever been, and as I thought on why, I realized that it was because things were becoming more real than I could
have ever imagined. Another very good reason was the dirty talk. A complete stranger had sworn to eat me out and me, a complete horny idiot, had jumped up immediately and gone over.
My head still couldn’t wrap itself around it, but it was too late to go back, and I had no regrets.
Anna had been filled with concern before I left, asking me if it was dangerous. And all I had said in response was, what is the worst he could do? Fuck me? That was the exact reason I was going in the first place, and so she had sat back and forced me to bring back the details about everything to her. I couldn’t wait myself to gather them, and hopefully, it would be a memory that I could cherish.
He met me at the door. He didn't have a shirt on but instead, he had long cotton pajama pants on, and his hair seemed tousled. It was as though he had just rolled out of bed and for a moment, I couldn’t speak or move. This was a different version of him that I was seeing, and I just loved it so much. He looked more relaxed, more approachable, and so goddamn sexy. I didn’t miss the bulge straining against his pants, but somehow, I was able to discipline myself enough to look away from it.
“Hello,” he said, and all I could do was smile.
I walked in and was met with the most beautiful arrangement of flowers on a console by the side. It caught my attention for several minutes and then I turned to see him walking away. The muscles in his broad back shifted as he moved, and my mouth watered at the sight of him. He was so smooth and strong, so virile, and the way the warm light of the apartment shone on his skin made him look like molten gold.
The apartment, to say the least, was gorgeous. It was befitting of a man as wealthy as he was, but what I loved the most was just how cozy it felt. Perhaps it was because most of the lights were turned off and only warmth flooded the space, or perhaps it was due to the dark green and monochrome decor.
It smelled, though, far from a home and more like a scent store. There were no scents of food or pastries, but instead, it was smooth of sophistication and luxury. It smelled like him as well, I realized.
Tobacco, vanilla, lime…
I stood in place then, just completely overwhelmed because he didn’t seem real. None of this seemed real, and it was becoming quite a lot to take in.
“Are you alright?” His voice suddenly reverberated through the entire room, and I looked up to see him behind the huge kitchen island.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” I said, dragging my full attention to him. Once again, my gaze went down his gorgeous body, and truly, it was hard to breathe. His torso was built into well-defined slabs of
muscle that I wanted to run my tongue down or eat off. My breath instantly became short, and the troublesome bud between my thighs was ready for him to take me however he wanted.
This attraction was dangerous. I had never felt this way about anyone before and so quickly. The rush…the admiration…the arousal…
It felt like I was on a cloud. My heart was warm, my skin tingling, my breathing short.
“Do you want something to eat or drink?” he asked, and I shook my head in refusal.
I wanted to say yes to spend some time getting to know him, but I deeply suspected that this would be dangerous. I didn't want to like him, and the more I knew of his existence, the more I realized that the possibility of this was increasing with every moment, and it was dangerous.
