Chapter 1
Desdemona
A strong arm wrapped around my waist tightly,cradling me closer to the mascular chest. Hot breathe lingered on my neck,the next one being warm than the last. I creased my eyebrows in confusion, blinking countless times to get rid of the blurry vision.
I could tell I was not in my room, on my bed because of the White painting on the wall and the smell of a strong cologne. The bed felt oddly comfortable compared to what I sleep on at home. Stiffly, I turned my head to look at who was sleeping beside me and I almost screamed but I covered my mouth with my hand just in time. My eyes went wide and my body tensed.
A masculine figure lay beside me, his jet-black hair was messy and he looked so peaceful while asleep.
From my angle,I glanced around the room. From the way things were arranged ,it is a hotel. A very expensive one at that because ain't no way a bed like this exists in a hotel around my hood.
Clothes were scattered everywhere on the floor. And even though it's only his and mine,it seemed like a bale was opened in here.
I gance at him once again and wonder, how could he sleep so peacefully when everything was a mess?
Slowly, I got out of bed,very cautiously because I did not want to wake him up. Also,because I was very conscious about my naked self. My body felt sore but that was least of my problem at the moment.
I have to find my way home because I'm pretty sure that my mother is so worried about me. After she confirms my safety,I'm certain she was going to kill me. So much for being a grown up woman and living with a religious mom.
I reached for the dress that was thrown across the room and tugged it on in a hurry. Funny how I had taken time to pick it out and how he took a second to get it off me. But it's fair since he's the one who bought it.
I looked for my underwear but it was nowhere to be seen, since I didn't have time to waste,I picked my handbag and clutched my heels in my hands.
I turned once again to have a last sight. The not so stranger on the bed stirred in sleep and I froze in place.Thankfully, he didn't wake up. I took the opportunity to walk at the door slowly to make sure that I don't wake him up.But before I twisted the metallic doorknob. I turned my head to look at the man one last time.
He was tangled in sheets,his chest rose and fell rythmically. His lips were pursed making my mind drift off to a few hours back when I was beneath him.
When he was inside of me, thrusting slowly and increasing his pace. Giving and taking at the same time. He twisted me in positions I did not know was possible for the human body.
And his lips…those hot and…damn,how he sucked and nibbled. The kiss itself was hot enough to make my panties wet. Yes,it did leave some wetness on the garment and his wicked self took pleasure in it. He sunk his fingers deep inside me till he made sure I begged for him to be inside of me.
He promised to give me all that I asked for and God did he deliver. He did not touch me like I was some glass about to break,instead he held with with surerity. He was bold with everything he did and…wow.
For a second I was tempted to put down my shoes,take off the dress and crawl back to bed. To his warmth,his sexy form but I didn't because I knew better.
Actually,I didn't know any better. I would be more than happy to indulge with him again and again and again.
Only that he was someone I passionately hated and someone I was familiar with.
My arrogant boss.
Desperate not to wake him up,I quietly turned the knob and slid out locking it as I had opened. The last thing I need is him waking up with me still present in the room.
I would die from embarrassment and the awkwardness would also kill me.
Top that with his sexy body. No wonder he is so full of himself. The man knows what he has and what he gives.
To hell with him and everything that has happened between us.
Maybe he won't even remember once he wakes up.
I hope he doesn't remember any of it.
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"You slept with your boss?!" Mother screamed at me as she handed me the cup of coffee.
I sniffed and almost vomited. The smell was so strong,strong enough to kick the hangover out of my body. It was as dark as the soul of the man I had left in the hotel room. The man I'll come face to face with once I go back to the company.
I cradle the cup in both of my hands. "You see mom,if only we had remained at the countryside then none of this would have happened."
She snorted and sat across from me. "You should have called me."
I scoff. "Why? So you can mock us both before forcing us into marriage? Or better yet you preach to us about the sin of sex before marriage."
"Yes but mostly so I could see you walk your walk of shame down those corridors." She threw a cushion at me. "How could you!"
It was not a question so I did not bother to answer.
"It's bad,mama."
"You need to start going to church." I groan. "If you did then you would have never fallen for the temptions of flesh."
I put the cup of coffee on the table and stand. "I think I need another shower." I stand.
"Princess?" I stop and sigh. If I had the energy I would have rebuked that name. "We came here to get a better life, remember?"
How can I forget.
I nod and go to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and just stood there letting the water wash away all my filth.
Maybe I should start going to church.
But why should I when then one we go to worship there doesn't listen to me. He allowed my father to die. I begged and pleaded with him. I even promised to not kiss a man,ever. The only thing he had to do was allow my father to survive.
He did not. I watched as mother prayed during the day and cried by his bed at night. With all that,he still allowed him to wither away in bed.
He didn't keep his promise and so I broke mine. Now we are even.
A knock comes. "Princess,your phone."
I wrap a towel around myself and step out.
"Hello?"
"We need to talk."
All the energy I had left my body.
