Aaron (Sinfully and Damned #1)

Sage P.O.V

I gulp the last drop of my champagne in the flute glass. More like my fifth champagne this night. I’m still twenty-one though, but who the hell cares if I drunk right now. I was legal to do it. It’s a slow agonizing night. I feel miserable despite everyone around me cheering up in happiness. The guests dancing through the night, followed the bride and groom. Show off their happy face to the world. This wedding is too much fucking happiness. I can’t bear it.

I should at least be happy. This is my mother’s wedding.

But I can’t. Not when I just break up with my date slash boyfriend three nights before the event. I should have known he was a cheating asshole. But then again I was so blind in love that I couldn’t see if he hurt me or not. Man was always like that. They are no different than my father who just left me and my mother for someone more beautiful or sexier than they already had.

This time I was determined with myself that I have to change. I’m no longer trust any man in my life beside my best friend, Kyle, of course. Every man is a bastard and I have to step up my game if I don’t want to get hurt anymore. More like using them for my satisfied and happiness, and disposed them whenever I want. If actually a man could do it, so does women.

I scanned the grand hall. Observe them. As I pick up another champagne glass from the waitress who pass to me, my eyes landed on some specific figure. I eyed him as him eyed me as well. I guess he was 6 ft tall, could be more. With light brown hair cut neatly, short beard trimmed, full lips, sharp nose, but that’s all I can pinpoint for now. Seems he’s good enough for distraction. That and the champagne really kicking in on my body.

Suddenly, he smirked and walk past some guests who greeted him toward me. I lick my dry lips. Damn this one is really a piece of meat. I stay still in my stool as he’s approach me. My body feels glue to where I sit. His eyes… my God, his smoldering gaze was like he strips my dress with one thing in mind. Fuck me senseless.

He stood beside me but not look at my way. I find it irritating but I try to compose myself. His perfume attacked my nostril. It was sensual, make me want to jump on him and let him take me right now. I know, I sound like a slut. But I don’t give a shit about it right now. As long as he distracted me from dreadful memories, then I dig it.

“Scotch for me.” He said to bartender.

Fuck me. His voice aroused me right now. Husky and deep. I wonder how his moans and groans if we have sex?

The bartender gave him his order. He took a sip slowly, tasting the alcohol. He looked at me then smile. His smile is so mischievous. I know he have plan in his head. But guess what? I have one as well.

“Take a picture angel. I’m sure it’ll last longer.”

Usually I may be embarrassed if someone said that or I blatantly gawking at them. But not to him. I know I never met him once, but his presence make me feel…… I don’t know, I could care less about what he thought right now. I turn my stool so I facing him now. Our thigh brushed. He doesn’t seems effected, but not on me. I could feel his muscle on his thigh. It was hard as rock. With his body, I’m sure he work up very hard in the gym.

“Why? You feel uncomfortable?” I asked. My voice sound slurry, but again…… I couldn’t care less.

“No, I found it a turn on actually.” He answered, “What’s your name angel?”

“Angel.” I said, repeated him.

Then I heard some clicking heels approach me. I turn my head to see my mother stride toward me with such speed then frowning at him.

“Really Sage? You drink?” My mother almost shouted, “You’re just turned twenty one three days ago and drunk right now. That’s enough for tonight. Go back to your hotel room.”

I want to reply back but the man beside me opened his mouth first. “It’s okay Grace. I keep an eye on her.”

I heard my mother sigh, “You don’t have to Aaron. My daughter was did not know what she thinking.”

“Mom, please.”

“Grace,” Aaron called sternly, “Just tend to Chris and your guests. I take care of your daughter.”

“You sure it’s okay?” My mother asked.

Aaron nods while say, “Positive.”

My mother looked at me then back to Aaron and left us without a word. I look to Aaron. He reply back my gaze then smile, this time genuine.

“I just save your ass Sage.” He stated sternly on my name, knowing I lied to him, “What do I get from it?”

“Oh come on, I don’t need you to save my ass.” I put my arms across my chest.

Aaron chuckled. His hand pick up a strand of my long brown hair and he curled it to his hand. He just a stranger, but I don’t mind if he was groping my body. Touch me anywhere with his big hands.

Fuck...... I’m literally a slut right now.

“Well, if I don’t save you from your mother, then you’ll be moping in your hotel room right now.” He answered, looking at my lips then back to my eyes, “When you still want to have fun with your liquor.”

“And I think I should.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Are you sure?”

I bit my bottom lip then said, “There’s nothing interesting in here right now. So I guess going back to my hotel room and sleep would good for me.”

Aaron’s thumb tracing my upper lip then freeing my bottom lip from my teeth. Despite his big hand, I find it so soft when he caressed me. It make me shiver down to my spine. I’m not usually like this. Well like literally never in my twenty-one years of my life. To tell the truth, there’s only two boys which I close to them. My best friend, the one who took my virginity as well I to him when both of us just turned eighteen when we wanted to do something stupid to celebrate it and my ex-boyfriend which I had the relationship this whole two years.

So, basically, I never too much caught up with a stranger just as much like I do now with Aaron. He’s different. I don’t know but something about him makes me drawn to him. Like, I never want to let it go. Crazy isn’t?

“Why don’t you come up to my hotel room instead?” He asked, “I’m sure we could find something interesting in there.”

Again, I would ran to the hill if some stranger just asked me to came up to his hotel room. I know what he had in mind. But for once, I want to be rebel. I want to be the naughty Sage. I’m twenty-one years old for Godsake! I should’ve live my life to the fullest.

“Okay, show me the way then.”