NOT SO FAST, MR. BILLIONAIRE

y pillow; a warmth of all thick muscles and hardness and I move closer to that warmth e

t, there is no way he would be in bed with me right now because as my memo

prise, the action makes me hiss as my head feels like a building fell on it. I place a hand on my

s as his long lashes flutter. I look away from him, shaking my head in disappointment at myself. Seriously, Bella. When did you

e reason I'm in this situation in the first place. The plan was to drink and forget the heartbreak

peaking of which... I glance around the room, searching for the clock and when I find one, my eyes almo

mes to mind: Me initiating the kiss, him throwing me back on the bed and eating the hell out of me, me sucking his cock moments after he did and t

, the stranger will be asleep when I sneak out. And yes, I'm sneaking out because I have no idea what a o

- a testament of how wild the night really was. My hair looks like a bird's nest, but I'm sure with a little finger combing, that could be fixed. All

ror, I walk out of the room,

morn

e bed, his whole chest in display, revealing tattoos that start from his left muscular che

n my face. I'm sure I look like some

I straighten to my full height, with pretend confidence and cl

you. It's to be expected. Two strangers fucking and the next morning, they have to go back to b

s obvious I'm as red as tomatoes, and he must ha

that, I'll like to take my leave." I turn back to him, forcin

e look that makes me visibly

le, and grab my purse that still has my belongings in i

alls me. "Arabella?" I halt, but don't turn around

eling and then grab the handle, opening the door and getting out. So much for having fun

e though: I'm never

en I remember my conversation with the stranger in the room. He called me by