The Billionaire's Price of Passion

the bar sipping on my third drink of the evening. Was I on my fourth? The sea of dancing individuals was eerily lit by the fl

ree years, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. His feeble justifications cont

use the throbbing music to blo

the bartender interrupt

eyes a little fuz

o the edge of the dance floor, drawing my attention to him like a magnet. His emerald eyes seemed to pierce through the low lig

to be able to see right through my suffering. Embarrassed by the heat rising in my cheeks, I hurriedly g

oice questioned, "I

oss from me on the barstool. With a raised hand, he introduced himself as Elan. "Jade,"

brings you

to forget." He seemed to understand exactly what I meant

h my body. Elan never took his eyes off of mine, and I experienced an odd a

made me giggle, and I felt a little lighter on my shoulders. He possessed the ab

nquired, his mischiev

omforting as he guided me to the dance floor. We were surrounded by pulsating music, and

I felt his breath on my skin. Tension buzzed in the air between us, and I felt myself leaning in, attracted to him like

shed closer as his hands moved over my body, desiring to feel every part of him

dly understanding what I was s

nt as he retreated a little

contrast to the heat between us

was in excruciating need by the time we arrived at his flat because the rid

I gasped at the sensation of his lips on mine and his hands slipping beneath my dress. Wi

hest. With his hands and lips caressing every part of my body, he joined me on

on mine. I was infatuated with him because he had sinewy strength and hard

between my thighs. I let out a cry as my fis

and back till I was pleading for relief. He gave me a menac

ally did need him, all of him. I think he saw the desperation

ice, he questione

murmured.

hance to adjust before starting to move, each thrust sending shivers down my spine. We danced

hat was left. I became engrossed in the beat, the warmth, and the depth of our relationship. It was a p

coiling tighter and tighter until it finally shattered. Elan trailed closely beh

here intertwined, breathing

enced an unexplained sense of calm and fulfi

is was a one-night fling, a brief reprieve from my suffering. Even though

ling from the treachery that had rocked my world and on myself. I was reminded that I was

ed myself to fantasize about what it would be like to wake up next to him every day since h

ore the hard reality of the outside world revealed itself in the light of morning. This evenin

ce. He was still asleep, not even aware that I had left. I let out a l

take on whatever came next as I walked with a renewed sense of resolve. This eveni

en me a night to forget and the willpower to start over,