ena's

managed to act cool when I saw rustling. Damn, I could have left

is. I combed my hair with my fingers bef

e face welcomed my view. Fvck. That face couldn't

eat mornin

ddenly had anxiety about what I looked like this morning. He di

nning away and crying like a teen-aged lady who wants to cudd

mazing," I said w

him to think that I'm an amateur, and I don't want him to b

ack at me again. I really don't remember every detail o

or morning se

a dark expression, but I could se

rst time?" His voice is hoarse and

froze.

g my expression. I act so well tha

eur," Without breaking our gaze, I

d or he was just clearly making fun of me inside h

es to flirting and making out since it's part of my job, if I can c

t as well. But I haven't reached the point in my life yet where I would surrender my

not to

lanket that had been covering his body. My c

uckle. "Not an

I was already berating myself. That's why I'm feelin

pleading flashed in my head.

and cream curtains, king-size bed, and the sm

otel is

at my

A bit stunned and sho

er body is still distracting me for some reason. You've seen a lot o

lace?"

t a rectangle thing on the bedside table and clicked it. The curtains opened

yes while I'm still adjusting.

he ligh

lights off, Athena. I

yes are h

I'm gonna kill th

ds were shaking, and I

thering you now. Reme

sent shivers down my body. I stared at him, but I tilted my head

rom my eyes down to

ld shower in the other r

't ans

wer together since you

e side of my lips. He went out of the room, his playful eyes lingering on

p. I used his bathroom freely and made myself comfortable. I intentionally messed up

ssing was his. I don't care anymore. If we had sex already,

lothes that would suit my tastes. His room was a mess afterwards, which I did on

e still hopes for a magical and holy first night with the man

ven know personally? And not to ment

gs. Peter is definitely wondering about my whereabouts. He might have thought that I'd succe

gs before I decided to walk out of the room.

. Men like him don't like bringing their hookups into their places. Who

s this type

t his dining table. He's still topless, with a cup of coffee in front

anything underneath but black underwear. I know he sensed me already, but he d

breakfast?" he asked

and smiled. "Will

t me with hi

special; room

ted. What a

ed into that chair, hugging my legs and resting my chin on them. I p

me again. "Room ser

he called someone, I think the room service, based on thei

the front page. My face turned serious and bitterness crept into me. O

he life that I have now. Bribing men, milking them with their fortune. I told myself I'd stop all that. But now

that I don't even know didn't help my raging

pity. They take advantage of women's weaknesses, and so

ng home,

eyes fixated on me. It seemed like he

home after

e," I insisted, a lit

to me while his hands were busy with something. He

othes and anything else you need. And

t the black card on the table. My ego was stepped on jus

d his coffee to the table's edge because it was in my way. I stopped when our faces were an inch away. His eyes went i

hispered and licked his lips,

e sound of the broken mug, which I'm guessing was his c

ady, I'll lay my last cards on you. Watch how I'll wrap my hands

ating women. But you'll see h