Chapter 73: Sharon! Finally.

"Hello?"

"Do you still want me to make love to you," she heard a voice say.

She recognized the voice immediately. It was the one embedded in her memory, taunting her every night.

Her entire body froze and her breathing ceased. Instant desire washed over her, she had to make an effort to speak.

He heard her release a breath.

"How…how did you get my number?" she managed to ask.

"Do you?" he said in his most masculine voice, ignoring her question.

She couldn't speak. She closed her eyes and held her phone tightly. His voice, saying those two words, were causing turmoil in her entire body.

Every pore in her body was screaming how badly she wanted him. His passion was pure and overwhelming, and she wanted to feel as much as he would give her.

Silence.

He could hear her shaky breath.

She wanted him. He could feel it. He knew she had no lover, no social life even.

She needed him.

"I want to make sweet love to you…dark room, eye contact, slowly…as many times as you want…" he said, passion heavy in his voice.

"Oh my goo…," she said, her voice tinged with desire, and ended the call.

Was that a moan?

Adrian smiled.

He didn't call her back. She must be soaking wet by now.

He sent her a text instead. "Call me."

She obviously needed time to process. The decision would be hers.

Sharon threw her phone on the chair as she ended the call. Her entire body was geared up. Her heart, making irregular rapid beats. The desire that ravaged her body was aberrant. The urge was so intense, the urge was physically achy.

She ran to the bathroom and sat in the bathtub, hugging her legs to her chest. She opened the tap to fill it with water. Hopefully, that would calm her down.

'How did he get her number? Did he know where she lived?' she wondered.

His voice was so vivid in her mind, she almost felt his presence. She closed her eyes and admitted her cravings for him. She had from the first time she met him.

A delicate blend of astonishment and incredulity washed over her like a gentle tide.

This mysterious stranger, with his striking looks and magnetic charisma, brought with him a whirlwind of fervor she had never anticipated.

It was as though a dazzling star had chosen to shine its light upon her ordinary existence.

Her heart fluttered with a wave of wonder and disbelief. She thought he must have forgotten about her.

She couldn't help but question why someone so captivating would direct his attention toward her, an unassuming woman who had long felt invisible in the shadow of her own insecurities.

The brief moment they spent together was like a dream. Sharon cherished the way his touch ignited a trail of sensations along her skin, and his tongue on her core.

Oh, his sweet, sweet tongue.

She questioned whether her perception of reality was accurate or whether this was an elaborate illusion, a beautiful mirage that would eventually evaporate.

Then came doubt, a quiet voice that whispered her unworthiness in the face of his undeniable allure; could his desire for her truly be real?

She got up from the tub and stripped. She walked to the full-length mirror to see her reflection. Sharon scrutinized herself, her features, her flaws, her imperfections. She wondered how someone like him could find beauty in her.

She wasn't as young or beautiful as she used to be.

She grappled with the inconceivable notion that she could be the object of his desires.

She dressed in fresh attire and descended the stairs.

Upon retrieving her phone, she noticed his message.

She repeatedly tapped on his contact but lacked the courage to initiate the call.

A week later, she heard a knock at her door.

"Who is it?" she inquired.

Silence greeted her query.

Opening the door, she found no one present but discovered a petite crimson box.

Despite her swift response to the knock, the person had vanished inexplicably.

Once back inside, she unsealed the box, revealing a card from the hotel room they had occupied recently.

A handwritten note accompanied it.

"Tomorrow night. Seven pm."

Was he deciding on her behalf?

Could the note be the justification she sought?

What was holding her back?

His desire was evident.

And she yearned for him.

She made the decision to go.

In the quiet sanctuary of her bathroom, Sharon prepared herself for the night that lay ahead. Her heart raced with anticipation and nervous excitement, her thoughts consumed by the man who had ignited a spark of desire within her.

As she stood before the mirror, she took a deep breath, ready to embark on a ritual of self-care that would help her feel her most alluring and confident.

The sensation was both invigorating and symbolic, a shedding of the old to make way for the new. She could almost feel the weight of self-doubt lifting with each gentle stroke, replaced by a renewed sense of confidence.

Sharon's eyes shone with determination as she moved on to apply a luxurious face mask, its creamy texture cocooning her skin in a blanket of indulgence.

As she waited, she closed her eyes and focused on the rhythm of her breath, allowing herself to sink into a state of tranquil relaxation. It was a moment of self-connection, a chance to center herself before the passionate night that lay ahead.

She wanted to present herself as a vision of confidence and allure, a woman who was unafraid to embrace her sensuality.

As the final touches were applied; subtle makeup to enhance her features, a hint of perfume.

Sharon stepped back to admire her reflection. Her eyes met those of the woman in the mirror, and a surge of empowerment coursed through her veins. She was ready to step into the night, to embrace the passion that awaited her with open arms.