Chapter 208 The Other Side Of Him {2}

Chapter 208 The Other Side Of Him {2}

"Do you drink, Mia?"

My name on his lips snapped me to look at him.

He knew my name?

How?

Of course, he should know my name, a part of me concluded. My mother screamed out my name at one time, and Mr. Adams had just strolled into the house from work.

"No," I lowered my eyes to the drink he was pouring into a tumbler.

"Really?" He watched me from the rim of his tumbler as he took a swig.

I nodded.

"But you drank while with Carla and what was her name again? Hannah."

I think I lost my breath when he mentioned that. Carla and Hannah were my frenemies. We used to be friends while at freshman year. I didn't get why they were jealous at me. I had good grades and they didn't.

I tried to help them with private lessons and hoped that they would be serious about their academics.

But they were rather nonchalant. Since they decided to party instead, I told them I would no longer be friends with them.

They apologized. Everything was settled. They decided to do what was best for us as friends. Unfortunately, I didn't know they had an agenda towards me.

Our previous results revealed what they had towards me. Although I did better than both of them, their results were much better than the way it used to be.

They urged me to a party and teased me to drink with them. I didn't know they had drugged my drink and had also paid a guy to sleep with me.

Next thing I knew was that I had woken up in a different hotel. A letter had been on the table which warned me severely never to trust both Carla and Hannah ever again.

And a driver had been at the door ready to drive me home.

Till this day, I never knew who had rescued me from them. But I had never remained friends with both Carla and Hannah.

"How do you know Carla and Hannah?" I asked Mr. Adams.

"I was at the club when I heard what they were planning to do to a red haired girl." He confessed.

My heart jumped.

He was the one that saved me?

No way.

He stretched out the other glass towards me. I hesitated, swallowing saliva as I watched the drink swirled in the glass.

"Or does this bring bad memories?" He cocked a brow.

I took it quickly.

I didn't want him to see me as a weak girl.

I took a gulp.

It burned my throat and I coughed.

Mr. Adams thrusted the drink aside as one of his hand soothed my back.

I didn't realize the state of his drawing presence until he spoke up. "You always want people to have a right impression of you. Why do you try to impress even people who aren't worth it?"

I was breathless as we silently stared. He was breathtaking and thus heavenly. And what he said about me was right. I had always been a people-pleaser, a trait I silently loathe and hoped to trash.

My lips parted as my eyes skated towards his lips. He was so close. He was so darn close.

His hand reached for my chin, and pulled me closer to him.

"Your no should be no, and your yes should be yes. You hear me?" He drawled.

I nodded.

"Say it in words." He commanded.

"Yes," I gasped as his thumb grazed my lips.

"I can't hear you," he leaned in.

"Yes," my lips quivered from his touch.

It felt like I was electrocuted when his lips touched mine. Flinching, I pushed him backwards as I struggled for air.

He watched me silently. "Perhaps I thought you should taste the liquor preferably on my lips. But I suppose that is a no."

This was my first kiss. Well, not entirely my first kiss.

I had my first kiss with Henry Bullion when I had tried out a scene in an high school play. Henry Bullion was one of the famous student actors back in high school. Mum had insisted that I get into an extracurricular activity to squash my social anxiety. But after that terrible sloppy kiss, I pulled out from the school drama club automatically.

"I don't know how to kiss," I blurted when I noticed he was getting on his feet.

"Really?" He looked surprised.

I tried to nod and I remembered how much he hated that. "Yes," I said.

"Come here," he motioned with his hand.

I moved towards him, without understanding what he was trying to do. I tried to stand before him.

"No. I want you to sit on my laps like you're sitting astride a horse." He described.

I moved, shifting my skirt to accommodate my buttocks to sit on his thighs. I had no idea where this would lead but the strummings in my stomach was killing me already.

I was excited and I didn't want this to end.

I did as he told me, and our faces almost collided.

"Better," he said as he watched my face.

I could feel him already. There was something hard on which I sat on but I wouldn't dare bring myself to peep between my legs.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Don't just say yes and no. You're not a robot," he seemed slightly crossed.

"Yes, I want to do this," I corrected.

"Close your eyes then," he directed.

As I did, something else fell on my eyes. It was like a piece of clothe covered my closed eyes thereby constricting whatever light that danced in my eyes.

"This will halt you from sneaking a peek," he whispered to my ears.

Then I felt them.

His lips.

So soft, that I couldn't help it.

I gasped, halting myself to wrap my hands around him.

"You can still breathe while you kiss. You breathe between kisses," he said as he brushed another kiss.

The strummings in my stomach had started to spread throughout my body. I could feel something growing between my legs. The sensations was like a remembrance of the past.

It was something I had felt when Henry had kissed me. I had thought I was losing my mind.

"Now kiss me," he said.

I tried to kiss back. But all I ever did was plant my lips over and over on his lips. It did nothing to satiate the hungry need that was growing inside me.

"There are different types of kisses, Mia. I call this a soft kiss. I'm going to try the intense kiss, it is called a French kiss. Tap me if you feel you might be losing your breath." He told me.

Without waiting for a reply from me. His lips moved, kissing my lips. I tried to plant the soft kisses but his tongue slide into my mouth catching me off guide.

And that was when I felt it. The arousal that swelled within.

I let out a moan.

He broke the kiss. "You are doing better than I would ever imagined." He praised.

I knew I didn't do anything. He was doing all the kissing and it was driving me insane.

He kissed me again. Kissing me intently while his hands roved my body.

I tapped his arms that were hugging me to his body and his mouth let go of my mouth. I was gasping for air.

That thing which I had felt between my legs was much harder now. But I wasn't ready to stop it all now.

"Mia_" he called.

But I stopped him with my lips on his mouth. However slow and sloppy my kisses were, he allowed me to kiss him.

I didn't know when I loosened the stash around his waist and my hands were digging for his chest.

"You want more, don't you?" He teased, reaching for my lips.

Series of moans escaped my lips by the time his lips trailed to the nape of my neck. Finally I let my hands reached for the rod pressing beneath my legs and he caught me.

"Not too fast, baby girl." He groaned. "Not too fast. You will make me lose my mind."

"Do I have such power to do such?" I asked him, surprised he would think that.

"You don't know what powers you possess." He replied.

I felt him reach for the zip behind my dress and drew it downwards. I didn't stop him, I was interested. I was bound to see this to the end.

Then he unclasped my brassieres. It was good enough that I wasn't seeing him. Because I wouldn't be bold enough to last this long sitting on him if my eyes were opened.

Mild air hit my breasts and my nipples turned to pebbles. And I knew I was halfway naked.

My breathing hitched.

"Such beauty," he remarked.

A second passed before I felt chilled water running across my breasts.

I bit my lower lip fighting my gasp. Did he just splash his whiskey unto my breasts?

"Forgive me, Mia but I cannot help it," he apologized.

To make his apology well recognized, his mouth licked down the area where the substance was trailing until he arrived at a nipple.

"Relax, Mia. This is where you'll enjoy it," his mouth captured a hard nipple.

That was exactly when I lost my senses.