53

VALERIA

Dumbstruck. That's how I felt seeing him here, holding my hand and stopping Liam from dragging me any further than he already did.

His eyes were on me and I wasn't sure how to react. First, he'd dared to come to my apartment. When I asked Daisy to go get me my bag, he showed up at my door.

”We need to talk,” He said, wanting to come inside but I stood in his way.

”Not now,” I breathed out,

“When?” He persisted, ”It's important that we talk,”

He sounded rather desperate that I told him we can talk in an hour. But honestly, I didn't wanna talk to him. We had nothing to talk about. All we had was a one-night fuck and that's it. No need to try to make it any more than it was.

And now seeing him out here was rather unnerving. Was he stalking me? I had all the right to think so.

”Let her go,” He said to Liam, and I wished he'll just fuck off and don't get involved in what he knew nothing about.

”Did you get yourself a bodyguard?” Liam asked, his eyebrows raised in confusion, as he glanced at me and then at him.

“What do you care?” I retorted, trying hard to keep my voice from being shaky.

”I don't,” Liam scoffed and handed the bag of groceries to the elevator guy, “You came right on time. She was becoming a pain in the ass,”

”Jerk,” I mouthed, glaring at Liam, but as usual, he appeared unaffected by it.

“See that she gets home safely,“ Liam said to the guy and went back to his car. He got in and drove off.

With just me and him now, I was pissed. What was his problem? With the way he's acting, it seems he's the clingy type. Shit, I hate clingy!

I snatched my bag of groceries from him but he held onto it. What the fuck is his problem?!

”Let go of my bag!” I said furiously.

”Let me help you carry it,“ He offered calmly.

”I didn't ask for your help,” I snapped,

“I never said you did. I just wanna help,“ He insisted and I left the bag for him to carry.

No matter how pissed I was at the moment, it wasn't enough to create a scene here. I better take this matter back to my apartment where it began.

I resumed walking, going so fast that onlookers would never think we were together. The night we fucked, he was very appealing. But right now, I can't help but feel disgusted by this clingy side of him. I thought he was smart enough to understand the basic rules of a one-night stand. Hate to say I was wrong, he didn't know. So I should fill him in so he never tries to butt in my business again. He was neither my friend, a relative nor my acquaintance, so he had no right to butt in.

When I got back to the apartment, my legs were already aching. I unlocked the door and went inside, he came in after me. I took the bag from him and emptied it in the kitchen.

When I returned, he was still standing there, in the same spot he was when I went in. He was dressed in black attire.

I stood in front of him and crossed my arms, showing him just how serious I was.

”What the hell is your problem?“ I asked him in a glacial tone, and his gaze met mine, ”What do you want?“

He seems to be finding it hard to say the words that lay at the tip of his tongue.

Maybe I knew what he wanted, just like every other man. Never satisfied.

”You want more of my pussy?” I asked, and he scrunched his face at my question.

”What? Of course, not. That's not it,” He said and ceased talking. He was uncomfortable. Ruffling his hair. Biting his lip. Drowning me in his eyes. It was hard for him to say whatever it was eating him up.

”Just say it,“ I urged him impatiently, I had no time for this.

”I wanna talk to you,“

“About what?“

“About the night I was here,“

”What about it?“ I knew it had to do with that night, “Just so you know, I don't fuck the same dick twice,“

”You fuck and forget?“

“Yes,“

“How do you do it?“

“Do what?“

”Fuck and forget,“ He replied and his eyes sparkled with tears, “I dont know how to forget. I can't seem to know how to forget. Hell, I haven't forgotten any bit of that night ever since it happened. I can't get that night out of my head. It's driving me crazy. Do you understand?“

Taken aback by his words, I couldn't give him a reply. And what's worse was that my resolve slowly melted away.

No. Valeria, get your head straight, I mentally reprimanded myself. I shouldn't let his words make me yearn for him again. He's just a one-night stand. I dont even know his name and he doesn't know mine. That's how physical it was between us.

”Get out!” I blurted out, pointing to the door. It was hard to maintain a cold stare but I did.

“I can't get out. Not until you fix my mind, and leave me as sane as I was at the elevator,“ He said, and he was in fucking tears. It had me going speechless.

“I didn't beg to be your one-night-stand. You picked me, and I fell for your traps, and that's shame on me, alright? But you gotta take responsibility for fucking up my mind like this. I didn't have a happy life but I was okay. You didn't have to creep in and fuck me up like this!“ He ended with a yell that made me flinch. I've never seen a guy cry as much as he was crying right now.

”Please, please, Miss. You gotta help me forget you, or I'm gonna keep crawling back here every night. Every day. Every second. Every minute. I got addicted to you when you let my dick inside your pussy. And you can't just cut me off like that. What if I can't take it and just…die?“

“That's enough!” I snapped, not wanting to hear any more words from him. He needed to leave. Nothing he'll say would make me wanna consider having anything with him. He was my one-night-stand and that's it.

”Don't treat me like some trash from the garbage can. I got a heart, I got feelings too, bitch!“ He rasped.

”I don't care. Just get the hell out of my apartment and don't come back here again. You are neither needed nor welcomed. And before you try to blame me for anything, may I remind you that I didn't drag you in here. You came on your terms, so whatever fucked up emotions you feeling right now, you deal with them on your own. And you leave me out of it. Do you understand?!”

”You the coldest bitch I've ever met. And I'm the unluckiest dude for getting involved with you,” He said in a downpour of tears, and seeing him like that jab at my heart. But I maintained my cold look and he left.

When the door shut, I let out a breath I never knew I was holding. What the heck have I done? He seemed really hurt and it was all my fault. I might have been cold and chased him out, but the sad sight he put out a few minutes ago made my heart ache.

I lay on my bed, recounting what had happened between me and the elevator guy earlier. It got me really bothered and restless.

Needing to clear my head, I got dressed and headed over to the biggest strippers club in the region.

I got in with a VIP pass and went inside. I got snagged up by a burly man and he had me giving him a lap dance.

His dick was tight around his fly, and I straddled him, positioning myself in a way that his huge bulge would press against my wet pussy.

”Gee, you fucking hard,” I said in an erotic tone, rolling my waist around his budge to increase the sensation.

He grabbed my waist and pressed me closer to him. He was grunting from the pleasure, and soon his fingers went up into my skirt and he shifted my panties for an actual fuck.

I had no complaints. I came here to fuck anyways.

But out of nowhere, he showed up again, pulling me off the man's lap and shifting me aside.

”Hey, what the fuck is your problem?!“ The burly man barked, sending a punch his way.

The elevator guy caught his hand and twisted it to the back. Bones cracking sound was clear. Chaos erupted in the hall.

I turned around and fled out of the building. I stopped a cab and quickly hopped in. Minutes later, I was back home. Weirdly, I felt the elevator guy behind me but I didn't turn around to check.

I rushed into my apartment and he raced in after me. Panic rushed through my insides.

“Don't touch…” I didn't get to finish my statement before he spun me around and pinned me to his body. His arm snaked around my tiny waist and the other hand was at the back of my head. He was kissing me so fervently, swallowing up all my struggles. I couldn't breathe, the kiss blocked off any means of air penetrating my nostrils. I was suffocating in his arms.

Soon, he broke the kiss but his lips still brushed against mine, and our hot breaths fanned each other's faces. My eyes were wet and I wasn't even sure why.

“I'll do anything you want. I'll fuck your pussy as hard as you want. Kiss your feet. Do whatever you crave. But please, don't push me away,“

“We can't be a thing,“

”Then let's just be a vice. Let me be that bad habit you can't quit 'cause you addicted to it. I'm not being choosy right now. Whatever you choose is fine, just don't throw me out. And don't go to a place like that again. If you need a good fuck, then ring my phone,“

”You wanna be one of my vices?”

”Yeah, if that's what I have to do to stay close to you. Told you already, didn't I? I'll be anything for you.“