Chapter 52 Chapter 52
Selena
One second, I was kissing Noah, our bodies glued together as he wrapped his hands around me.
My thoughts clouded, forgetting everything he had done to me. The reason why we were no longer together.
Then his hands had gone inside my shirt, slowly crawling to my breast and then I snapped, memories of his betrayal flashed in.
Disgust. Hate to him and finally to myself.
I bit him and pushed him away from me.
Shamed. Anger.
How could I be so shameless, allowing my body to betray me with want?
“Your body doesn't lie, Selena. See, your body wants me, your nipples are fucking hard over your bra and I can tell your pussy wants me too,”
I had slapped him and stormed out of his place, tears streaming down my face, angered at submitting to him easily.
Angered because I have never wanted another man like Noah, because I have always dreamt of giving myself to him one day.
And that was the problem. That was the attachment and the reason why my body still craves him.
It was raining, but I doubt I would be able to drive with my tearful eyes. I wasn't going to jam Theodore’s car.
I just needed to get to a bar and get laid by someone.
Yes, I should do it. That way I’ll forget Noah. If my body listens to someone else, then it will forget Noah.
The cab dropped me off, and I walked in the rain to the inside of the club. Music jams loudly and for some reason, everyone seemed to give way as I walked.
“Fucking people.” I stormed past them and stopped at the counter.
“Ten shots of whatever's strong you have. I don't care.”
I sat down, pulling my hair out of the ponytail. The barman seemed to look at me, maybe questioning my capability. But he said nothing, only pouring according to my request.
I took the first and second shots in one go. “Ah,” I gasped, my heart burning. But I didn't stop.
“Damn him and his stupid hands,” I yelled, pouring the fourth shot.
“He should go to hell!” The fifth shot.
“I hate him so much,” My eyes turned heavy.
Was it the alcohol kicking in or was it just my tears? It didn't matter anyway.
I took another and then,
“Hey beautiful lady in distress, I must say. Do you mind if I help you?”
I turned to the voice by my side. Whoever he was, he was tall, broad-shouldered, his hair spiked with cute dimples as he looked at me.
“You are beautiful,” I muttered with a smile.
Sure, he was.
And that was all I needed. If I were going to get fucked, then it should be someone this handsome.
His eyes trailed down, resting on my breast. My clothes must be clinging to my body now.
I smirked. There was something about his look that was hot, impure.
“You want me?” I stood up, fighting my legs to be stable as I moved to him. Pressing my body to his.
“You are so vocal, aren't you dimsel.” He grabbed my chin, his other hand pulling my body to him and I moaned.
“Fuck, it feels so good.” I moaned again as his hand moved to my breast, feeling the top.
“I love the sounds from your fucking mouth. Let's get a room and make it useful?”
“Hm, yes. Let's get a room.”
Fuck it feels so good to be finally free.
I cling to his arm laughing as he pays for my drinks.
The barman gave me a look of worry, but he didn't have to because I won’t regret it.
Giving myself out like this wasn't bad. No, it was wild, and it felt so good. Perhaps this was what my body wanted, it was what I was used to.
I kept laughing as we walked, my body pressing on him, even as we entered the room.
It was almost dark, just a little light beaming into the bed.
“Fuck, you look so good. What a killer body.”
I moaned loudly, my pussy aching when he ripped my shirt apart, revealing my breasts covered with the white lacy bra.
I felt exposed and should crawl to myself, but if I don't do it now, I’ll never let go of Noah, so I smiled.
“You like it?” I asked, my voice low, my legs were trembling as I closed the distance then took his hands to my bra.
“Of course, come here?” He groaned, and then grabbed my hand, throwing me on the bed, I gasped.
Looking up, his hands went to his belt, and with a flick, he took it off, his pants followed.
“Take your skirt off, and watch me.” His voice rasped. I nodded, watching him take off his shirt.
His body was toned, complementing his face. My heart beat was heavy watching his hands line his boxer's belt, teasing with a smirk on his face, waiting for me to take my skirt off.
I undo the zip, lift my waist from the bed, and then pull the skirt down.
Now, I’m left with just my panties and bra.
“Fuck you look even better, where have you?”
The compliment warmed my heart.
I was definitely not regretting it after. This was what I wanted.
I spread myself apart, my fingers trailed my stomach down to my sex.
I licked my lips and brushed my panties to the side of my pussy.
“Oh, I know what you are doing, Aren't you impatient,” He moved to take off his boxers fully, but then the door burst open and feet stormed in.
“What the fuck are you guys?”
I shook my head, trying to focus on the intruders.
“Take him out,”
I felt my body go still at the voice. Slowly, my once blurry eyes cleared a tiny bit.
I could hear the boy being dragged away from the room as he shouted and yelled.
But what my eyes were focused on were the two legs covered in suit pants, and slowly to the slim waist and then they stopped at the handsomely incredible face.
“He he,” I laughed. “Theodore.”