Sin For Me

Chapter 7 ☑️

Megan

My most valuable possessions were packed tightly amid the several boxes I had chosen to take with me to my new place with my new friend. Everything else in this gloomy apartment could burn for all I cared.

I had never cared much for material possessions—I lived a quite simple life, lacking the luxuries of most people. The clothes on my back and a few photographs of my parents were all I really needed in this new venture I was bound to set out on. Anything else I would require, I would handle it as it came.

My doubts about my past-life suddenly subsided as soon as I glimpsed Mason sitting there on that chair, patiently waiting for me. He was a rather patient man, enduring all the qualities of a true lover that I had always fantasized about.

He appeared so out of place here, but so sexy all at once. He would fit in anywhere, I realized. How did I get so lucky? I wondered. If luck was even the proper term for the situation I found myself in.

I felt like I could truly bestow my trust in him. We still had so much to learn of one another, but from what I could gather, he was rather generous. After all, he had offered me to temporarily move in with him, despite all my baggage and incoherence. But why me? I wondered. Why was I so special? He could have any woman he wanted, with his charming looks, and generosity. What exactly were his intentions with me? I only hoped for the best, as I brushed my doubts aside.

I had a nagging habit of belittling myself, but maybe Mason saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself. Maybe, just maybe, he wanted more with me, as I did with him. I wouldn't press him about it, I decided.

I cautiously limped over to him, careful not to twist an ankle, and exchanged the boxes with his muscular arms, requesting him to carry it to the car for me as I locked up. He happily did so. He had been so adamant in helping me, I realized. The perfect gentleman.

My mind wandered to dark places in his presence. It was awkward. In exchanging the boxes, I felt it. That spark. It was rather tempting not to straddle him on that chair and give him what I sensed he so candidly wanted. And I undeniably wanted it too. So bad.

I didn't care if we barely knew each other—the physical chemistry amongst us was undeniable. My lower body clenched in despair each time he stared deeply into my eyes. I was already aroused from the brief encounter.

Its too soon, I reasoned with myself as I jiggled the keys within the lock of my apartment door, locking behind the past remnants of my lonely life.

I made sure to jiggle my ass a little in the process. Give him a little show, I chuckled to myself.

As I turned around, a smile curled amongst my lips, as I caught him staring. Somehow, I just knew he would be. Mission accomplished, I praised my inner goddess. Soon enough, he'll be unable to resist my seductive charms.

I slowly paced towards the BMW, careful not to trip and provoke yet another injury.

I'll never set foot here again, I promised.

As for you, Mason—you'll be mine in no time, I secretly promised myself as we drove away in silence.