Shattered Tears mxb

Chapter 2

Riley's POV

He began walking towards me, glaring at me the whole time as if I've wronged him. I begged my hands to stop shaking and my heart to stop racing. I couldn't think of anything but the gorgeous man walking towards me at the moment despite being petrified. He stopped in front of the table, looking down at me with emotionless eyes. My food was long forgotten.

"What's your name." He asked, well, more like demanded. I look at him not being able to speak at all suddenly. "I don't ask twice. What. Is. Your. Name." He growled, clenching his hands.

"R-Riley sir." I curse at myself for not being able to speak without stuttering.

He looked at me up and down, still looking emotionless. "Would you like me to fuck you Riley?"

"I-I'm sorry w-what? " I squealed, not expecting that to come out of a stranger's mouth.

"What did I say about making me ask twice?" He sighed sitting down across the booth from me. "It's a simple question. Would you like me to fuck you?" He stared at me blankly.

What was I supposed to say to something like that? There was no denying he was attractive, but what could someone like him possibly get from sleeping with me. He could have anyone, I don't see why he would waste his time on me.

"I don't think so." I whispered, picking at my remaining food. I wipe my clammy hands on my jeans. It finally hit me that a complete stranger asked to have sex with me. No one in their right mind would walk up to a stranger and ask that.

I had to get out of here as soon as possible. "I um have to go sir." I rushed to pull out a twenty dollar bill to pay.

"I'm not looking to harm you. I've had a shitty day and frankly you look like you've had a worse one." He lit a cigarette. "Come back to my hotel. I'll fuck you and you can even sleep over if you'd like," He puffed out the smoke away from my face. "Something tells me you don't want to be home."

He didn't even look fazed by his absurd request. In fact he looked quite bored as if I was taking too long to agree. I thought about it seriously this time. He was right about not wanting to be home. I'd probably just play some music and cry on the floor. Could I really do this? If he did plan on killing me that would honestly be a plus at this point.

I stare back at him looking for something in his eyes. A sign that he was joking or having a psychotic breakdown, but I couldn't find any. He inhaled the cigarette again, continuing to stare in my eyes. "Okay."

"Perfect, now that you're not wasting my time, let's go." He put out his cigarette on my remaining pancake that I was planning on taking with me. I frowned at him, but he paid me no attention as he got up.

He placed a 100$ on the table and began walking to the door. I look at his retreating figure trying to process what just happened. He stopped realizing I wasn't following him, and looked back at me with furrowed brows, "Move." That's all he said before walking out of the diner.

No use in backing out now. I rush to the door expecting him to be waiting for me, but don't see him. There are two cars in the parking lot, one was a Ferrari Purosangue and the other a Nissan Altima. I walk to the Ferrari as he didn't strike me as a Nissan man.

I get in the car and watch the man whose name I don't even know type something on his phone. I send a quick text to my parents that I won't be home tonight. It's left on delivered like all the other messages I've sent them the past year.

"Is there a particular wine you like?" He said while driving towards the hotel.

"I can't drink." I whisper looking out the window. The car lights blur into rays of fireworks calming me down slightly. I unfocus my eyes more and pretend like I'm in a blackhole traveling with no sense of time.

"You just put the wine in your mouth, it's not that difficult." He sighed looking at the road with squinted eyes.

"I meant to say I'm not old enough." I picked at my fingernails, not bothered that he chose not to speak the rest of the ride.

We arrived at an expensive looking skyscraper that looked like the kind of place pretentious jerks fancy. I wonder if this is the kind of place my parents stay at when they travel. A valet took his car as he led us towards a private looking elevator.

"Good evening Mr. Stone." A man dressed in a suit said letting us step into the elevator. He didn't even acknowledge the man before pressing the 60th floor taking out his phone typing on it the whole way up.

I've never had sex with anyone before so I wasn't sure exactly what to expect. I wonder if he would have sex with me immediately. Would there be foreplay? I was obviously going to be the one receiving not that I minded much. The elevator dinged as we arrived at the place that I was going to lose my virginity at.

We walked into his spacious penthouse that screamed millionaire, he definitely had more money than my parents. It was an open concept layout with the kitchen to the right and the living room in the front. There were ceiling to floor windows all along the wall of the living room that gave a magnificent view of the city below. It looked mesmerizing.

"It's Mason," I look at him puzzled. "So you know what name to scream later." I blush not knowing what to respond to him.

It dawns on me that he's going to see my scars, the obvious self harm scars. Should I mention them before we start? Was that something you mention to a one night stand? Would he even care about them? He doesn't seem like the type of guy to ask.

"Let's go to my room."

Maybe just for tonight I wouldn't have to be the lonely broken boy who cut himself.