Unlucky: Luxury And a Lies

Chapter 34: 7 Minuets In (m) Heaven Jame's POV: Why Did It Feel So Different?

Jack's attention span was akin to that of a goldfish, flitting from one thing to another in a matter of seconds. It was a sight to behold, something that consistently provided amusement to all of us.

As the night's festivities continued, Zack arrived with a few of his friends, totaling about five, all hailing from the football team. They were accompanied by a couple of girls, ready to join in the fun.

Mia, always one to take charge, initiated the next game. "Okay," she announced, and with a swift spin, the bottle began to twirl. The bottle's capricious spin finally came to rest, landing on Tyler. However, Mia swiftly adjusted it to point towards Minji, and she squealed with delight, clapping her hands in excitement. Minji leaned in, and they shared a brief but passionate kiss.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes in disbelief. They weren't seriously trying to rig my game and make me look like an idiot, were they? "Hey, those aren't the rules!" I interjected, attempting to restore some semblance of order to the game.

Mia shrugged nonchalantly, her demeanor reflecting her carefree spirit. "Yeah, but they're mine. It's for my dignity," she asserted, placing her hand over her heart with mock sincerity. I sighed, realizing that this was one of those moments when Mia's whims would inevitably lead the way.

Minji, not missing a beat, chimed in. "Okay, Mr. Rules, how about you spin the bottle?" she suggested, her tone laced with playfulness.

Rolling my eyes and deciding to humor the idea, I approached the bottle and gave it a spin. As it twirled, I winced, silently chanting to myself, "Not him, not him, not him." To my chagrin, it slowed down, nearing... him.

Everyone exclaimed as the bottle finally came to a rest, pointing directly at Perez. The room was filled with chants of "7 minutes," a mischievous atmosphere settling in. Perez, never one to shy away from a challenge, glanced at me and winked. With an exasperated sigh, I reluctantly relented, saying, "Fine." The room erupted into cheers as I stood up, ready to face the next few minutes of the game. As I stormed off, Perez followed smugly, leaving the others in fits of laughter at the unfolding comical drama.

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My heart raced as we stepped into the closet, the door clicking shut behind us. It was a storage closet, a place where you'd expect to find old brooms and forgotten items, not a setting for romantic escapades. The absurdity of it all was not lost on me, and I couldn't help but wonder if fate had a peculiar sense of humor.

Perez, with his ever-playful demeanor, couldn't resist teasing me right away. His voice, laced with mischief, danced in the confined space, "Why so shy, Wilder?" The remark caught me completely off guard, and my response was an uncontrollable blush. I quickly averted my gaze, unsure of how to react to his playful banter.

In the dimly lit closet, Perez decided to add a dramatic touch by reaching for the light switch. With a loud click and a flicker, the bulb overhead burst to life, casting an unflattering, harsh light on our peculiar surroundings. The closet was a treasure trove of oddities, with shelves lined with dusty, long-forgotten boxes and a forlorn mop standing in the corner, as if it were an unwitting witness to our unexpected encounter.

As the surreal scene unfolded, Perez stepped closer, his fingers gently cupping my chin, guiding my gaze back to his. With a mix of amusement and longing in his eyes, he closed the distance, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that defied the absurdity of our surroundings.

Surprisingly, I found myself relaxing into the moment. The initial tension gave way to an unexpected connection, and I felt myself melting, figuratively and quite literally. The kiss deepened, and the closet's peculiar ambiance seemed to fade into the background. In the midst of dust and disorder, Perez and I shared a moment that transcended our surroundings. It was a testament to the unpredictable nature of life, where love could blossom even in the most unexpected places.

As our connection intensified, the humor of the situation became apparent. We laughed softly between kisses, the absurdity of it all somehow adding to the magic of the moment. In that confined space, amidst brooms and boxes, we found a connection that was as humorous as it was passionate, an unexpected twist in our already unpredictable journey.

The moment was electric, intense, and filled with desire. We were in a whirlwind of passion, and it only seemed to get faster and hungrier as we lost ourselves in each other's touch. His voice, husky and filled with longing, whispered my name, sending shivers down my spine, "James."

I could hardly catch my breath as his lips danced along my neck, igniting a fire within me. I couldn't help but utter an expletive under my breath, the intensity of the moment making it impossible to contain my emotions, "F*ck," I gasped.

He paused for a moment, his lips leaving my neck, but his eyes locked onto mine with an almost possessive gaze. "You know you're have a little situation, right?" he rasped his brow looking me up and down, his words laden with a mixture of desire and dominance. It was a challenge, a question that hung in the air, demanding a response.

I swallowed my pride, my heart pounding, and nodded in acquiescence. "So what?" I retorted, my defiance tinged with a hint of surrender. I met his gaze head-on, unafraid of the intensity of our connection.

He smiled, a devilish grin that sent a thrill through my body. "We have three minutes left, you think you can do it?," he added, raising an eyebrow, referring to the challenge we had set for ourselves. Time was ticking away, but it only added to the urgency and fervor of our encounter.

I couldn't help but moan, a mixture of desire and determination, "Yeah, I bet I can." The challenge was a tantalizing backdrop to our passionate rendezvous. The minutes seemed to stretch and blur, lost in a whirlwind of sensations.

With a hunger that matched the intensity of the moment, he swiftly moved his hand, sending a surge of pleasure through my body.

Tears welled up in my eyes, unbidden, as a profound wave of emotion crashed over me. "God, f-f*ck" I gasped, almost incoherent as the intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm me. Every touch, every connection with him felt like lightning coursing through my veins.

He was relentless, meeting my passion with his own, a dance of desire and need that left me breathless. "I'll count you down," he murmured, his voice filled with a tantalizing promise. I nodded, my gaze shifting upward, as if seeking divine intervention to weather the storm of sensations that consumed me.

As I looked towards the ceiling, I noticed he was already on the countdown. The numbers seemed to rush past, and I realized I was nearing the edge, my core swelling with pleasure and anticipation. I shuddered, my body trembling as I bit my lip, desperately trying to muffle the sounds that escaped my lips.

"Four, come on, three," he whispered in my ear, his words sending sparks of desire down my spine. I couldn't help but grip his back tightly, my fingers digging into his skin, a mixture of pleasure and pain. He groaned, and it only fueled my ardor, pushing me closer to the precipice.

And then it happened, a climax that felt unlike any other. I sobbed, overwhelmed by a cascade of emotions and sensations, my teeth sinking into his shoulder as I tried to stifle my cries. It was a release like no other, a culmination of all the intensity and desire that had built between us.

As I lay there, spent and breathless, I couldn't help but wonder why this time had felt so different, so profoundly intense. It was a moment etched in my memory, a testament to the depth of our connection and the powerful emotions that bound us together.