Death of a Bachelor

#1 The Beginning

His warm lips were like a taste of heaven, and each time they touched hers, she felt herself losing all sense of reality. Every kiss from him made her crave more, the heat between them igniting a fire inside her that she couldn't control. She wanted more-needed more. His warm lips dropped to her chin, down to her neck and into her collarbone but just as she was getting lost in the moment, Lewis pulled away, his eyes locking onto hers. They stared at each other, her gaze flickering between his intense eyes and the lips that had just been on hers. She loved the way he looked at her, that gaze filled with something deep, something that made her feel like the only woman in the world.

"Kiss me more, sir" she whispered, her voice trembling with desire "I want more"

Lewis didn't hesitate. He pressed his lips to hers again, this time with a passion that made her feel like he was claiming her soul. A soft moan escaped her as she felt his hands gently caress her face. She tightened her grip on the tuxedo he wore, desperate to keep him close. His warm hands began to explore her body and unbuttoned her white long sleeves sending shivers down her spine and filling her with a confusing mix of excitement and need. Every touch made her tremble, especially when she heard the low groans and moans coming from him. The sound of his voice, thick with longing, drove her wild, another moan escape on her lips when Lewis pushed her against the wall while his warm hand started to travel on her abdomen.

"I want you now" Lewis whispered into her ear, his voice rough and filled with hunger "F*ck, I want you"

"SIMONEEEE!"

Simone's eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Sweat coated her skin, and her heart raced in her chest. The remains of her dream lingered, but the sharp tone of her friend's voice pulled her back to reality. Jordan was standing over her, frowning with worry.

"W-what?" Simone stammered, still lost from the vivid dream. She blinked up at Jordan, trying to focus on her friend's blue eyes.

"You were f*cking moaning, Simone! I thought you were dying. You scared the sh*t out of me!" Jordan exclaimed, her voice a mix of concern.

Simone slowly sat up on her old, worn-out sofa, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself. The dream flashed through her mind, and she silently cursed herself. Why was she dreaming about him again? She glanced at the vintage clock on the wall and saw that it was already past three in the afternoon. "S-sorry, I was just having a bad dream, Jordan" she lied, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream.

Jordan shook her head, still looking unconvinced. She glanced around the art studio, her eyes narrowing as she took in the mess. "Damn! When was the last time you cleaned this place?"

She rolled her eyes, following Jordan's gaze around the room. Her finished paintings were neatly arranged on one side, with others hanging on the walls. Her brushes, paints, and other supplies were organized on her worktable and in the drawers. The ladder she used for painting large canvases was leaning against the wall. But the center table was a disaster zone, covered with scattered magazines, books, and crumpled papers.

"You're overreacting again" Simone muttered, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Overreacting? I've only been gone a month, and it looks like a tornado hit your studio!" Jordan retorted, pointing at the unfinished painting sitting on an easel. "Is this the painting Mr. Steven commissioned?"

Simone nodded, letting out a small sigh. "Yeah, it's due tomorrow"

Jordan's eyes widened in disbelief "Tomorrow? and you haven't finished it yet?!"

"I'll finish it later" Simone mumbled, avoiding Jordan's gaze.

Jordan sighed dramatically, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder and crossing her arms "Your brain must be completely fried. No wonder you can't finish this painting. Are you sure you're okay?"