The Crowded Room

13. The Gentleman's Curse.

Hot.

Heat.

Warm.

My entire body is palpitating from the heatwaves that have developed in Pierre’s bedroom. From what I am not entirely sure yet, alcohol-no I’m not drunk, sun exposure from today-no it was too late in the afternoon, sexual desire-sure, I could blame it on that, but honestly, I’ve been hot for him all throughout this weekend, I doubt that it could affect me any further. Or could it?

I turn to the corner and pierce a dirty look at the little heater enveloped in its own nook, illuminating a red essence. There’s no need for it to be switched on since the heat in his room is overbearing enough thanks to our sexual tension. No. There’s another reason why. I can’t help but wonder about Pierre’s scheming intentions. I huff an annoyed breath and start to tug at the waistband of my sweatpants and pull them down my now exposed legs. I feel his smirk before I see it.

This man has the audacity to wind me up like some sort of feral kitten and I hate it.

He lays there on his bed, bare, triumphant with his in tensions now exposed. He watches me shamelessly and his emerald orbs darken when my shirt falls down to drape itself over my hips. I tug the pants over my feet and once I have it fully in my grasp, I fling it on top of my duffel bag. He looks me over, his gaze lingering far longer than needed on my exposed skin. There he lays, in all his illustrious golden-skinned glory, reverberating immense confidence. His eyes flicker upon my face seemingly satisfied.

‘’It’s too hot in here.’’

He smirks.

‘’Come.’’

I first watch him switch off the little heat provider, then he holds out his hand for me to take. He doesn’t move though, his eyes darkening as I briefly staddle his bare waist feeling him beneath me has my core heating up, but I quickly dismiss the feeling and move over to my side sitting up and watching him. He remains quiet as I sip on my tea until I decide to speak.

‘’Thank you for today, it was quite lovely.’’

‘’You truly enjoyed it?’’

I nod a little too eagerly. Indeed, this day, entire weekend actually, has made me come to realise a few things like what it is I truly want and crave.

The beach. The water. The salt. The surf. Him. I smile at him.

‘’Affirmative.’’

He watches me as though he himself have come to a few realisations, but I don’t question him.

‘’So, that Marcello and Jason have got a secret thing going on huh?’’

His eyebrows furrow as if I am saying something utterly ridiculous.

‘’What are you talking about, as far as I know Marcello’s like married or something.’’

I think back to the afternoon and how Jason sat close to me, I distinctively remember seeing his face turned to the ocean with a look of defeat when we spoke about our love interests.

Situationships.

I don’t say the word out loud too scared that it might leave a bitter taste on my tongue. My eyes widen at his remark. Married? I don’t even try to decipher his words or come close to delving into that delicious topic, seems as though Jason’s found himself in quite the messy situation as any situationship there is.

Poor Jason.

‘’Seems as though I’ve highlighted a situation that you were quite unaware of.’’

His face turns pensive and then he nods. I look down to my knees trying not to overthink over someone else’s business, but my heart still grows heavy with regret. Maybe I shouldn’t have told Jason the things I did earlier. Pierre grasps my unoccupied hand and intertwines his fingers between mine, his fingers trace over the marked lines where my rings were before I removed them and put them on his bedside table. I finish my tea and look at him when I hear him speak.

‘’No matter. Their… predicament is not of our concern.’’

He smiles at me and just that simple act eases the heaviness of my heart.

‘’Thank you for today.’’

It seems unreal how he can make me feel hot and heavy one moment and then immediately afterwards all giddy like a schoolgirl. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? Right now, I would call myself crazy, I don’t know myself like this, but even if I could muster up the courage to run away, what good would it do? This man has vexed me into feeling these perplexing emotions and has wholeheartedly have me wrapped around his finger. I stare into his viridescent orbs, they swirl around my presence, capturing my entire being. The trance he puts me in is invigorating and it absolutely takes my breath away. My heartbeat quickens at him and the endless possibilities of what if, and is this it?
There is no point in seeking answers to questions that I’d probably won’t know until it’s too late. I move to lay down, positioning my head comfortably on my pillow.

Even my pillowcase smells like him now.

He places my empty teacup on his bedside table next to my rings. Then he lays comfortably once again pulling me flush against him, only this time his hands roam my skin all the way up my back. I don’t see his face, but I hear him huff in annoyance.

‘’Why are you still wearing a bra.’’

Suddenly, his hand glides my oversized shirt up making me shiver. His hand tugs at the clip of my bra and in one swift motion, he clicks it loose. He pulls the strap down my shoulder and kisses my neck ever so lightly.

‘’It’s quite concerning at how good you are with dismantling a bra.’’

I feel him grin against my skin, but he doesn’t say anything.

Yes indeed, quite worrisome.

I feel him press himself against my backside and instantly, all my concerns are swirling down the drain and are replaced by heated flushness and heavy breathing. His hand moves up my hip and over my stomach and eventually, he firmly squeezes my breast. He grunts in approval and my head falls back from pleasure. The effect he has on me is appalling as I relish in each moment gaining so much satisfaction. Him against me, skin to skin, it feels unreal.

Euphoric.

His hand slithers to the waistband of my panties and yank at them. His mouth finds my own with desperation and need. As he slips the green lace down my waist, the last shred of my dignity goes down with it, but I don’t care.

At this moment in time, I don’t know most things except for him. But, if there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that Pierre has ruined all men for me.