𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Unforgettable

CALL OUT MY NAME — 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄
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V E R A   P É R E Z

The mystery man took my hand, leading me through the throng of people towards the exit. Eveyrone parted like the red sea and looked down as we walked past.

We stumbled into the cool night air, the sudden change of temperature making me shiver. His grip on my hand was firm yet gentle. We made our way to a sleek black car parked just outside and he leaned against it and inspected me once more before pulling me close until our bodies were almost touching.

"You ready to go?" His voice was low and husky.

I laughed, the sound slightly breathless. "More than fucking ready."

Before I could say anything else, his hands were on my waist again and he gently pushed me back against the car. The cool metal pressed against my back was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body. He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was demanding.

We tumbled into his sleek black car, the leather seats cool against my skin. As he started the engine, the powerful roar made my heart race even faster.

I could already tell by the vehicle he sported that the man had money.

We sped through the city streets and every time we hit a red light he turned to me with that mischievous glint in his eyes before leaning in to steal a quick electrifying peck on my lips. Each kiss left me breathless and wanting more.

"You're driving like a madman." I teased though I couldn't hide my grin.

He smirked, his heterochromatic eyes flicking between the road and me. "I can't help it. You're a distraction."

We raced through the empty streets, the car's engine purring like a beast. The city lights blurred past us, a dazzling display of colors. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so alive, so exhilarated. The anticipation built with every kiss, every lingering touch.

Finally, we pulled up to a grand villa. Its exterior was illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. He didn't waste a moment. He hurried out of the car, coming around to my side to open the door.

Before I knew it, he had scooped me up into his arms, carrying me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the solid strength of his body beneath me.

"This looks beautiful." I managed to say, glancing around at the elegant architecture and manicured gardens.

He chuckled, his breath warm against my ear. "It has its perks. But right now, there's only one thing I'm interested in." With that, he practically ran inside. The door closed behind us with a thud.

The interior was just as impressive as the exterior. Marble floors, high ceilings, and tasteful art adorning the walls.

But I barely had time to take it in as he pressed me against the nearest wall, his lips finding mine in a deep, searing kiss.

He strode over to the large bed, its sheets crisp, and firmly tossed me onto it. I landed with a soft bounce, breathless and exhilarated.

His intense gaze held mine as he climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over mine, creating a cocoon of warmth and desire.

"So what's the name of the beautiful woman I'm going to be fucking tonight."

"Vera," I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper. "And you?"