Ember Willowbells took a deep breath. She slowly opened her eyes to an unfamiliar place. A ceiling with a modern design, one wall with a large mirror, another wall with a huge painting and a console with two small indoor plants, the hallway on the right of the bed leads to probably the toilet, and on the left side a floor-to-ceiling window covered by thick curtains. A sliver of morning light seeps through where the two sets of curtains meet, forming a line of light on the floor.
Suddenly, a grunt was heard on the right side of the bed. She only realized that when she woke up just now, she was still placing her left hand on someone's broad and hard chest.
In a panic, she pulled the quilt and further exposed the man's immaculate body. She gasped. And she cannot decide if in surprised or because of that tempting body. She saw him open his eyes and slowly turned his head towards her.
He looked down and seemed to be thinking too. He massaged his temples with his fingers, and a big hand with veins came into view.
Ember looked at him, and the memory of what happened last night rushed back.
This man right here, a large man with a handsome face, clean-cut hair, a clean-shaven face, a well-built body, smelled heavenly and was a height of almost 6 feet was drinking alone in the most inconspicuous corner of the bar last night.
And she was the one who approached him, drank with him, and left with him.
'Ah... Ember, what were you thinking?' She questioned herself in her mind.
After what seemed like an eternity, a magnetic voice rang in her ears.
"Don't be scared. We met last night and... did something..."
She took in a sharp breath when she tried to move.
'Ouch, my waist, my whole body!'
"Don't move!" His confused face shows that he is thinking again.
"Do you want me to bring you to the bathroom to freshen up?" He stopped moving and waited for her to speak.
She remembered everything. She went to the bar because she was just kicked out by her lover she served for three years. She was loyal; dumbfoundedly loyal to him that she forgot the former lively version of herself.
She found this lovely man lonely in a bar. He was respectful to her and allowed her to sit with him. They talked eventually about their own heartaches. In the end, in the spirit of alcohol, they both execute revenge towards their former lovers by spending a wild night together.
She stared at him and decided, she was actually the more aggressive and forward person last night. He just wanted to be alone but didn't reject her.
"Ah yes, please. I'm aching all over."
"I know, I'm sorry." He stood up and the quilt dropped exposing his strong lower body.
She unknowingly looked at his mermaid line and was a bit disappointed. Well, because he is wearing black boxer briefs that cover what seems to be a sleeping behemoth inside.
'That attacked me last night.' she wanted to hit herself for thinking dirty this early in the morning.
He went to the bathroom first and went back to her after a while.
"Ready?"
She absent-mindedly nodded.
Strong arms gently picked her up from the bed and carried her bridal style towards the bathroom. She was wearing only her panties. She only realized that because the heat from their bodies met and her breasts were pushed together forming a very seductive plump of mounds.
She shyly put her arms around his neck and smiled at him.
He smiled at her too with a perfect set of teeth and sympathetic eyes curved a bit.
'Oh God, is this a reward for all the sufferings of the past?'
He put her near the bathtub and stood there. She still has her panties on.
"What do you want for breakfast? I will have it delivered after an hour." He asked while putting the toiletries and towel beside her. He also hooked the bathrobe at the back of the door. He did all these without looking at her. Probably to lessen the awkwardness of the situation.
"American breakfast will do, and..." she remembered she was cleaned up already before she fell asleep, "Half an hour is enough. I'll be quick."
"Alright, let's talk after breakfast." He gently closed the door.
He went out of the bathroom, put on a bathrobe, picked the telephone at the corner, dialed zero, and ordered two American breakfasts.
It's the weekend so he was not worried about waking up at 8 in the morning. He saw his bag on the floor near the bedside table on the window side. The bag is fairly heavy because there is a laptop inside.
He is Clover Goldtwist, a Director from the IT department in a logistics company. He went to the bar last night to wallow in grief for a love that was ruthlessly ended with the words, "I found him."
He opened the pocket in front of the huge backpack and pulled out his cell phone. No messages, no emergencies. He relaxed. And fell into deep thought...
Back at the bathroom...
Ember has a bit of a headache. In her younger years, she has always been a good drinker. A party girl. A confident and happy person.
She carefully submerged herself into the bathtub and was immediately enveloped in perfectly warm water. She fell into contemplation.
But four years ago, at the age of 22, she pursued one of the most indifferent men in the world. One year of effort, three years of loyal servitude while living together, and look where it took her.
Last night, there was a specific thing that intensified her aggressiveness and confidence to tease the man who was drowning his loneliness in the corner of the dimly lit bar.
She gasped when she remembered the reason why they were here in this situation now.
"He was a virgin!"
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Caught a Responsible Man after the Break Up
عاطفيةShe was kicked out of the house when his lover came back. He was dumped by his fiancée despite fulfilling all requirements. They met in a bar and got entangled. For Life. *this is a very short story.just need to put this plot out from my thoughts.wi...
