Pieces Of Perfection

Chapter 1

How many of you got drunk after a heartbreak and did unholy things? I certainly have.

I woke up having a bad hangover, naked in the bed sheet. I did not remember what had happened last night, but I do remember kissing some random dude at the club. I was trying to move on. My ex-boyfriend, Jeremiah dumped me because he wanted to be with someone rich, and he had the chance of dating his CEO, Cassie.

Why wouldn't he? He would be rich and get promoted.

My head was aching when I woke up, I went inside the bathroom to take a shower, but I was as shocked as anyone would be. A 6 feet tall, tattooed man was naked inside my bathroom, taking a shower.

When I gasped, he wished me "Good morning."

I hesitated to reply because he was really hot, and I could not take my eyes off him. I told him I would wait outside.

"We have already seen each other naked, so I wouldn't mind sharing a shower and exploring the G-spot again" he replied.

24 years, I kept myself virgin, and for what? To sleep with a random stranger. I was scolding and cursing myself internally at the moment. Then I realized I was standing naked as well. So I pulled the bathrobe near me and rushed out.

Thankfully, it was my day off, I waited outside till he was done with the shower.

I started a conversation with him "What did we do last night, and how drunk was I?" I asked.

"Drunk enough to kiss me first and touch me down there.....and I" he was replying when I interrupted him -"Consider it a mistake. This is my first time." I stated.

"I know. You were bleeding when I fucked you all over. You screamed and cried but you kept asking me to fuck you hard. I would love to fuck you infront of that jerk ex of yours" he said.

I looked at him and was embarrassed to utter a word. Guess I told him about my life when I was whoring myself out.

He understood that I was embarrassed and asked me "Do you want to stay in touch? We can hang out sometimes?"

I wondered what he meant by "hang out". Does he think I would sleep with him again or wants to consider it like it never happened? The fact that I do not even remember how my first time was embarrassed me.

Something in me, made me ask him "Tell me how did we fuck?"

"In details or you just want to know the position?" He questioned.

"In details" I shouted.

"Relax!" He said and begun to tell me "I was drunk at the party but not as drunk as you were. You kissed me, and I thought of dropping you home, I asked you for your address, but your friends wanted you to loosen up. You kept making me horny while I drove you to your place. I couldn't control myself and let you take the charge, but it's only for this time, Mi Amor. If we ever do it again, I will take the lead, and you will follow. I tried my best to control myself, but you kept touching me in places where you should not have, and you will soon get to know who I am. Don't worry."

Before I could say anything, he wrote his contact number on a piece of paper and told me "See you later, I already know your number."

When he did that, I knew he wasn't a jerk like my ex was. I was smiling because he was hot, but it also made me wonder how he got my number.

I had some pending work, so I thought of keeping myself busy by completing my work. But there I was, thinking about this man I slept with, and it suddenly hit me that I did not know his name.

Once again, regardless of what my mind told me not to do, I called him to ask his name. Just to ask his name.

"Beau Whitefield! Is my name, and I'm not French, although I'm handsome like my name means. I'm from London."
I could make out he's from London because of his British accent. "Any other questions? I'll come to your place and answer it. Play with yourself thinking about me till then Eve Cullen." he said.