BEHIND THE FACADE R18

A Drunken Delight

_MIA'S POV_

My own moans woke me from sleep, a tingling sensation running down the pit of my stomach. I lift the covers, his face emerging from between my thighs. Malcom's signature smirk brought a smile to my face.

My gaze returned to the ceiling, my nails digging into the sheets as he teased my core with his tongue, his breath grazing my thigh. He flicked his tongue across my clit downwards, my core aching from the sensation. He flicked his tongue into my entrance, grazing the walls of my opening.

I jolted awake from the loud sound of thunder striking the windows, the heavy rain adding to the noise. My heart racing, I recalled the details of my unfinished dream. Malcolm's face, his touch, his seductive voice—it all felt so real.

I quickly looked under the covers, only to see that my rumpled nightwear was intact and Malcolm was nowhere near me. But the ache between my thighs remained, a testament to the dirty dream I'd had.

"Aghh," I groaned in frustration, checking the time. Still midnight.

I hugged my tingling body, unsure if it was the cold or the memories of my dream that had me shivering.

"Fuck you, Malcolm," I cursed, tossing my pillow across the room. "I can't even sleep in peace."

But sleep evaded me. My mind refused to quiet, replaying the dream's vivid details.

After a while, I threw off the covers and got out of bed. The darkness of my room enveloped me like a shroud. I needed a distraction.

Downstairs, the kitchen's dim lights welcomed me like a sanctuary. I poured myself a glass of water, feeling the cool glass against my skin.

As I stood there, lost in thought, the rain drummed against the windows. The sound was soothing, yet my thoughts remained turbulent.

I took a sip of water, feeling the liquid slide down my throat.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the kitchen, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

The thunder boomed, making me jump. I laughed nervously. "Get a grip, Mia." But my nerves remained on edge.

As I returned the clean cup to its original place, I felt a presence behind me. I knew who it was. The presence that haunted my dreams.

I turned to face Malcolm, his shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a few upper buttons loose. The dimmed light only accentuated his beauty.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asked, approaching me with his hands in his pockets.

"Uhmm, I... I couldn't sleep, so I came to get a glass of water," I stuttered, mentally scolding myself. Why did I have to lose my speech at this moment?

"Me too," he said, his eyes gleaming with lust. "So, what should we do now? What do you want to do?" Malcolm asked seductively, stepping closer.

I stepped back until my back hit the drawer, my eyes darting below his waist. Memories of our previous night flooded back, and dirty thoughts swirled in my mind.

"Uhmm, Malcolm, I... I," I stuttered, unsure what to say as my mind raced.

Malcolm reached out, his hand inches from my face, as if to caress it. A smirk formed on his lips, and he took a champagne bottle from the glass shelf above.

Disappointment and embarrassment washed over me as he left my side.

He placed two wine glasses on the vanity table.

Malcolm stood beside the table, champagne bottle in hand, his gaze fixed on me.

_MALCOLM'S POV_

As I stood beside the vanity table, champagne bottle in hand, I studied Mia's flushed face. Her embarrassment was palpable, but she quickly composed herself.