Ella is, well she's a 20 year old virgin. Is she proud of that fact? Not really. For a good girl like she is, she wanted her first time to be with someone who knows what he's doing, no strings attached. You didn't expect that turn, huh? When Ella me...
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and i'm terribly sorry for this late update but i wasn't at home for two weeks and school is taking away every breath that i have
... I hope you'll like this chapter and byee
-Ivy xx
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I feel chills run through my body when he presses his body completely on mine. He chuckles into my ear, making the goosebumps on my skin rise. I am frozen, literally. I can't think, or process what's going on at this moment, nothing. The only thing I can think about is his warm body against mine and his breath colliding with my skin.
He suddenly pulls away, and I sigh from relief, but I still feel the need for his presence. I still feel like I need to feel his body again. I shake my head at my ridiculous thoughts and close my eyes to calm down this sexual desire he woke in me.
"Sir, that was inappropriate and I would kindly ask you not to do such thing again," I say with all the strength that was left in me and the only response I get is a smirk and a slight head shake.
"I bet you don't mean that. But, I'll kindly ask you to go now," his deep voice speaks mockingly, making me lift my head up to see him lying on the bed with his eyes closed. I fake cough and open the doors to leave this room.
Once I'm standing in front of the hotel room, I sigh as I lean my back against the wall. That was a scenario I didn't expect and I don't know where to go from this. I've never felt such desire to grab someones body and this weird lustful need to feel his body on mine is quite confusing to me. I shouldn't have come here. But, maybe he told me to bring the towels so that he could see me? Maybe he fancies me?
I start laughing at my thoughts. That is just simply ridiculous. There's no way that someone like him, obviously rich and so handsome that it's almost unreal, fancy me, a girl who works in lame hotel to help her parents pay for her college. It is a very soup opera scenario. But, no, it's impossible for him to like me because next to him I feel like one of Cinderella's ugly sisters. And I can tell by the way how he acts that he's a player, a guy I should never mess with. No matter how much my body begs me to, it has to be a hard no.
I shake my head and pick up the towels from the floor, keeping them away from my body. I wonder what did he do with them? He literally came like three hours ago or so, and he already managed to dirty the towels. Maybe he did that on purpose just to have an excuse to see me? I shake my head again at my stupid thoughts. I'm just hoping. I'm always like that. The moment I see someone hot, I'm done, creating thousands of fantasies in my mind and then ending up stuck inside of them which inevitably leads to me developing feelings towards that person.
When I'm in the elevator, my mind escapes to Harry again, despite my hopeless attempts not to. He is something, that's sure. He is so dominating and I can see it in his actions that he likes being in control. I've known him for a couple of hours, I actually don't even know him, but he still managed to captivate me and make me look so fragile and weak in front of him. Dammit, I should have been more confident and I definitely shouldn't act like a little, innocent lamb.
