Immorally Wrong

Prologue

A/N: WARNING! This part has a steamy scene, please read at your own risk. 

A woman's POV

Walking on the wide, dim lighted hallway made me feel nervous. I just need to reach the last door at the end of the hallway.

What if someone sees me? What will I tell them? Will they suspect anything?

Adjusting my glasses I walked softly but surely. Making sure I won't touch or move anything out of place in fear of being busted.

I can already see the silhouette of the plain white door of the guestroom.

Just a little bit more.

I stopped in front of the door, hesitating. Should I enter or not? Why am I even asking this myself when I knew I wanted to? But it doesn't mean it's not wrong.

I held onto the doorknob a few seconds before turning it. Looking inside the room, the lights are off but the room is illuminated by the night light from the full moon outside. I went in and locked the door silently behind me.

Looking around the room, it's the same. It's not the first time I went here but every time I come here I hope it'll be the last time. And just like the other nights I visited this room, I knew that tonight will not be the last.

The room is big. It is twice the size of my room at home. It has its own bathroom. A simple bed at one end and a small closet beside it. It's not heavily decorated. Its walls painted cream, simple yet elegant.

My gaze stopped at a figure at the glass panel leading to the balcony. His back facing me. I can see his broad shoulder behind his dark colored shirt that I love to latch on when we make out. His lean and muscular arms are relaxed. One hand swirling the amber liquid in the glass. The other resting just above where his V line is.

Feeling my gaze, he turned. My breath hitched. His beauty never ceases to take my breath away. Half of his face is illuminated by the dimmed light of the moon falling through the glass panel.

Every inch of his face is a work of art. His strong and angular jaws that I don't doubt can slice a diamond. His high cheekbones and his crooked yet very manly nose. I just want to put a kiss on the tip of it. His lips that can do wonders on every inch my body. And his eyes.

Oh my goodness. His eyes.

I love his eyes. Chocolate brown in color. His eyes that speak volume. They're usually cold and calculating but at very few times, I can see hundreds of emotions that even I cannot comprehend completely.

Slowly, he walked to my direction. That's my cue. I stepped closer, meeting him at the center of the room. My heart beating faster in anticipation. I crave his touch. I like it when his hands roam around my body leaving trails of fire on my skin.

I saw one end of his mouth lift in a smirk. Lines appeared on his cheeks. He knew what he does to my body. I must look flushed and breathless. That, I am. But I also know what I can do to his body. The bulge on his crotch is a huge giveaway.

Taking a huge swig on his glass, he finished it all. Putting the glass on a nearby table, he went back to face me. One hand snaking around my waist, removing the gap between our bodies. The other hand gripping my nape in place. Our lips centimeters away from each other. I can feel his warm breath. I put both my hands in his chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat synchronizing with mine.

"I also want a drink, sir." I murmured hoarsely. Looking away from his lips I looked straight to his eyes.

"Unfortunately, none's left, love." He whispered back. His voice laced with lust. I pouted. He broke his gaze away from my eyes and regarded my pouting lips.