One Fortunate Mistake [ Bruno Mars ]

Chapter One

Chapter One
First Never Last

"Do you drink?" Bruno asks lifting a bottle of wine.

We're inside his van, and It's just the two of us and I don't know how to react. I think one wrong move can tick him off. I don't want to give him a bad impression.

"I do, occasionally," I cleared my throat.

I'm not really a drinker my alcohol tolerance is really low, plus my parents only let me every new years eve. They call It social drinking wherein one glass of wine gets me really drunk.

He pops the bottle.

"A glass?" He flashed me a smile and his deep dimples made an appearance.

"Thank you," I genuinely say getting the glass. He filled my cup to half.

"Where are you from really? I mean you don't look like-" He stops mid way.

And I snorted. "I get that a lot. I know. I'm half black. But I lived here ever since," I explain taking another sip on my glass.

"Easy on that," He laughs softly eyeing my glass.

His hand started to roam around my back moving upward motion sending me chills.

"Say, that's why you look different-" he stops midway again, because I gave him a look. "Different because you're the most gorgeous out there," he whispers but I know that's just how guys approach on their prey.

"Really..." I deliberated, before batting my lashes flirtatiously.

I placed my hand on his lap, with full of confidence. I'm out of my mind.

"Are you teasing me?" I felt his ragged breath on my neck. My body starts to heat up.

I'm a virgin, but being a virgin doesn't stop the mind from having impure thoughts. I have dirty thoughts too and I fantasize about Bruno. A lot.

"Maybe," I timidly reply.

He snakes his arms around my shoulders, and moves down to trace my curves. Then It moves up to reach chest. I look up at him giving him a strange look.

"Enjoying yourself?" He whispers, flashing his teeth again.

His hand continues making out with my chest. Now I just want to get out of this dress because I'm burning.

He takes my hand and guide me further to something. "See what you just did," his bulge poking.
His other hand cups my chest some more. I close my eyes to the sensation. "Don't moan." He warns.

What in the world don't moan?! My mind disrupts. I let him touch me but I can't moan? I open my mouth but forgot what I was about to say. I took my hand away and lean backward.

"Open your legs for me." He whispers.

I didn't. I'm pissed.

"We're not the only ones in the car," I complain. He rose up to switch the lights off.

"There. Are we good now sweet heart?" He whispers again giving me a kiss on the neck nibbling on It. "Now open your legs for daddy."