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Y/N's POV
You lay on the bed alone thinking over your emotions and his words.
Yes, you were aroused but at the same time you felt a bit ashamed that such words could get you aroused like that. You couldn't stop thinking about all the ways he was going to destroy you, from the way he stretched as he walked away you can tell he wasn't going to go easy on you, the way the veins had appeared on his arms as he removed his shirt earlier...
You shut your eyes and whimper to yourself. You couldn't go through with this with that kind of mindset.
You wanted to be here, in this room with this man. There was nothing to be ashamed of, you two weren't dating or anything so it was just sex, no matter what had occurred earlier this night, the flowers, the dinner, none of that meant anything to this man and deep down you knew that.
You had to live in the moment and ignore how your heart flutters whenever he looks at you, or when you hear him laugh, or even when he does something as simple as call you 'baby' or takes your hand.
Your were his baby tonight, tomorrow night someone else was going to be his baby and that was how this man worked, you just had to remember that.
You sit up on the bed and look around his room, just like the rest of the suite that you had a quick glimpse of there was nothing in this room that showed warmth. There were no pictures of him or anything that looked personal, just paintings that looked awfully expensive, paintings...mostly of women.
The curtains were drawn over the large window showing the city view, near the bathroom was what looked like his dressing and from where you were sitting you could notice a bunch of different leather belts hanging perfectly behind a little glass door.
You look down at your thigh and gently rub the smooth skin which had turned red remembering his actions from earlier, he was really going to use that belt on you if you hadn't reacted but what had stopped him?
You turn to look at the night table near the bed. There wasn't anything on it except for a bottle of champagne and two empty champagne flutes.
You get up and decide to pour yourself some to ease your nerves. The sound of water running in the bathroom makes you look over your shoulder at the open bathroom door, you gulp down your champagne, nervously.
He was naked in that bathroom, he was under the shower, naked, not far from you.
You shake your head and decide to walk around a bit. You walk into his dressing and almost choke on your champagne when you notice how large it is. Your entire room could fit in it.
You glance around at all the clothes surrounding you and raise your eyebrows, from the way he dresses you can tell he likes taking care of his looks a lot. He has so much see through shirts you can't help but wonder if he actually likes being half naked most of the time.
