Will you look at that. Was what I thought when I first saw him.
Even then, I felt a strange attraction and revulsion towards him at the same time. I have to admit, he’s someone with a presence that would make you look twice if you happen to miss him. And in my case, I can’t seem to stop staring at him.
That suit looks totally hot on him. I wonder how much money he spent on that as I scanned him from head to toe and back up. It was definitely tailored fit and not just one that can be bought from a mall. It fits his body perfectly. Physically, Damien Charles is in pretty good shape. He is tall with lightly tanned skin, brown hair and brown eyes. He seemed pretty out of place standing in that huge parking lot.
That face looks like it belonged to a front cover of a magazine. Even just looking at him is too much. I averted my gaze just as he turned to look towards us. I squinted my eyes as the sunlight glinted off his watch.
And that watch that he’s wearing is basically sparkling. I may not know anything about watches, but that watch definitely looks like money. I’ll bet it’s almost the same price of the luxury car beside him.
Even from far away, I can smell the money on him. And the arrogance that comes with it.
Maybe because he was an older man. Almost twice my age.
Just a few days ago, we were total strangers.
But how? I pondered as I moaned when the waves of pleasure hit me. I grabbed the couch as the tremors racked my body. My leg, that was slung across his shoulder, went limp as I breathed heavily.
How did we end up here, with him burying his face in between my legs? I stole a glance at him only to find his eyes never wandering off my face. And even more so, he looks like he’s savoring the taste.
I can think of so many reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this.
Of all people, at least not with him.
First of all, I’m not a gold digger. I tell myself as he rubbed a hand across his mouth. Looking like a wild animal that has gotten a taste of his prey.
Second. He’s a married man. I keep telling myself as he grabbed my waist, lying me face down underneath him. With every touch, I could feel my knees growing weak.
And finally, he’s the same man having an affair with my best friend. I tried to focus but I’m finding it hard to think straight as his hands went where his mouth used to be.
“So, how much will it be?” His low voice came just beside my ear, my whole body heating up from it. “How much for this?”
So how did I end up here, negotiating the price of my virginity?
And what’s more.
Why am I wondering how much he’d pay?
