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  “This is my girlfriend, Maelis.” She points at her companion. Well, she’s nice, but not just quite as nice as Keira. I like her name.

  “Girlfriend?” I raise an eyebrow and smirk at her with a kinky thought striking my head. I see where this is going. And as far as I’m concerned, it’s going so far so good.

  “Um, I didn’t mean it like that.” She chuckles. “Hmm, she’s my friend, who happens to be a girl.” She seems so distracted and startled and somehow manages to conceal that with a huge sip from her drink.

  “Well, that makes much more sense.” I nod, firmly.

  She shrugs and takes the final gulp form the glass. She doesn’t look in her zone. She seems discomforted. Well, I don’t want her to feel like that. I know she could be taken the most out of only if she goes along to get along.

  “Were you ever gonna stop?” she brings me from my contemplation in regards to her and this time I am the one trying to tidy up my thoughts. Soon, after I seem to have sorted it out, I push forth a smile and make an explanation for myself before I buy her another drink.

  “Do I look like a person who stops reaching what they want?” I smile and got her distracted again.

  “Um,” she mumbles and seems insecure. There’s something about her insecurity that makes this girl really fuckable. I’m determined to cross the line with this girl, put her over the edge until she begs me to shove my dick inside her and give her the fuck of her life. “I wouldn’t know that.”

  “Would you like to know?” I smile, playfully.

  “Hmm, let me see.” She squints and taps her bottom lip with her index finger. There’s just something about those lips that might make a mess into my underwear. My cock throbs achingly. “You know what? Let’s just leave it to mystery.”

  “How about that?” Some naughty thought seems to have popped up. “If I buy you another drink, you’ll dicker to let me know you a little better?” and by know I mean fuck, but I think she’ll get it.

  Keira looks discontented at her empty glass and then hoists her eyes to meet mine with a ponderously buzzing scoff. “You’re such a sneaky, aren’t you?”

  I smile. You bet your ass I am!

  “But, I don’t know.” She tells me after a couple seconds. “I’ve already had too many. And I’m sorta getting bleary.”

  “Well, that’s the very first you’ve got from me.” To be honest, she really looks like she’s losing it. But I don’t know why, but I’m kinda enjoying this game. Some kind of magnetizing aureole around her wrangles riveting prospectus. It really doesn’t take long for me to drag a girl into my bed. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that much different with this one, through there’s something about her. Girls would do anything to have a power trip with me. Really, it’s so easy for me to get pussy. But her nonchalant dizziness makes her kinda lustful to me. I like the fact she doesn’t recognize me. Well, actually I try to keep my figure really away from the press. But sometimes it’s hard to stop the motherfuckers from posting silly cock-and-bull stories just for clickbait or to get another buyer impressed. A player, a charmer, lover-boy, rake, roué. Really, they’re posting all sorts of crap about me just to prevent their franchises from going on the ropes. “The hot billionaire spotted seducing the caterer girl. Is this chick Cason’s new girlfriend? We feel a steamy romance growing.” A lot of these titles take place now and then into the covers of the magazines. And the best part of it is that all the girls getting that sort of attention happen to be just random chicks that walk aimlessly on the streets. But it’s not all lies, I have to give them that. I do like to grab a nice pussy and hit them and run. And that’s kinda regular. But anyway, it’s none of the press’s business. I do what I want with my life. I’m gross rich and I like to spend my money how I like.

  “That’s true.” She squints.

  “So, your glass is empty and desperate for a refill.” I push forth a smirk.

  “Okay, then.” She surrenders. In her voice, I can feel the intoxication and probably I’m pushing it too far. Usually I wouldn’t care if it were for another girl. And I don’t know why she is having that kind of effect upon me.

  We keep on having silly chit-chat, until I realize it’s the I’ve-lost-counts-to-care drink that I’m buying her. She feels really, really dizzy, I can tell. And now it’s probably the time I get her home. At first, she’s just mumbling senseless words, fueled by the many drinks she’s had, but it’s her girlfriend that keeps pushing her on to have a fun night and get on the car with me.

  Some girlfriend, I might say. But anyway, it’s not that she’s stirring me so much trouble. Actually, she’s kinda helping me. So, I’m not gonna complain.

  “Okay,” she says and barely can keep her equilibrium. I wish it were me causing that effect, but nope! It’s the methanol. “But only if you promise something.”

  “Anything for you.” I say.

  “You’re gonna behave yourself.”

  Yeah, right! What kind of girl joins a guy home and expects them to keep it in their pants? (Well, probably a hopped-up one.) I push off this pestering thought.

  During all the way home, our ride basically goes like this: her mumbling silly words and supporting her head on my shoulder and probably drowsing a little, and me feeling so stupid for bringing a drunk girl home.

  Comforting a girl to sleep is not the definition of what I do with a girl at the back of my car. But somehow this girl has got me, like embraced. And I do always try to get from the girls just what I’m after to, no strings attached. But it’s hard to when a honeybunch like Keira hops in my car and uses me as a comforter.

  That’s not how I would describe myself anyway. But what startles me the most is the fact that I’m actually getting along with it. I’m letting this girl set the rules (as silly and naïve as they are) when it should have been me getting what I want from this girl. And let’s be honest, all that I want is a power trip. Nothing more, nothing less.

  When my driver pulls the car over the driveway, I realize that this girl is actually snoring a little; like the eupnea of a baby from across my shoulder, and I need to wake her up.

  “Hey,” I say and stretch my neck across so I can meet her face. “Keira, we’re here.”

  “Already?” she tells me after adjusting her eyes to the ambience.

  I help her get out the car and together we waddle over the lawn and into the mansion. The house is all enlightened and I hope that will do to drag her off the dizziness.

  “Is this where you live?” she looks around, astonished. Well, that’s what they all do.

  I just nod in response. Usually, I’d be smirking now, but this happens kinda every day and I’m used to it, if not bored.

  “You didn’t tell me you lived in a fairytale castle.” She keeps up poring over the house.

  I knew she had no clue who I was.

  That’s fine with me anyway.

  “I would’ve never believed that the first night out after a whole tiresome series of studying and assignments, I get to spend the night to a luxurious mansion. I’d never get out of the house, if I lived in a place like this.”

  I correlate her talking to some other gabbing she’d done during the ride regarding how her girlfriend had dragged her along this night out after too many attempts and had finally managed to tag Keira along and off some assignments she kept telling it was too important for her graduation.

  “So, what would a beautiful girl like you like to drink in a night like this?” I ask, wanting to create a familiar environment for her.

  “I don’t think I could handle anymore drinking for the day. I think I call it a night.”

  “But the night has not yet started.” I push closer gently and gawk at her lips. Boy, she’s so pretty. If I were my true self right now, I would fuck her right this moment so hard here on the floor without giving it much of a thought.

  Out lips tangle. She tastes like all the various drinks she’d had prior. I’m so close to her and feel my erection squeezing against her waist. I glid
e my fingers mildly along her spine and pull off her bra. My cock is throbbing achingly and I cannot wait to be inside her.

  “Mm-mm-mm.” She pulls off. “I. Need. To. Pee.”

  And that has got to be the best moment for her to draw away!

  But, who could blame her? She’s had way too many drinks for the day.

  “Um, that way.” I point with my finger. “To the right. The second room in the corner.”

  She’s a little bleary to follow my instruction, but after a moment she carries herself along.

  I pour deluxe champagne on the glasses while she’s taking her time on my bathroom. Two beautiful glasses filled with amber tinctured liquid, bubbles spuming up to the top. Now let me get this straight. Do I know that she’s had enough methanol in her body for the day? I do. Then, you might be wondering, why keep persisting she spills more? That’s where you’re wrong. This glass of champagne isn’t for her to spill on. I’ve got other plans to do with it in the mind.

  I don’t know what’s taking her so long, but she’s kinda vanquishing all the carnal suspense created a while ago. Some kinky thought strikes me to go over there and fuck her right over the counter on my bathroom, but somehow, I want to give her some privacy. Don’t be fooled, empathizing random girls I bring home is not what I usually do, but this girl has got me carried away. And to think that it’s just a random girl who I won’t come across to ever after this night!

  You see what she’s doing? I’m contemplating, instead of tangling with other more riveting things. She didn’t tag along to make me ponder of…stuff. But does she care anyway? (She doesn’t!)

  I’m all pumped up when she makes an appearance out of the bathroom and into the lounge. But all this excitement fades away as soon as I realize she’s not even able to barely hold herself. I can’t put up with my stupid thought to set my agenda aside and behave myself. Does that sound like me at all? I don’t even feel like answering this question.

  “So, I see your buddy down there is all quailing at what’s about to happen next.”

  “And what is about to happen next?” I raise an eyebrow and realize that she’s not her true self right now. I mean, I’ve only been knowing her for like a couple hours, but I can tell how her behavior has changed drastically every few minutes. That points she’s intoxicatedly fucked.

  Keira grabs the glass off of my hand and takes it all down in one single gulp. I howl in a jiggered way. She tries to give the glass back and is so dizzy, she can barely control her equilibrium. The glass quivers as she sets it on my hand and I manage to keep it from falling with a rapid pitch.

  She heels her head over and giggles. “Aren’t you gonna ram your hard, beautiful cock into my pussy right now?”

  “What?” I snarl surprised and can’t believe myself. I’m taking down such an offer.

  “That’s what you were trying to do all along, isn’t it? Well, I’m here now and ready for it. So, make it fast.”

  What kind of girl talks like this? I was trying to make out a shred of her fiber by this not so bias statement.

  She’s trying to take my jeans off, but is so dizzy she can’t actually manage to put the zipper down and trot my dick out. I’m still hard by the way, but not sure for how long, since her drunk behavior is a major turn off.

  For the next couple seconds, I run into my options. I can get this girl fucked raw and feel stupid the next day for doing it, or I can just, you know, not take up with my plans.

  I can’t even believe I’m about to do this. Usually, I would bring a girl home to fuck them hard and have them give me what I want, and not to tuck them in to sleep. But I’d feel bad if I clobbered this one. Don’t know why though.

  I head over to the next room to find my household and have her help me over on what I should have an inebriated person take in order for them to tranquilize. I come back with a huge glass of Kabusecha on one hand, and a glass of cold water on the other.

  I find her stripping her clothes off and throwing them all around my bedroom. When she perceives my presence in the room, she turns around with a naughty smile and seems ready to roll her underwear down. I can see her beautiful, enormous boobs breaking loose as she’s about to show me what she’s got underneath her crimson sexy thong.

  “You can hit me now. I’m all ready.” She tells me, while her underwear falls wickedly on the floor.

  “You’re obviously not taking control of yourself. I know the drink is talking, not you. That’s why I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.” Even though, boy do I want to!

  “You’re not taking advantage of me. I’m making myself available to you.” She tells and approaches to unzip my jeans and brings herself down on her knees. I feel so bad for allowing her to do that, but obviously, I’m letting my dick control me right now. And all my dick wants is to be entangled about her beautiful, cherry lips. She places her mouth on the bulge, after rolling my jeans down to the level of the ankles, and keeps rubbing with her lips over the fabric. My prick keeps growing larger and larger any moment. After that, she slowly rolls my boxers down to burst my harder than ever cock out.

  In a shrill, I gather control of myself and realize how wrong this is. In no way would this girl have allowed herself to do this if she were on her right mind right now. Don’t get me wrong. I can be very persuasive and would’ve let the girl want to do this and more, but given the circumstances, with her being all dizzy and drowsy, I mean, it just doesn’t feel right. If it were another girl, I would’ve fucked her mouth raw right her.

  I grab her by the shoulders with both my hands and hoist her up before she goes any further.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks. “I thought you liked this.”

  “I do.” I convince her. “But not when it’s like this.”

  “Like this, how?”

  It would be just pointless to have this conversation with her right now, since come morning she would forget all about it.

  “Just have this tea I brought here for you. And then let’s see.” And I know that then she would just serenely fall asleep and all this fuss will be done for.

  “I don’t want your tea. I want your dick on my mouth.” She persists.

  Man, the sound of this is just so indulging.

  But, nope! I should restrain myself. I manage to bring her on my bed, although it’s so hard to just put a naked (smoking hot) girl to bed and leave it at that. The next couple of minutes, I’m trying to get her to drink on the tea I came with, and make sure she falls asleep safe and sound. And I’m not recognizing who I am anymore.

  CHAPTER THREE

  {Keira}

  For these last few hours, all I’ve been doing is go through everything my mind has managed to capture along off the bizarre events I found myself into this morning. However I try to take it, this still doesn’t add up. I’m not the person to go cray-cray about drinking and having one night stands with random strangers. Even though my friend keeps telling me it was just some innocent spur that I followed through, I still can’t put up with it.

  Innocent, she says. Yeah, right!

  For all I know, I would never celebrate rumbustiously on a festive day, let alone a random one. There was nothing for me to celebrate about, with drinking and getting on the car with strangers, since I was in the middle of a barrier that had captured my mind all the way through and I couldn’t get rid of. I was almost at the end of my studying and had only one assignment left which basically designated my entire future. And I had to get that right. But my friend kept telling that’s exactly why I had to pull a plug to it temporarily and have a girls night out at a random nightclub.

  I invited my friend over for comfort, but all she’s done till now is making this story more pixilated and senseless than it was prior.

  “I don’t get what’s with all the stress? It was fun. You got out of your own way for once and had fun.” I don’t think that was the correct choice of words, but Maelis keeps track just a moment later, considering the hesitation on her face and the pause that sugges
ted she was trying to sort out the next conglomeration of words on her mind. “And he was hot by the way. You cannot deny it.”

  “I didn’t notice.” I shrug and sway my shoulders afterwards. It’s so obvious I’m trying to keep something with a lid on.

  “You cannot fool me with that look.” She looks at me as if she’s caught me with the cookie jar. The kind of look that makes me feel sinful even though I don’t precisely know why. “So, tell me. How was him?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You know exactly what I mean.”

  “I wouldn’t happen to know. Nothing happened.” I shrug, remembering his enormous cock in the morning, and blink twice, and regret it a second later. She knows what this means.

  “I got you right there.” She points at my eyes. “So, tell me the glorious details.”

  “Ahh, okay. I don’t remember a thing.” I make an excuse for it. “But the morning juxtaposition pointed that a lot of naughty things must’ve happened.”

  “You go, girl. I knew you’d polish it off.”

  “I’m not sure,” I twirl the mug of tea she made for me with both hands on the table, waiting for it to cool off. “Anyway, wish I would feel as joyous as you about it.”

  “You’re overthinking it. Just keep it casual. You got what you wanted and you’re done with him. It’s that simple.”

  I get hold of the cup handle and take a sip, trying to pull down with the tea my sudden implosion that had captured all my world and has got me pondering thoroughly and regretting my actions. I’m the one to always be in control of myself, and I never do things that I’m gonna regret later. And yet, here I am, proving wrong to my own statement.

  On the one hand, it is safe to say I could just let go of it and proceed with my own life, forget that I ever woke up nakedly in the room of a loaded man, and get on with the randomness that is my life. On the other hand, thing is, I just can’t get that image out of my face. He was pretty, I’ll give him that, sienna eyes, dark hair cut short on the sides and long on the top, and not to mention his buddy down there. Well, let’s just say he was well-endowed. And gross rich. How am I to get that man out of my head?