Genisimile

Jean’s one-night stand turned to be the most incredible night of sex she ever had in her life. She wanted it, it happened and not turned to be a disaster. The man she slept with was none other than the son of renowned hotelier Mr. Nichloas. “So, are not we going to exchange numbers?” He asked getting off the bed.
“What you thought me, a whore?” I said. 
“ I thought you like me, might want to see me again.” 
“Just a one-night pleasure. Now you go home and I will go mine’s.” I said throwing off the blanket on him and went inside the bathroom and he followed me there after a while. 
“Pull this clasp off my dress,” I told while looking him in the mirror, trying to save a smallest memory of him. 
He began to slowly pull it up and whispered in my ear, “I am not a whore either whom you will enjoy as per wishes. I want this again one day.” 
“What do you mean?” I said and wanted to turn to face him but he took a strong hold of my waist. I was unable to move and just looked at him in the mirror. He began licking my bare shoulder with his eyes closed and his hand was rising until it halted in my soft space. I could not resist or stop it. I discovered then; it was my sensitive spot.
“Tell me you don’t like this touch again.” He spoke when he cupped my breast over the fabric. “Tell me you want this again.” He said and moved his other hand down from behind and between my thighs. 
“Stop it.” I turned and pushed him to a wall. How I mustered up this courage to push him backward when I really, reluctantly wanted whatever he was doing now.

Tempted Love Of The Billionaire

Kelsey searched and found me in the kitchen after everything was over. She was surprised after my sudden disappearance and told me I needed to rush down to the hall coz my bossy boss was fuming. 


"Nothing much. I felt nauseated and so I came here." 


"Nauseated????" She awe suspecting me. 


"Five minutes back, you were just so enjoying, smiling, snickering and now you are nauseated?" She said crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. 


I started biting my hands and nails which is a common phenomenon when I get worried over something or feel drastically disorganized. Kelsey before me was able to grasp something bizarre and she erupted with something unusual. 


"God Damn you!  sex yesterday night…. doesn't make me pregnant instantly."


"Oh sorry! So why you are here? You must be down." She dragged me out but I prevented her. 


"I need to go home. Tell Mr. Kneedy that I am ill and returning home. Can you go that for me?" 


"Good, make up any excuse, I am going and please do not forget to pick up my bag from the lockup. You know I can't go there." 


"If you only tell why you are running?" Kelsey was desperate to know and I was very much confused what to say her. After all, we hardly had any secret.


Before booking a cab, I went to the storage room and picked up his jacket which I kept there. It was so fancy and expensive that I couldn't just keep it there. But escaping from there became difficult as Mr Kneedy was loitering around. 


He never rests. The only way to escape from his catch, I wore the jacket so that he couldn't recognize me properly.


Since the back door was locked and in the front gate Mr Kneedy's hawking eyes were set on me, the only option left was to choose the unidirectional way to hotel insight. 


I did so and easily escaped from his eyesight but only the half way I met the trance. He was approaching, talking to someone on the phone and I was standing at a distance, frozen and lost. 


"Shall I shake my hand or I should run?... But, nonetheless, in a few days, he will discover me after all I work here."


Myriads of thoughts struck me down there until I regain consciousness. "How could I forget he is stepping here?"  I turned back and fastened my steps and again halfway, I saw Mr Kneedy. 


"Reckless situation…..when a problem arrives, it arrives from every direction." 


Meanwhile, I checked into a room that was suitable enough to hide for a while. But who knows destiny plays with us? 


While I was behind the door, my boss Kneedy and he were talking. With their talks, I could guess he was about to enter this room and so I barged inside the bed. 


"Pathetic!" My head hurt a little as I hurriedly entered inside it. The door opened and Mr Avann entered. Momentarily I prayed that I should not be caught. 


He walked in simply and sat in the bed. His phone rang and he picked. 


"No." A reply came, "There is no girl named Mystic in the club." 


He, "Her name is Mystic, check it clearly. Ask the club owners for IDs and all."


"We did and still no result." The reply came. 


"Have you looked at traffic cameras?" He asked. 


"We are on the way for it. Two, or three days and we will get the report." 


"Once you get it, stick it to me." He told and ended. 


My mind was filled with devastation and depression. "Why is he looking for me?" I didn't steal anything, did not ask for money, or did not harm him in any way. I remembered he said, "I want it one day." 


My legs shook in manner and my hands began to tremble. While still lying beneath the bed, I could only think of the worst possible fear, "What if he finds me?"


Chapter 8