Mr. stranger

You sought, how would it feel to experience this stranger’s touch, see, right here? This is the chance, Angela's mind resident suggested. This causes her to reflect on pushing Rex just after his offer.

Still, his present demeanor had her aspiring more than a midnight with the male. Indeed, he's being vanilla-flavored, tucking her hair in place. Such a lovely gesture. She read men would often do that to a girl's fur only if they liked the lady. Could it be that he cared?

But, remembering the oddity of his proposal, she nudged herself not to articulate any meaning to the new tenderness he showed.

No, I mustn't create illusions that could develop into a mirage. He couldn't have asked me to become his pet, only to swap into the role of an observant lover. Flora, however, contemplated the opposite.

Angie, although his shirt reads; One night of passion only. Please look past that, reconsider, and don't allow us to die as virgins.

Say, I give this a thought, won't you race off to reappear when I'm done licking the wounds of this adventure?

Have I ever run off on you?

Excuse me, but what about that period with Dave?

Fine, still, that was a one-time event.

And how about when Alec dumped us because I refused to kiss him and… only asked him to wait until we finished high school?

Please, don't twist the silver. Although a jackass, he was one hot pie. And, if it helps, just know I was also numb from experiencing you cry, even if I was silent.

Good, that's relatable enough.

Great. So, about the stranger, we're getting hooked tonight, right? Her inner self pleaded. She would have given in to such reasons. However, there was a complication. Her hymen was still intact, and that became the difficult rationale restraining her from handing it out to a midnight bliss.

A one-night stand with the man of our dreams, Angela. Agree already.

But we're just meeting him.

At least we recognize he's attracted to us as well. Oh, look at him, isn't he yummy?

Flora quit dreaming.

He's much better than the Alec you developed a sweet tooth for, licking cans after canisters of ice cream.

Still, won't he be too intoxicated to remember my face when we next meet?

No one will forget a face like ours, but check this out. He appears every inch a potent male. Think about the possibility of being gifted with such genetics.

Flora, you act absurdly sometimes. How can you consider getting pregnant with a man we know little about?

Alright, that was out of line, but please, don't deny tonight from happening.

I can't risk it. I have been keeping myself for the person who will marry me.

She anew sought reasons, and while about to win with the logic against the desire of going home with the male, Rex stretched out his hand. He used it to wipe the tear stains on her cheek.

See? He's attentive as well. If you agree to be with him tonight, who can assert what other nights might produce? A peek at your v-card, and perhaps he could be convinced to become our boyfriend.

My inexperience? How can the lack of my inadequacy be of value?

Well, look at it as a clean slate.

She didn't come to the club to get hooked by a man, yet her desire not only felt horny, but Flora also has negotiating skills on how to convince her morals. Biting down on her lower lip, she stepped into his embrace and whispered,

“Take me home, please.”

“Let's get out of here.” He responded, pouring the words, as if unmasking his emotions, and for her to perceive what the midnight might bring once they got to his place. Unable to speak except for nodding her head, her eyes sparked when she remembered her friends.

“You would be okay without them tonight. But let's go find them. Perhaps they would wish to take my plate number into account.”

Well, how fast of him to have read her worries. With his arms gripping her waistline, he guided her toward the convenience exit.

Inside the club, the crowd looked lively. People were dancing, drinking, or interacting with their companions. The DJ was projecting a new song; although its lyrics and pulse sounded unfamiliar, the characters were, however, immersed in it, shaking and waving their hands as they danced to the music's beat. She could tell her feet felt less wobbly, in contrast to her early intoxicated state. Which was why she could locate their table amidst the crowded space. A glimpse at their booth reveals her roommates seated like good girls. Now, that would be a first. They were always extroverted when partying. Anyway, Rex held her midriff as if afraid she would trip and fall. Approaching the people, they either moved or staggered out of their path. It almost appeared like strolling with the devil's son, and with her following its magnet.

“She's with me for the night.” Angela jerked up as soon as she heard that voice. She had been in a haze, imagining the scenes waiting to be experienced once they arrived at the stranger's home. His rich ascent, which just astounded her, tells her that this adventure was for real and about to happen. At an initial glance, Maya and Amelia appeared smitten by his effortless charisma. They're spotting those quixotic eyes and, like Angela, had their heads nodding and agreeing to what he had told them.

Whatever was it about this fellow who has me and my acquaintances behaving like teenagers? she reflected.

Well, seeing as how he didn't ask but stated his wish, they were already striding toward the club's exit, away from her companions.

A swift glance and hopeful plea back to where her roommates sat, she saw them still drooling after her midnight companion.

Stupid friends of mine. If I lacked the courage to get out of his web, shouldn't any of them resist the charm? I intend to give them an earful later today, she reasoned.

But just like before, his voice startled her back to the present.

“Aaron, turn the jeep around and prepare to take me to my city house.”

He spoke to his chauffeur through a mobile device. Within a minute of stepping outside, a Jeep in midnight blue paint parked before them. That was fast, and the car also arrived splashed as if ready to blend with the night. How expressive.

At that instant, Angela wished she knew about cars. Still, its appearance alone gave the chilling feeling of how expensive its purchase must've amounted.

Again, but right after their ride took off? Even with their hands entwined and her head resting on his chest? Well, her decision came back with reality to nag at her.

It was then she realized that indeed? She was going home with a total but alluring stranger, to have her hymen broken, over a night of passion. The same pride she's spent years guiding.