Mr stranger

'You asked, How would it feel to experience this stranger’s touch, you see right here? This is the chance.' Flora, Angela's mind resident, suggested. This causes the red-hair to get almost apologetic for pushing the fellow a distance away, just after his offer.

Still, a stolen glimpse of his present demeanor has Angela aspiring more than a day with him.

He's being vanilla-flavored, tucking her hair right back in place. Such a lovely gesture. Perhaps there's hope for him to date me. Dreamy Angela visualized.

But, remembering the oddity of his proposal, Angela quickly nudges herself to articulate less into this new tenderness the stranger switched to. No, I mustn't create illusions that could turn out to be but a mirage. He couldn't have asked me to become his slave, only to swap into the stance of an observant lover. Angela thought.

Flora, however, contemplates. Angie, although his shirt, if with a tag, reads of night's passion alone. Still, reconsider this though; the male is a fine specimen, and… he offers long hours of bliss. Please don't allow us to die as virgins.''

Flora, technically, it’s virgin as in singular noun. You and I are one and the same. Nevertheless, we don't even know of his character or real intents. But, say I give this a thought, will you run off until I finish licking the wounds from this adventure's aftermath?

Angie, I have never ran off on you. “Really? Then what about that period? Dave rejected us because we were yet to gain admission.” “Fine, but that was just once.”

“And, how about when Alec dumped us because I refused to kiss him, and… only asked, he waited until we finished school?”

“Girl, please don't twist the knife. That one was a cute hot pie. Nevertheless, … and if it helps, I was also numb from watching you cry, even if I was silent.”

“Good, that's understandable enough.”

“Great. So, about the stranger, we're getting hooked tonight, right? Just for today's sake, please?”

Angela's inner self hints, further, seeking to produce an excuse to take the offer. Angela would have given into such reasons. However, there exists a complication. That her hymen is still intact is the rationale that made it difficult to hand it out to the charming stranger.

A one-night stand with the man of our dreams, Angela. Agree already. Look at him, isn't he yummy? He's much better than the Alec you developed a sweet tooth for, licking cans after canisters of ice cream. Fine, I accept. Angela wished to express this to Flora.

To say yes? But to what? The fellow might be too intoxicated to remember my face when next we meet. Angela, however, reasoned.

He's a potent male, think about the possibility of being gifted with such genetics.

No Flora, I can't risk it. I have been keeping myself for the person who will marry me in the future.

Angela anew tried to explain things to her thought-train. But just when she was winning the ongoing battle between her needs and those of Flora, Rex had his right hand stretching to wipe away the tear stains on her cheeks.

See? He appears to be attentive as well. If you accept to be his tonight, who knows what other nights might produce? Just maybe you could convince him to be ours, especially with the gift you shall bring to his table.

“My inexperience? How can the lack of it be considered valuable?”

“See it as a clean slate, it's all in the act of learning.” Angela's senses again tries to reason with her, but this time, though, making a helluva point. Perhaps he might like me if he discovered I had been a virgin before our meeting. Angela shrugged, giving in to her body's chemistry.

She didn't come to this club to get hooked by a man, but this pull is just too much for her naive self. And so she stepped back into his circle, his warm hands embracing her in a tender hug.

“Let's get out of here.” He whispered in her ears, softly pouring out the words, unmasking his emotions for her to perceive what the night might bring once they got to his place. Angela reciprocates, affirming her interest, by nodding her head shyly. But wait a minute. Concerned, Angela remembered her roommates'. “They would be okay without you for a night. But it never hurts to check up on them. Perhaps they might be interested in taking my plate number into account.” Rex suggested, already relating to her worries.

With his arms gripping securely to her waist, he guides her toward the hall’s exit. Angela followed him like a puppet toward what would become his slaughter room, to have him do the things she's been craving ever since meeting him.

Outside the convenience, the crowd looked lively. Party members were either dancing, drinking or interacting with the companions they were with. The DJ is projecting a new song; although its lyrics and pulse sounded unfamiliar, the people were, however, immersed with it, shaking and waving their hands as they danced to the music's beat.

Angela could feel her feet's less wobbly, in contrast to her early intoxicated state. Which is why she could locate their table amidst the crowded hall.

A glance at their booth reveals her roommates seated like good girls. Now, that would be a first. They're always extroverted when outdoors. Anyway, Rex held her waist as if afraid she would trip and fall. Approaching the people, they either moved or staggered out of their path as they walked to join Angela's booth. It almost looked like walking with the devil's son and with Angela following like a puppet.

“She is 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 startled her, tells her that this adventure is for real and about happening.

At first glance, Maya and Amelia seemed smitten by Rex's charisma. They're spotting those quixotic eyes and, like Angela, head nodding and agreeing to what he's telling them. 'What is it about this man who has myself and acquaintances behaving like teenagers?' Angela panicked. Seeing as how he didn't ask but stated his wish, they were already walking toward the club's exit, away from her companions, and to the unknown.

A quick glance and hopeful plea back at where her roommates sat, Angela saw they were still drooling after her midnight companion.

Stupid friends of mine. If I lacked the courage to get out of his web, shouldn't anyone of them resist his charm? I intend to give them an earful lecture come morning. But that's if I survive a night of passion from what his chemistry offers, Angela inwardly thought.

Just like before, Rex's voice startles her back to the present.

“Aaron, turn the car around and prepare to take me to my city house.” He spoke to his chauffeur through a mobile device.

Within the minute of stepping outside, a car painted in midnight blue color parked before them.

The man is not only a charmer but also drove a ride that themed with the night.

Still, that was quick. Again, who is this man that freaking things happen without him investing much of an effort?

Angela wished she knew about cars, but then, its appearance alone gives the chilling feeling of it being too expensive.

In the car, with their hands entwined and head resting on his chest, the reality of Angela's decision comes back to nag at her. She was going home with a total stranger to have her hymen broken. The same pride she's spent years guiding.