For the first time

His room was a stark contrast to my own, ten times better, a testament to his privileged life. The bed was a king-size, draped in luxurious linens, and everything, from the furniture to the artwork, exuded an air of opulence.

"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded, my voice laced with anger as I hurled the WiFi router at him.

He caught it with a flick of his wrist, his movements fluid and effortless. "Hey, don't throw it like that," he said, his voice laced with a playful reprimand. "Do you know how much it costs?" He placed the router on the table beside his bed, his gaze fixed on me.

"I broke your WiFi, and I got you a new one," he said, his words a nonchalant statement. "That's the meaning."

"You know I can take anything but not being mocked," I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I don't need your WiFi. You can trash it for all I care."

"It's just a gift," he said, his tone dismissive. "I didn't intend to mock you. You're supposed to be grateful."

The word "grateful" sent a fresh wave of anger coursing through me. "Grateful you say?" I asked, my voice rising. I pulled out the note that had come with the delivery, the one that had initially sparked a glimmer of hope in my heart. I read it out loud, my voice dripping with sarcasm. " 'This is a real WiFi.' I should be grateful for that?"

"F*ck you," I said, my voice tight with frustration. I turned to leave, my anger burning hotter than ever.

"Okay, I am sorry. I didn't mean to mock you," he said, his voice sincere, a genuine apology finally breaking through his facade. "I'll just fix your old one for you," he offered.

"Yeah, do that," I replied, stopping myself from turning to leave. The apology, though unexpected, had a surprising effect on me.

"Okay, at least sit down. Let me get you something to drink. You must be exhausted from all that anger," he said, his tone playfully teasing.

"Apology accepted, but I have to leave for work now," I said, trying to maintain my composure.

Instead of letting me go, he slowly walked towards me, revealing his defined physique in his fitted joggers. He placed his hands around my neck, pulling me close, hugging me from behind.

"I meant it when I said I was sorry," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "You know, I haven't apologized to anyone before."

"I forgive you," I replied, my voice barely a whisper, my breath catching in my throat. The butterfly knot in my stomach tightened with every beat of my heart. It was as if I was in another world, his body pressed against mine, a dream come true. But I tried to hide how I felt, pushing the feelings down. "I need to get to work," I repeated.

But instead of letting me go, he turned me around, his eyes locking with mine, a glint of something dangerous and exciting in their depths. "Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, his voice low, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "I know you like this."

"What was that?" I thought, suddenly coming back to my senses. "F*ck off," I pushed him away, my voice laced with anger. "Stop messing with me."

"Yo, calm down," he said, his laughter echoing through the room. "I was just teasing you. I swear, you take things too seriously."

But then, he leaned in, his gaze intense, his lips brushing against my ear. "But now I want to get serious," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

He closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both passionate and possessive. I wanted to resist, to push him away, but I wanted him so badly that I stood there motionless, my body responding to his touch. We kissed for what felt like minutes, his lips moving against mine with a skillful tenderness that sent a wave of warmth through me. He moved me to the bed, his hand guiding me down, and I found myself lying on the luxurious bedding, wanting more, needing more.

He pulled out a condom from his drawer, his fingers moving with a practiced ease. He pulled off his joggers, revealing his toned legs and the smooth, silky fabric of his boxer shorts.

"Should I continue?" he asked, his eyes burning with a desire that mirrored my own.

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. "Okay," he said, his voice husky, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

He pulled down my panties, and then, with a gentle tug, he pulled off his boxers. He wore the condom with a practiced hand, his movements confident and smooth.

"This is my first time," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. "Please be cool."

"Okay," he said, his eyes widening in surprise, his voice a low murmur.

He trusted in slowly, his body filling me, sending a wave of heat through my core. There was a sharp pain at first, but it gradually subsided as he moved with a gentle rhythm. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, enjoying the way he moved inside me, his touch both intense and tender.

He moved inside me, his rhythm slow and steady, and time seemed to melt away. It felt like a few minutes, though it must have been closer to an hour, because it was so incredibly good.

When he finally pulled out, I felt a strange combination of emptiness and contentment. He stood up, his body still radiating heat, and walked towards the bathroom without a word.

"Wash up," he said, his voice cool and detached, almost as if he was already lost in his thoughts.

I obeyed, my body trembling, my heart still pounding. When I returned, I found him standing by the window, his gaze fixed on the cityscape, his face unreadable. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his back, a playful gesture of affection. But he jolted my hands away, his expression unreadable, his demeanor cold.

"Won't you be late for work?" he asked, his voice clipped.

"So this is how it is now?" I asked, my voice breaking, my heart sinking. "After everything we just did, you're going to send me off like like nothing happened?"

I grabbed the WiFi router from the table, a surge of anger boiling up within me. I smashed it against the wall, the plastic cracking under the impact. I stomped on the broken pieces, a strange sense of satisfaction washing over me.

Then, I turned and stormed out of the room, my anger simmering, my heart heavy with disappointment.