Never Fall For Mr. Irresistible

Chapter 4

Stone and India (speaking)



“What are you staring at now?” I asked him.

“You don’t know me, do you? Never mind.” He said, looking at the girl.

When I got no reaction from her hearing my name, I started to repeat it, but I realized this girl had no idea who I was. Had I finally met someone who did not recognize me or my name? I thought everyone knew me from coast to coast, maybe mainly all the rich people. She can’t be rich. If she were, she wouldn’t be in a place like this. I’m only here to hide; no one would suspect I would live in a place like this. It’s far below my standards.

I watch her face for a moment, unable to stop. She stared back, maintaining her confidence. She stared into my eyes and didn’t look away. I kept thinking I couldn’t believe I’d met someone who didn’t know and didn’t want anything from me. Someone always wants something with me or from me. Most women wanted to know if I was looking for a wife. Or they wanted to see if I was looking for a fling or a one-night stand.

To answer those questions, yes, I’m a man, and before my condition got to this point, I enjoyed playing the field. But as time passed, even that created more stress, causing my situation to become dangerous. But surprisingly, I feel calmer than I’ve felt in a while in the company of a female for this length of time.

After introducing myself, India said nothing staring at me; then she frowned slightly. It was my favorite expression from her ever. She was good-looking no matter the face she made at me. So I casually leaned back and closed my eyes again, content but too exhausted. I could sleep for an entire day if she would allow me to. And then, finally, the reaction.

“Stony, are you serious? What kind of name is that?” India asked him curiously.

I sighed. Yeah, there it was. I’d made a lot of people excited. Mostly females. They get excited and want autographs, a picture, even just to look at me, anything. Any piece of me that they could get. They would take it. But right now, I was being reduced to scaring a woman instead of turning her on, and if I hadn’t been so tired, I might have laughed and been slightly more friendly.

I muttered with closed eyes, “I’m not a threat. I’m just a regular Joe. Could you just relax and try and sleep so we could talk in the morning? Maybe we can just forget about all this and start over. Who knows.”

I shifted in the chair, trying to get comfortable and relaxed, letting my eyes close completely. It couldn’t have been five minutes before I heard this flurry of movement. Sheets were tossed, and a pitter-pat of footsteps made the wood floor slightly creak.

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I heard the light movement of the varying sounds, but I was too tired to care what she was doing, but curiosity got the better of me, and I cracked open my eyes out of caution. After all, she is a stranger full of fear and could harm me.

So begrudgingly, I alerted myself to see what she was doing and what was all the moving around was about. She had gotten out of bed, unsuccessfully trying to tiptoe around the room. I drowsily open my eyes and see her petite but curvy frame walking around. She was in a pair of royal blue silk panties that barely covered all those sweet peaches of a derriere.

I noticed that the royal blue lace tank top had no bra under it because those pretty t**s said, hello! It all looked so good, and the girl had a nice amount of meat on her bones. And I can’t tell you the last time I had some good loving. It’s been quite a while. Then, finally, the sight of her was waking up, something I thought was in a deep sleep or coma lately. Before I knew it, I heard three small words escape her lips.

“So can we?” India said, stooping down on the floor and looking for her pants and top.

I blinked and brought my blurry drowsy vision back up to her face, which was fixed with an expression that clearly said they would be doing one of two things, making love or talking for quite a while. Oh, yeah, I hoped she wanted to make love.

“Can we what?” I replied, as my heart started to race just a little, anticipating her response to my question.

“Forget about the karate thing. And this whole who bed is this, thing.” India said, almost embarrassed that she said it.

Trying to play it cool after my heart went back to beating at its usual pace, hearing her response to my question.

“If we can also stop talking. That’ll be good too. Some people are trying to get some shut-eye.” I recanted.

Leaning again, I snuggled into the chair, enjoying the blissful silence until she cleared her throat politely. I did my best to ignore her again, which caught her attention as she frustratedly got up from the floor, standing straight up.

“Excuse me! Mr. Whoever you are?” India states in a raised tone.

“Look, India. You should know I’m not going anywhere tonight. I need sleep. It’s not like the front desk is right outside this cottage door. It’s about a half mile up the road, and they are probably sleeping too.

So you can kill me if you want, but do it quietly!” He said, shutting his eyes again.

“So you’re just going to sleep right there?! Really?!”

“Yeah, I'm giving you the bed, so what’s the problem? It’s only temporary.” I said, taking my blazer and pulling over me as my cover.

India fell into what I hoped was an eternal silence, and I sighed.

“You’re too big to sleep in that chair.” She murmured.

“Are you offering to share that bed with me?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.

“No! And it’s not your bed!”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“I’m sorry, but you need to leave now! I can’t sleep in here with you.”

“Or you’ll what? Karate chop me?” I chuckled with a tired drag in my tone.

“You said we could forget that! Ooh! So irritating!” she said with a disappointed censure.

“If you stop talking. Which you haven’t! Then I wouldn’t have to be irritating!”

That indignant glare she gave me was also a good look on her. Her eyes were flashing, arms all akimbo.

And I was enjoying that tank top and barely their panties, especially since she’d gotten a bit chilly in the past few minutes, arguing with me.

“I can’t sleep in that bed while you stare at me. So anyway, why are you staring?!” Then India followed his eyes as she looked down and frantically screamed.

“Oh my goodness!” She hurried and hopped in bed, covering herself again.

“Where in the world are my clothes?!”

I found the strength to laugh at her reaction. “Yeah, I wanted to tell you about that, but....”

She was sexy, irresistibly shapely, and I was dying in that chair.

“Look, I’m sorry about the mix-up. I’ll turn this way toward the wall and sleep. That way, you can sleep peacefully, and we’ll get you another cottage in the morning.

“Perfect. Wait? One more thing.” She said.

I kept my back to her, saying, “Please let it go. It was a slip of the tongue; we’ll get another cottage.”

I stayed where I was, happy to have her do just that and leave me alone so I could get some natural sleep. But now that she was quiet, she wanted to feel safe, so India kept the nightstand lamp light the entire night.

Admittedly, I was hot and bothered in this chair and didn’t know what to do with myself. Too afraid to move, I thought I would just suffer it out and sleep would eventually take over, and it did.