A Night Beneath the Sheets

Chapter 5

She ignored it as though she didn't see it. But when she thought it was over, her phone buzzed again.

She quickly checked it, and Gabriel’s name flashed on the screen. Her heart melted like ice on a sunny day.

The text read:

“Charlie, you can’t escape from me this time.”

She quickly put the phone inside her small purse while imagining the weight of the words.

They looked simple and harmless, but she couldn't deny that there was something life-threatening and possessive in them that made her tremble in fear.

She looked at Mabel, who had been silently observing her facial reactions since they left the café.

“Do you love him, Charlie?” Mabel cut in unexpectedly.

Charlie knew she couldn’t hide anything from her friend anymore. "I don't know what to think anymore.” I felt I couldn’t escape him at this point. His thoughts fill my entire day," she said.

“You are not fragile for wanting to love someone again.” Mabel reassured her. "But you have to decide what’s best for you." It’s not a crime to love someone.

But you have to be careful not to have your heart broken a thousand times in the name of love.

Charlie couldn’t answer anymore. She just gazed at her phone while pondering over all the messages she had received from him.

Her instinct warned her that she was at the edge of something dangerous. And she might do herself more harm than good if she trusts him.

But she couldn’t resist the thought of him. She felt she should give love a chance, and Gabriel had all she wanted in her ideal man.

She could still remember how he made her moan like a mad cow in his apartment. And she couldn't help it. The thought of that night’s encounter with him always made her wet her pants.

That night, Charlie gazed at the ceiling while on her bed. Her mind went through her ordeal with Gabriel.

It was as though he was standing right before her. She could feel the weight of his gaze. Like he was possessing her senses with audacity.

She knew she was getting lured into a trap, and her senses were too weak to save her. A part of her wanted to be careful and forget him completely, while another still wanted him, his touch and feel.

She could still remember how he swept his finger inside her wet p***y, and the feeling was so sweet and raw that she craved for more each day, and now it haunted her.

Her phone buzzed and interrupted her thought.

She peeped at the phone, and the name was what she expected.

Gabriel!

She didn't hesitate to pick it this time.

“Charlie,” his voice was low and soft. "Can we see right away?" We need to talk.

She wanted to say," No. " But her p***y screamed, “Yes,” instead.

“I’ll meet you,” she whispered with a trembling voice.

Two hours later, Charlie stood at the door of Gabriel’s apartment. She pressed the bell firmly and waited for him to respond.

The environment seemed familiar, but she wished it’s different.

Gabriel opened the door swiftly and fixed his gaze on her breast that popped out a little as if calling for attention.

She gazed at him without a word.

He stood aside and allowed her to walk in.

“Charlie, you are finally here,” he said with a rough voice.

Charlie sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word. Her eyes lurked around the room as if searching for something she had left behind.

“Charlie,” Gabriel called her again. He moved closely to her and fixed his gaze on her chest.

She didn't understand the look. She had barely had some rest, and they hadn’t discussed anything yet.

But it seems Gabriel wasn’t ready for a gentleman’s dialogue.

Gabriel moved his mouth closer to hers, and his lips met hers. She could feel a hot sensation down her spine. She couldn't help but grab his waist closer to hers.

Gabriel kissed her in desperation and tore her clothes as if he was searching for a treasure inside her chest.

He pushed her to the bed.

She fell while spreading her legs open. She was ready. Ready for the moment she once longed for so badly, and again, she didn't care about the consequences.

Gabriel’s hands moved slowly as he slipped a finger into her wet p***y. She had longed for this feeling.

She moaned loudly in agreement.

“Are you sure about this, Gabriel?” she asked softly amidst the feeling of pleasure. Once we start this, there is no going back for us.

Gabriel didn't respond. He was lost in the pleasure of her p***y.

She didn't care if he answered her or not. All she wanted was a man who would satisfy her cravings and love her passionately. And he seems to be the perfect guy.

As the heat intensified between them, Charlie’s body shivered. Not from the cold, but from the way he touched her.

She wanted to feel him better, so she grabbed his c**k from her p***y and slid it hurriedly into her mouth. She sucked him raw. He jerked and moaned.

The remaining hours of the day saw them between the sheets, lost in their world and locked in a desperate embrace. Neither of them wanted to let go.

It was as though they were fulfilling a promise they made to each other years ago.

The next morning, Charlie woke up with a slight pain in her head. She looked around for a moment. Her heart left her body for a second.

She thought he had left her fragile heart again. They thought the worst had happened.

She sighs heavily when she finds Gabriel beside her, and his hands wrapped around her waist. The thought of the night’s encounter brought a feeling of regret.

She had let herself go once again.

The last time it happened, she vowed never to trust a stranger again. But now she didn't know if her ugly past was gazing at her in

She knew she hadn’t made the right decision. But who cares?

The presence of Gabriel beside her made the weight of regret seem light and bearable.

She knew he would be gone soon. She had realized he wasn’t the type of man who stays too long with a woman.

The warmth of Gabriel’s body gave her a sense of reassurance that all was well. But there was a burning question on her mind. “Why did you come back?”

Gabriel shifted his body and lifted his gaze to hers. His voice was soft, yet unbearable. “Charlie, I’m not leaving yet,” he said, as if he sensed her fear.

Her heart raced with panic. Was this just another lie to make her trust him? Or was he being honest this time?

As she was about to respond, a knock sounded at the door.