Why Him?

CHAPTER 6

Kiara POV

By the time we got outside the club, he then led me into his sportbike. He offered me a helmet to put on, but I didn’t take it. “Where is your car?” I asked him. It took him a few moments before he said, “Just get into the bike.” He then put on his helmet.

Is he being serious right now? How am I supposed to hop into that thing with this tight, short dress? I was about to cross the street to get my car when suddenly a car came out of nowhere. I almost got hit by that crazy driver if it wasn’t for him pulling my hand from behind.

I landed perfectly on his chest. My heart was pounding loudly against my chest. I think it could explode anytime soon. First, because I was too shocked that I almost got hit by a car and died tonight. And the other reason is because of our position. Now I know how good it felt to be in his embrace.

Our eyes met, and there we are again. Lost in each other’s eyes. His eyes had the most beautiful shades of light blue color, in contrast to his dark brown hair, which is slightly longer in the middle and short at the sides.

I was aware of how attractive the man was, but I had no idea he could make me feel this way, aside from his look. I felt so secure and protected. He just saved me twice tonight.

I was still enjoying his perfectly sculpted face when his expression suddenly changed. “What do you think you’re doing? Do you realize you almost got killed earlier!?” he said, sounded a bit mad at me. 

I looked up at him. “I’m sorry….” I replied to him. It’s not every day I say sorry to a man for my behavior. I’ve always been right, so I never had to apologize. He blew out a breath and took out a jacket from the seat of his bike, then put them on me. “Put this on. You’re freezing.” He said, stroking the side of my arms to make me warm.

I could smell his cologne too from the jacket. Oh, God. I felt weak on the knees just by his scent. I must’ve looked like a freak in front of him for smelling his clothes. I even closed my eyes while I was at it.

“Thanks…” I said in reply after clearing my throat. He flashed me a smile and stretched out his hand in front of me. I stared back at him, frowning.

“Do you believe me?” he suddenly asked. I found this man quite interesting. I’ve been in many relationships with men before, but none of them like him. He was asking for my permission first. I gave him a nod and smile.

He got into his bike first, then he helped me. He lifted me up effortlessly like I weighed nothing until I sat securely on his back. “Ready?” he asked me with a muffled voice because he was already wearing a helmet.

“I think I am,” I replied. He let out a small chuckle before taking both of my arms and circling them around his waist. “Hold on tight!” he said. I could see his smirk from the mirror.

I did exactly as he said without any complain because, honestly, I was more than happy to oblige. I could feel his rock-hard abs. I must be God’s favorite daughter because I was blessed with all these.

As expected, he had a six-pack. He rides his bike not as fast as I had expected before. He’s taking his time.

The wind blows through my hair, and I’ve never felt this alive before. My dad would kill me for getting into a bike with a stranger. He always thought that riding a bike was not a good idea.

Now that I’ve experienced it, this isn’t bad at all. And for the bonus, we don’t have to get stuck in traffic like riding a car. “Are you doing okay back there?” He asked me, eyes looking at the small rearview mirror.

“Y-yes, I am..” I replied, raising my voice a little so he could hear my answer. “Good then… we’re almost there.” He then told me. I could see his smile from the mirror.  

Not more than ten minutes, he pulled over in front of a house. I was still enjoying his warm back and perfectly toned abs. I hate that this small moment between us had to be over.

“Here, let me help you.” He then helped me to get off the bike because I swear I almost tripped and fell on the first attempt.

“Is this your place?” I asked, following him as he made his way into the empty house. He turned on the light, and then I could finally look around the place. The interior was mostly white, with grey fur carpet in the center of the living room. The table was made of glass, adding a minimalist touch to the whole space.

“Nope…” he said, turning towards me. “This is my uncle’s place. He said I could always crash in this place whenever I want.” He said, pouring some wine for us that he got from the kitchen.

“Why you didn’t bring me back to your place instead?” I couldn’t help but ask. He let out a small chuckle and took a step towards me, closing the distance between us. “Because we just met not more than an hour ago. For all I know, you could be a spy who wanted to kill me or my dad.” 

I burst out laughing after that. “Oh please, believe me, I am completely harmless. I can’t even get on that damn bike by myself, let alone holding a gun.” I took a slow sip of the wine. They taste great. It must be expensive.

He raised his glass and then nodded in agreement. “You had a point.”

He then also took a sip of the wine after giving it a twirl. “Speaking of which, We haven’t introduced ourselves to each other.” I then said. He looked up at me, looking a bit unsure.

“I never gave my name to a woman that I am going to f**k in my bed. That’s the rule.” I choked at the wine, and some of it spilled into my dress. He quickly grabbed the tissue and passed it to me.

“Are you okay? What’s the matter?” he asked me, patting my back. I got up from the chair and put some distance between us. “I need to clean this up. Where’s the toilet?” I asked him.

“It was the last door from the right.” He told me, pointing in the direction behind me. I quickly excused myself towards the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and looked at my own reflection in the mirror. I turned on the water tap and rinsed my face with cold water. My cheeks were red, and I was starting to doubt my decision to lose my virginity tonight.

Am I making the right decision? What if he was a serial killer? I don’t want to do it with a bad man either. I know nothing about him. What if I got pregnant? That would be even worse.

“Hey, you’re okay there?” I jumped in shock as he knocked on the door. s**t. I didn’t bring any condoms with me. What if we ended up having s*x tonight? What should I do? I frantically opened the small cabinets behind the mirror, and the first thing I saw was a bottle of sleeping pills. 

“Yeah, I am fine… The stain won’t come off. Just give me a sec.” I said in reply. Trying to make myself sound as normal as I can. Damn. These pills better be working. Because I don’t want to make a foolish decision tonight. I grabbed a few of them and hid them inside my clutch. 

“Do you need some help there?” he asked again. The moment I turned off the water tap, he opened the door. “Hey, I never said you could come in,” I snapped at him. He inched closer, then cupped my face using both his hands gently. “You’re taking too long here. I got worried.” He paused for a while. “Your face is red. Are you feeling sick somewhere?” he asked, looking concerned.

His eyes search for mine again. I am DEFINITELY not sick. For all I know, he is the main reason why I was blushing red right now. Damn you, hot and handsome man.

“No, I am fine,” I replied, removing his hands from my face. I gave him a tight smile, but he still looked concerned. He let out a deep sigh. “Come with me.” He then said, guiding me out of the toilet.

We were now back in the living room. “Please take a seat here and make yourself at home.” He pointed towards the long white sofa not too far from us. I gingerly sat there, and I had no idea what he was about to do. It seemed like he was going to the other room, looking for something.

I took that as a chance to put the sleeping pills into his wine. I figure that I’ll run away after I make him fall asleep. He was still in the other room when I took out the pills from my clutch. I put them inside the wine, and I could see them slowly dissolved inside the wine.

Soft sound of music suddenly played, taking me by surprise. Not long after, he went out of the room with the remote control in his hand. He pushed another button to change the lighting of the room.

“You like the music?” he then asked. I positioned myself back on the sofa as I saw him approaching me. “Yes, it’s nice,” I admitted. The ambiance inside the house suddenly turned into a romantic setting. With a satisfied smile, he then sat next to me. “I am glad that you like it.”

I took my glass of wine from the table and took another sip. “So this is how you seduced a woman, huh?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He flashed me a naughty smirk. “Busted..” he admitted, then he took a sip of the wine. I watched him as he drank the wine. How long will it take before it works?   

“Chicks like this stuff.” He then added. I shrugged my shoulders. “Not all of us were the same,” I told him. This time he let out a small chuckle that I am actually growing to be fond of. His dimples were shown whenever he was smiling.

“That bullshit about not telling your name. Can you give me an exception for that?” I asked out of curiosity. He finished the wine in his glass as he thought of a reply for me. “Give me one good reason for that.” He challenged me back. Oh, he better tell me his name before he pass out.

“Because we’re not going to have s*x tonight, so I think I might have a shot to know your name,” I said, shifting closer into him. He raised an eyebrow at me. “What makes you think like that? I was more than sure you were going to end in my bed tonight, screaming to the top of your lungs as I take you deep many times.” He said cockily, running one hand over my exposed thigh. The next thing I knew, he was already leaning towards me.

I could feel my n*****s hardened from behind my clothes. “Because I am not that easy?” I said, sounding unsure of my own self-control as he feathers a kiss over my lips.

Our lips almost touched with each other, but he never gave me what I wanted. He was only teasing me to make me feel even more desperate. “I would like to try. Is there something I can do to convince you then?” he asked with a hoarse voice.