The Heiress

Chapter Two

"Can I help you?" The voice questioning me had a hint of amusement in it's tone. From behind the door of my supposed room had emerged a tall man with broad shoulders. I could feel the heat of his breathe as he gazed down on me.

I stared up at him, completely caught off guard. I couldn't quite make out his features, still his presence felt warm and comforting.

My drunk brain struggled to process the situation. I should apologize and check room 16...my room would definitely be room 16.

"I... I'm very sorry, I must have the wrong room. Silly me." I smiled up at the dark, my eyes struggling to adjust.

"s**t!" I stumbled unto him, tripping on the strap of my shoe.

Suddenly I was in the arms of this strange man—I must have a thing with bumping into strangers this night.

I felt his chest and all I could think of was all that was beneath his shirt. I stared up at him again fiddling with the buttons of his black button-down shirt. The upper buttons were undone revealing a peak of his skin.

He chuckled, and I could feel a tingling in my belly at the sound.

"You're certainly comfortable though, you could be at the right place." His voice sent shivers down my spine, it felt like something had control of my body and I feared that I might not be in control anymore.

I moved my hands to his neck. "You could make it the right place, mister..."

"Brooks." He whispered as he brought his face closer to mine. He smelled of liquor and it seemed like he must have had a lot — sweet, Ava. Meeting up with a stranger as drunk as you.

I leaned towards him on the tip of my toes and his lips found mine.

The moment a rush of energy filled my body, I was hungry, desperate for this man for run his hands all over me. I could feel his hunger too as he held me tightly, raising me off the ground by my waist and unto his steady arms. I wrapped my legs around him, pushing my body towards him as he stepped into the dimly lit room and shut the door behind us. He got distracted for some seconds trying to lock the door and immediately returned his attention to me.

I moaned softly as he kissed my neck, his hands firm on my ass cheeks, groping them. I wanted him to devour me completely.

In couple seconds, we were on the bed. Hands all over each other, caressing and exploring both our bodies — never have I ever felt such bliss.

His hands made a stop on my left breast and squeezed on my n****e — the charge running through my body in that moment was beyond what my vocabulary could explain. I let him take charge, spreading my legs slightly as I felt his hands go down on me. He felt it and moaned in the sexiest way you could imagine — I was soaking wet, I felt like a spring — and right then, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"I want ...you." I whispered, my voice shaky. I was dizzy to a fault, to be fair I was extremely high from all the drinking before hand and I could barely react in my right senses, but now, I'm further intoxicated by the presence of this man. He had something to him, his aura, his touch, his warmth. I wanted every bit of him, to taste every fragment of his body, his skin. I longed to dissolve in his touch.

He responded to me in a low groan. I could feel his hunger and the intensity in his movements.

"It's all yours." He whispered back as he slid into me, letting out a moan.

My brain couldn't comprehend the pleasure that followed. I moaned loudly and pressed his body unto mine with my hands wrapped around his neck. He smelt so divine. In all the haze, I didn't realize when we had our clothes stripped off — right now that didn't matter to me.

This felt like all I needed.

* * *

I wake up to the smell of coffee and toast. I haven't slept so peacefully in a very long time and I could feel a surge of energy in my body. I wasn't usually a morning person but this morning felt really special and different. I sat up, flinching as the ray of sunlight hit my eyes from the window. The curtains had been pulled open, and the sun radiated on the bed, forming yellow streak patterns on the white sheets.

I was dressed in a big white shirt and my hair was put up in a messy bun.

I stepped off the bed and wandered off towards the sounds I heard. Then I spotted him.

He had his back towards me, and he looked busy at the kitchen counter— from the scent filling the room I knew he was making breakfast.

I blushed as I admired his body. His broad shoulders and ripped arms looked so sexy. I could feel myself getting turned on just by staring at his body and I just stood there, silently absorbing the wonderful view.

"Hey..." I said after a while, and then I saw something move from the corner of my eye, like a fast shadow. I turned to check out what I had seen and I saw it again.

It looked like a man dressed in black, and he had a gun, however, I couldn't quite see his face. My vision was blurred. I rubbed against my eyes very quickly, in a bid to look at this strange figure again.

He had the gun directed at the counter and I heard the sound of gunshots.

The first...the second...the third...it all happened in a flash. There was blood all over the wall and the slabs. I felt my eyes burn with rage and panic. I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my face...

I woke up...