The Innocent Girl Who Stole His Heart

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The persistent "meow" continued, echoing eerily in the silent room, growing louder, closer. The sound was surprisingly guttural, not at all like a sweet house cat.

I couldn't bear it anymore. With a strangled gasp, I bounced out of the room, my heart hammering like a drum. "Ghost! "Ghost!" I screamed, tearing through the unfamiliar hallway, convinced I was about to be attacked by a spectral feline.

Meanwhile, Adrian Sterling couldn't sleep. He tossed from side to side on his king-sized bed, his mind replaying the events of the day: Neeve's defiance, her embarrassing retort, her alluring vulnerability beneath the flimsy gown. Why did I bring that lady home? He pondered, lost in thought. He heard a soft clicking sound, then his bedroom door gently yanked open. Suddenly, something soft and frantic bounced onto him, a flurry of limbs and frantic whispers.

"Ghost! "There's a ghost in the guest room!" Neeve's voice, high-pitched with terror, pierced the quiet of his room. She landed squarely on him, her lithe body pressing against his, and two very distinct things were touching each other, igniting an immediate, surprising spark.

"What do you think you are doing?" Adrian demanded, a frown creasing his forehead as he tried to untangle himself from the unexpected embrace. He quickly realized that Neeve was lying directly on top of him, her warm skin against his, the delicate fabric of her lingerie barely a barrier.

"Oh, sorry"! "I didn't mean to!" Neeve swiftly sprang away from his body, scrambling off the bed and squatting on the floor beside him, her face a pale blur in the dim light, wide-eyed with lingering fear.

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice low and firm, struggling to keep his composure.

"There's a ghost"! "I can't sleep!" Neeve said restlessly, her words tumbling out as if she had memorized them. "I kept on hearing a 'meow' sound, and it was unbearable! "That's why I came here and... bounced on you!" She bit her bottom lip, her eyes wide with lingering terror.

Adrian shook his head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips as he realized the source of her fear. "It's a stray cat. It must have lost its way inside when Stephen left the door open. It's no big deal. I'll get rid of it tomorrow morning."

"Oops!" Neeve scoffed, a mixture of embarrassment and relief washing over her.

"So, now return to the guest room," he gestured towards the door, his tone dismissive, but a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes.

"No!" Neeve shook her head vehemently.

"Do you plan on sleeping here?" he asked, a hint of challenge in his voice, his eyes daring her.

Neeve nodded, her gaze pleading. "But I promise I won't disturb your sleep. I'm scared, please allow me to spend the night here."

Adrian had no choice but to agree to her pleas. "Who knew that this crazy woman knew how to beg so effectively?" he thought, a smirk playing on his lips, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. He found himself strangely enjoying her company.

"I'll sleep on the couch," Neeve declared, picking up a pillow and attempting to clamber down from the large bed.

"Are you playing the saint now?" Adrian scoffed, catching her movement. Didn't you want to spend the night with me? You should join me in bed.

"What saint?" Neeve shot him an icy glare. "I'm just trying to avoid trouble, you arrogant fool."

"Trouble?" he taunted, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Or are you afraid you can't control your hormones? Do you fear you might beg me to f**k you... if you sleep on my bed?"

"Scumbag! How dare you say that? "You're not even attractive!" Neeve retorted, though her heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, betraying her.

"Oh, really?" he countered, his grin widening, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "Why did you throw yourself on me in the hotel room if you hadn't fallen for my handsome face?"

"Do you think you are that good?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. That night, I just wanted to have fun, to flex, and to taste a man for the very first time. It was an experiment!

Adrian leaned forward, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "So that night was your first?"

Neeve shoved her head into her chest, suddenly overwhelmed by shyness. She didn't want to admit it. This guy would use it against her. She knew it.

"It doesn't look like your first time to me," Adrian continued, his voice restless, as if unable to contain his thoughts. That night, you took the upper hand. You were good in bed, and you knew different styles. "Stop telling lies," he finished, before I could utter a single defensive statement.

"You should be ashamed of yourself that a lady takes the upper hand in bed!" Neeve taunted, trying to regain some control.

"You want me to take the upper hand right now?" he leaned even closer, his face mere inches from hers, his breath warm against her lips, his eyes burning into hers.

"What do you want to do?" My voice was barely a whisper, a tremor running through me despite my defiance.

"Aren't you attracted to me?" he whispered, his eyes dark and intense. "That night you craved my touching."

"Quit your fairy thinking!" I hissed, though a shiver ran through me. I can't get a bit horny! You can never turn me on!"

"That night, I was already horny before I came into your lodge, I..." Neeve didn't know what to say anymore, the words tangled in her throat as his hand, warm and strong, slid under the flimsy blue lingerie and began to play with her breast.

A gasp escaped me. I couldn't find the urge to resist him. Instead, a strange, undeniable warmth spread through my core. I found myself becoming interested in his touch, a curious, intoxicating longing awakening within me. My n*****s hardened under his gentle caress.

Adrian then raised her leg, his movements deliberate, and dipped his index finger into her p***y. It was warm, yielding, and incredibly wet. He could see how aroused she was, a silent testament to her rapid surrender. He brought his head out from under her lingerie, his eyes locking with hers, then slowly dragged her head closer. Their lips were an inch apart, the unspoken desire between them a palpable force, thick enough to taste.

Neeve was waiting, her breath hitched, for his lips to finally crash on hers. "Kiss me!" she said softly, the plea escaping her lips almost involuntarily, a desperate whisper of yearning.

But instead of kissing her, he moved his mouth towards her ear, biting gently on her earlobe, then whispered softly, his voice a low, triumphant rumble, "I think I just got you horny!"

Hearing his words, my blank brain suddenly refilled, the fog of desire lifting as if by magic. A cold rush of mortification washed over me. I knew instantly that this guy had just been teasing me, playing with me because of my earlier defiant words. His hand was still under my dress, probably in my p***y, his fingers still moving with tantalizing precision on my c******s. The realization of his manipulation was infuriating.

With a surge of humiliation and fury, I pushed him away, shoving him hard. My hand flew up, and I slapped him across the face, a sharp crack echoing in the silent room. "Do you enjoy teasing women", you bastard?! Fine! You were attractive! I am turned on! "What about that... are you satisfied?!" My voice cracked with frustration and self-loathing.

My face burning with mortification, I scrambled off the bed. How could I get turned on so easily, by him? I had just made a fool of myself. I ran away from his room, tearing back towards the guest room. I flung the door open, darted inside, and practically fainted onto the bed, burying my face in the pillows.

"Haaaaa!" I screamed into the mattress, a muffled cry of pure frustration, sobbing in helpless anger and unbearable shame. I couldn't wait to leave this monstrous house as early as possible tomorrow. I couldn't face him. I was too embarrassed of myself.