UNEXPECTED BOND

******Mabel POV****** Anne paced back and forth the room, her brows furrowed at me. "Trust me, you'll enjoy this birthday party, you'll have a great time, I promise," she said, grabbing my wrist. I had no desire to go out and socialize after coming back from Michael’s place, but Anne was persistent. “I don't know Anne, I don't feel like going to this party with you, "I said, reluctantly pulling away. But Anne wasn't giving in. "Come on, let's go out and have some fun. Don't let one bad experience ruin your entire life," she said with a concerned look. I sighed, knowing she was right. I couldn't let Michael's betrayal consume me. I walked in on Michael, pants down with another woman. Her legs circled his waist, as he grabbed her bare buttocks. I couldn't believe my eyes, the thought of his betrayal sent shivers down my spine, making me nausea. "Alright, I'll go," I sighed reluctantly, "But what should I wear?" Anne's face lit up in excitement. " Yes!. You don't have to worry about that! You deserve to at least go out, meet some fine gentlemen, and have fun, who knows, I might get lucky tonight” she said, as she sauntered away. Despite my reservation, I started to feel a flicker of hope and excitement. Maybe Anne was right. I needed to let loose and have fun. “ Okay then,” I said in affirmation. It has been three years since I last attended a birthday party, and the memories of my crashed relationship still lingered. “You don't deserve me, Mabel, I suggest you find someone in your class!” I was still reeling from my shocking experience at Michael's place, as he said those words to me. I felt my heart clenched tightly, my face drained of emotions, as I fought back a pool of tears in my eyes. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity, Soon forgetting the activities of the day. The low lights allowed me to embrace the intrigues of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a Tall, dark stranger. Dressed in a white tuxedo. He stared at me, I felt his gaze burning into my skin which left me feeling uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, "Hello my lady,” as he walked towards me,his aura was imposing. He was well built, with a chiseled chest. His hair was blonde which cascaded down his shoulders. His eyes were blue like the ocean. “Mind if I sit with you?" he requested, his voice low, yet seductive. I turned to face him, with a stern look. "No," I replied. He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with desires. “I noticed everyone here is having fun except for you," he said, there was something about his voice that made me bite my lower lips I couldn't Ignore his valid point, as Anne had left me and wandered off to only God knows where. I had allowed myself to be consumed by my fears, maybe Michael wasn't the one for me after all. I took a deep breath and gave in to his request. " You can call me Brian," "I haven't seen you here before, what's your name?" he said, with a smile on his face. "I'm new here, my friend invited me to this birthday party," I replied, darting my eyes, around the lounge in search of Anne. “My name is Mabel," I replied. "I can tell. You look absolutely beautiful tonight," he said. I blushed at his compliment. “Thanks” “I was sitting with my friends when I noticed you both walked in, your face looks like a model I once met in a foreign country. Do you care to join us?” He said, pointing at his table. He was devilishly handsome. “No thanks, I'll sit here and wait for my friend to come back, it's already getting late,” I replied. “Okay then, I'll join you in waiting for her.” he smiled. I could feel the radiance of his aura. His smile made my inner thighs warm. He gazed at me, I could feel the radiance of his piercing blue eyes. His blonde hair and perfect jawline made him all the more appealing. I couldn't tell if it was the drinks or simply my imagination playing tricks on me. "I need to use the restroom," I mumbled, unable to bear the strange excitement coursing through my body, making me desire to touch myself. I had taken more shots of vodka than expected, despite my low tolerance for alcohol. It was starting to take a toll on me. As I struggled to stand up, I stumbled, nearly falling, when his pair of strong arms caught me. Captivated by his piercing blue eyes, he had a unique scent. He helped me into a dark room. My vision was blurry, but I felt calm and unperturbed. His lips were irresistibly attractive, consumed by passion as I felt his strong grip on my waist, pulling me closer. The sound of clothes being discarded filled the air before our naked bodies collided. I wanted to counter, but I was too randy to hold back. He freed his hand from my waist, as he grabbed my already hard n*****s. I stared in anticipation as he sucked on them tenderly. I moaned in ecstasy, as I grabbed his neck and closed my eyes in pleasure. He fills inside of me with his larger member, thrusting slowly in and out of me. I scream but he seals my lips with a kiss. We kissed again, our tongues dancing together as we explored each other's mouths. I felt a connection growing between us, a sense of intimacy that went beyond physical pleasure. We were two strangers caught up in the moment, but in that moment, we were everything to each other. I exploded in pleasure as my body shook with the force of my o****m, and I clung to him, gasping for breath. He pulled out of me and leaned back, his eyes fixed on mine." That was awesome," he said, his voice filled with exhaustion. I smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through my body. " Yes it was," I replied. The bed was soft, like marshmallows. And the room was cool and cozy. Everything was perfect except for the ringing of the phone. I woke up in an unfamiliar room naked, realizing it was not my room. The familiar scent of cologne lingered, causing my heart to race. “Hello Anne..” I said. Picking up the call. “Where are you girl? I've been worried sick about you, searching for you everywhere,” Anne replied from the other end of the phone. “Am on my way,” I sighed as I ended the call. My gaze went straight to the cash on the table. “What the f**k! Who does he think I am? a hooker?” I said, with anger simmering below the surface. The stranger had dropped some cash by the table for me and left without saying goodbye. I only knew his name, but could barely remember his face. I got dressed and headed home, without touching the cash.