Her cold Heart

| 7 | Who is she ?

Elijah’s P.O.V

I was no stranger to one night stands. I definitely have had my fair share over the last several years and each time it went relatively the same. Generally, they’d always follow the same pattern. I’d meet a girl, swoon her with my charm and convince her to leave whatever establishment we were at for something quieter.

I’d get a hotel room, never my own place, and take her back there, making my intentions of sleeping with her crystal clear. Over and over again, I’d tell her this was a one time thing, that we’d never see each other again after tonight. But somehow that message would get lost in translation.

Most of the time, I’d try to sneak out before they woke up, but if I couldn’t, it was always a fight. I’d wake up and they would be trying to get my phone number and planning when they could see me again, hearing wedding bells and wanting to meet my family. The point of a one night stand was completely lost on these girls.

It wasn’t like I thought I was Gods gift to women or that I put some kind of spell on all these women making them fall in love with me. Most women just couldn’t grasp the idea of a one night stand. They liked it in theory, but when it came right down to it, they couldn’t pull the trigger. They couldn’t keep emotions out of it.

In fact, I had decided to take a break from one night stands and women in general. That is, until Bonnie stumbled in to my world looking like an whole damm meal. She had long curly black hair and big bedroom eyes that you only heard about in stories. Her dress clung to her body leaving just enough to the imagination to make me insane. She was like the great White Buffalo of women, the one every guy wants but no one can have. A rare beauty.

I watched her all night, memorising the way her lips moved as she spoke and the light shade of crimson her cheeks turned after she had a few drinks in her. There was a slight tilt of her head when she laughed and no matter how boring the conversation was, she always looked interested. She was a good actress.

My Bro, Trevor, thought I was insane when I said I was taking her home with me tonight, especially considering at that time she had just declined my drink and after i left for a few minutes she was talking to another man. I waited patiently, watching her make small talk with that prick. After that I made my move. And damn, was it f*****g worth it.

Even the sound of her voice stirred something deep inside of me. She had hesitated briefly, but then agreed to leave the with me. Her company was great, the s*x was even better. I had the most mind blowing o****m I’ve ever had in my life. Hell, I had the FIVE most mind blowing orgasms of my life. I had her on the counter, the floor, against the window of our 50th floor suite, in the shower, in the bed. The woman did something to me I’d never quite experienced before and even had me re-thinking my one and done policy.

She was so incredible that I had pegged her to be a stage five Clinger. That was the worst of the worst. The ones thinking about marriage, complete with tears and hysterics when I rushed them out of the room the next day. Trevor’s words echoed in my head. When he saw her he said, “No one looks that good and isn’t bat s**t crazy.” Add that to the out of this world s*x and this girl had to be a stage five clinger.

That’s why I was completely baffled when I came back from the door to see She was gone. Completely vanished. She left without a single word, only a lipstick note on the mirror saying what a good time she’d had. No last name, no number to reach her at. No goodbye kiss. Nothing. And for the first time in my life, I found myself wishing a girl had stayed.

It wasn’t even just the s*x I was craving again. I wanted to talk to her. She had proved to be as brilliant and witty as she was beautiful. In between rounds, we had talked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company in every way.

Her fiery personality caught my attention immediately, and I’ve never been one to like a girl for her personality.

The fact that she had no idea who I was made it all the sweeter. I don’t know why this bothered me so much. Normally, I would have been ecstatic to wake up to find myself alone, not having to deal with the morning-after mess. Something was different about this girl though. I wanted to see her again, but she hadn’t even left me that option.

This was what we had agreed on, but somewhere along the lines, i had been the one to develop feelings. What the f**k was happening to me?

We had had fun together, hadn’t we? Had I missed something? Was she not thoroughly enjoying every second of it right along with me? Of course she was. Her body responded to me like she had known me all her life, begging for more. It had to be something else.

Maybe she had a mate. That prick from last night. No, she wouldn’t have acted like that if they were together. He couldn’t be her boyfriend.

Maybe I was feeling this way because she had been the one to leave me. She snuck out leaving me alone in a hotel room after the incredible night we had shared. I had never experienced this s**t before, and maybe that was why I couldn’t get her out of my head.

When I finally dragged myself out of the bed, her lacy panties were wadded up on the floor. I bit my lip and groaned, reliving the moment. had slid them off of her last night, tugging gently down each toned leg, inch by inch.

The memory was only second to the image I had in my mind of her walking out of here without them on.

Damn, that did things to me I was ashamed to admit. Cold shower, here I come.

Fuck my rules. I needed to see her again. I couldn’t let her get away with that s**t. I knew this was going against everything I had ever stood for, but I was going to find her. I was going to find her and f**k her out of my system.

I was sure that would take care of it. I just had to figure out how | was going to go about that when all I had left of the girl were a few memories and a name that could be fake.

My guys were good, but nobody was that good. How was I possibly going to find her?