The Stranger I Woke up Loving

Maya Bennett dragged her tired feet along the road. It had been a long day. She had spent the whole day at work, and all she wanted now was to get home, take a shower, eat something, and sleep. She checked the time on her phone. “I'm so tired.” She was already walking toward the bus stop when she felt the first drop of rain. She looked up. Another drop landed on her face. Then another. Before she could even move, the rain started pouring heavily. “Oh no!” Maya quickly ran under a small shade beside a closed shop. She pulled out her phone and tried to book a cab. One driver. No response. Another one. No response. She tried again. Still nothing. The rain was getting heavier. Maya sighed and looked at her clothes. They were already getting wet. “Why today?” She tried booking another cab. The driver cancelled. She groaned. Seriously?” She looked around. Then she noticed a hotel a short distance away. It wasn't the plan. She had never planned to sleep in a hotel. But she was tired. Her clothes were already soaked. And there was no way she was going to stand under that shade all night waiting for a cab. Maya held her bag tightly and ran through the rain. By the time she reached the hotel entrance, she was completely soaked. She pushed the glass door open and rushed inside. The receptionist looked at her. “Good evening, ma.” “Good evening.” Maya breathed heavily. “I need a room.” The receptionist looked at her wet clothes. “Are you okay?” “I'm fine. I just need a room.” “Of course.” Maya booked the cheapest room available. After making the payment, the receptionist handed her a key card. “Room 603. Sixth floor.” Maya nodded. “Thank you.” She entered the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she leaned against the wall. Her eyes were already closing. She was exhausted. When she reached the sixth floor, she walked down the hallway. She found room 603. She opened the door and entered. She was too tired to notice anything else. She dropped her bag on the floor. Then she closed the door behind her with a loud bang. Bang! Maya didn't notice the small number plate above the door shifting slightly. The 6 moved. From a distance, it now looked like a 9. Maya sighed and walked toward the bed. “Finally.” She laid down. She wanted nothing except sleep. ---------------------------------- At the other side of the hotel, Damian Blackwood sat inside a private lounge. He was the kind of man people noticed the moment he entered a room. Young. Rich. Powerful. And used to getting what he wanted. But tonight, he wasn't in control. He stared at the glass in his hand. Something felt wrong. His head was getting heavy. His vision was becoming blurry. “What did you put in this?” The maid standing nearby lowered her eyes. “Nothing, sir.” Damian tried to stand. His legs felt weak. He grabbed the edge of the table. His mother had planned everything. She was tired of him refusing to meet the woman his parents had chosen for him. His supposed fiancée was waiting upstairs. Room 903. His mother had ordered the maid to put something in his drink because she knew he would never go willingly. Damian hated being controlled. But right now, he could barely think. His security man hurried toward him. “Sir?” Damian looked at him. “Take me upstairs.” “Where?” The maid immediately answered "Room 903" The security man nodded. He helped Damian up. Damian could barely walk properly. His head was spinning. His security man supported him all the way to the elevator. ---------------------------------- Meanwhile, the woman Damian was supposed to meet was already waiting. She sat inside room 903, dressed carefully for the night. She checked the time. Then checked her phone. “He should be here by now.” She had no idea that Damian was being taken to the wrong room. She had no idea that the room number on another door had changed. And she had no idea that another woman was already inside. ------------------------------- Damian's security man finally reached the room. He looked at the number. "903" “Here we are, sir.” Damian didn't answer. He could barely keep his eyes open. The security man opened the door and helped him inside. Then he stepped back. “Sir, I'll head back" Damian nodded weakly. The door closed. He was alone. Or so he thought. Maya was sitting on the bed when she heard the door open. She frowned. She was certain she had locked it. “Hello?” No answer. Someone walked into the room. Maya quickly switched on the light. Her eyes widened. A man was standing there. He looked nothing like a hotel worker. He was tall, dressed in an expensive suit, and looked like he could barely stand. Maya immediately stood up. “Who are you?” Damian looked at her. For a moment, he said nothing and moved closer, he pushed her back to the bed, kissing her all over her cheek and face. "Stop" she said while removing her face "Don't stop me, please help me am hot" he continued and took off his clothes. Damien ripped off her panties and removed her bra from her shoulders and placed a hot and sensual kissed. For some reason Maya didn't seem to resist him but kept still. He turned off the lights. The room was filled with gasps and screams as he was pushing himself inside her showing no care for the pain but was consumed by the pleasure when he kept going.