His Perfect Temptation

Chapter 14

Alfredo’s pov

I stood at the edge of my bed, I was lost in thought as I was gazing out the window.

The city lights twinkled along with the stars in the night sky, a reminder of the countless nights I'd spent chasing pleasure and avoiding commitments.

"Women come and go. They're not meant to stay. The sooner you understand that, the better." I'd learned that lesson the hard way...

A few nights ago I was in the same state but , my thoughts were interrupted by a voice back then. "Alfredo, I think I'm in love with you."

My head snapped toward the voice owner- Natalia, she moved closer with her hands reaching up to cradle my face. "You're the best man I've ever met, Alfredo."

A flicker of doubt rose within me. I'd heard those words before, and they always ended with the same phrase: "I wish I'd never met you."

I wasn't interested in hearing her declaration of love.

All I wanted was to have her right now, to feel her warmth.

My lips curled into a slow smile as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close.

My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her waist, and the swell of her hips. I could feel her heat radiating through her clothes.

I broke away from the kiss, my eyes locking onto hers as I reached for the hem of her dress. I pulled it up, my fingers brushing against her skin.

I lifted her dress over her head, revealing her lacy bra and panties. I groaned, my desire for her surging to the forefront. Her closed eyes opened slightly only holding nothing but pure lust.

I reached behind her, unhooking the bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, and I couldn't help but cup them in my hands, feeling their weight and warmth.

Natalia's hands found their way to my shirt, unbuttoning it with trembling fingers. I helped her, shrugging out of the garment and letting it fall to the floor.

I reached for her panties, sliding them down her legs and revealing her smooth, bare skin. She gazed up at me with a look of pure desire. I could see the hunger in her eyes, and I knew I was about to satisfy it.

Without another word, I swept her into my arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down on the soft sheets. I followed her down, my body covered hers.

Slowly my lips trailed from her neck down to her breasts, and her moans slowly rose, as my hands found her legs, and then I found it, and with that, I lowered myself in, completely. "arrgh" She groaned, and I could tell she felt it all filling her.

If there was a God, he truly created perfection between a woman's legs, everything was perfect, the warmth, the comfort, and the fact each woman felt different from the other.

Soon the fireworks ended. As we lay together, tired and entwined in each other's arms, I was enjoying the silence when Natalia spoke, joking near my ear. "You know, my colleague said I shouldn't go out with you."

"Oh? And why's that?" I asked filled with curiosity.

Natalia's laughter was like annoying little music. "They said you break hearts for fun." I almost hissed out loud, I was hoping for a more dramatic reason.

I chuckled, my fingers traced the curves of her face. "And what do you think?" I whispered.

" They are lies I think...if only they could see us now." She said like she was so sure.

I stood up and began to get dressed. Natalia's eyes followed me, with a hint of confusion and concern etched on her face.

"You should have listened to her, though," I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice sounding like fear crept in.

I didn't bother to elaborate. "You know what I mean, Natalia," I said. "You're an adult now, anyway."

I could sense her anger, but she said nothing. Instead, she watched as I finished dressing.

As I headed for the door, Natalia's voice stopped me. "Alfredo, you don't want to stay the night?" she asked, hoping that I would change my mind.

I turned to her, my expression softening slightly. "It's late, Natalia. And it's going to rain. We'll talk later, Natalia," I assured

With that, I turned and left, closing the door behind me. The sound of the rain hitting the pavement was the only sound that greeted me as I walked away.

Who knew that night was going to bite me in the ass.

I was sipping my drink at the bar days later when my drinking buddy, Martin, nudged me and pointed at a lady. "Check out that chick," he whispered.

I followed his gaze, and my eyes landed on her. My jaw dropped in amazement. "Who is she, Martin?" I asked, my curiosity heightened.

"Is she new?" I added, my hunter instinct kicking in with those words.

" No, she not!" He replied.

I turned to Martin, my eyes narrowing in disbelief "That's impossible," I said. "She has to be new."

Martin laughed. "She's not new, trust me," he said. "She has been here for weeks."

"Weeks?" I repeated, my mind reeling. "That's impossible. I would have noticed her."

Martin shrugged. "She's not exactly the type to draw attention to herself," he continued. "Plus, she never attends to our table. You're always too busy flirting with the new waitresses to notice the quiet ones."

Martin was right, I did tend to focus on the new and exciting. But there was something about this woman that had caught my attention.

"I want her to wait at our table, Martin. From now on?" I said, my eyes fixed on the mysterious woman, I could not help but feel this magnetic pull to her.

Martin raised an eyebrow, but before he could respond, Natalia appeared to take our order. My eyes flicked to Natalia, then back to the mysterious woman.

"Hey Nat, who's that female colleague of yours?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "She is meant to wait at our table."

Natalia followed my gaze. "Oh, you mean Camilla? She came to me and said you were around, and I should wait at the table instead."

"Nat, can you tell her to come over?" I asked

Natalia nodded and left, but Camilla seemed to ignore the request. I winked at Martin. "I guess she's the type you go to meet."

I got up and approached Camilla, "Hello. We asked for you specifically to wait at our table."

"Why?" she replied harshly, catching me off guard.

My brain seemed to betray me as I struggled to come up with a reason. "Why don't you want to wait at our table?" I countered.

. "Because I don't want to." She fired

I smirked, trying to regain my footing. "What if we make you?" I said with a hint of threat.

"Then I'd rather quit." She gestured sharply, removing her tag.

I was taken aback by her fury. What was she so mad about? She was acting like some crazy ex-girlfriend I'd had in the past, but this was the first time I'd ever laid eyes on her.

The manager appeared. "What's going on here, oh Mr Lopez"

"No problem, Mr. Hernandez. Just Miss Camilla here refusing to wait at our table."

The manager smiled. "Don't mind her, Camilla. Kindly host him and entertain him as long as he likes."

But Camilla's response was immediate and sharp. "No."

"I quit," she said, before turning on her heel and walking out.

Stunned. I'd never seen anyone quit their job on the spot like that. I could only follow suit