His Perfect Temptation

Tequila and desire…

Maliya’s pov

He was gone.

And he left with all I had to my name. An envelope was what he used to say his goodbyes.

A f*****g envelope.

Two weeks now and I've cried myself to sleep every night from the first day.

But I decided I wasn't about to let myself cry over an asshole like him tonight.

I gulped my fourth tequila shot and quickly licked the lime to melt the sharp bitterness.

Alcohol has always been my forte but it invariably took just a shot of tequila to get me on high heavens.

I was homeless now, broke, and worst of it all, my heart had been shattered.

You let him do this to you, Liya.

Camilla’s words rang in my head again for the umpteenth time. There was no one else to blame for this but myself.

I had been so lost in love that I married the devil, the one who had ended up destroying me.

Every night, I showed up at this bar, trying to find an escape from the plunging guilt I felt, but I always ended up drowning in my sorrows.

Tonight had to be different, the alcohol wasn't working, so maybe I should add some dancing to it.

I smiled as I felt the strong hit of the tequila kicking in and setting me in the right mood.

Damn him. Damn you Ferd!

“Sorry. Did you say something, miss?” The bartender asked.

I didn't realize I had said my thoughts aloud, I shook my head in dismissal and focused my mind on the rhythm the DJ played.

The sounds that buzzed from the speakers seemed to be doing the magic for me tonight as I made my way into the dance hall, swinging my hips, shaking my head, and whining my waist in excitement.

It felt like the life I have always been used to. The nightlife, the fun, the countless parties Ferd and I always attend together.

It felt so good to experience this again.

I heard cheers around me but I was too caught up in my moment of fun that I paid no attention to the cheers.

I felt more bodies joining mine and I couldn't care less until I turned to the far end of the club and found the most dashing eyes staring at me like I was his favorite meal.

His gaze was so far away, but I couldn’t miss the burning spark of desire in them.

It could be the alcohol or anything else but no one has ever looked at me that way.

Dark blue eyes, dark neatly cut hair, and striking features that exude authority and charm.

I was lost in his eyes, and this demigod seemed to be captivated by my entire existence just by the way he looked at me.

My heart skipped countless beats than I could count and I found myself losing balance.

For a moment, I felt the club remain still. Like It was just the us in this room, no sound of the music, no sound of the cheers around me, just us staring at only each other and ignoring everything else.

This moment and feeling aren't supposed to be happening, it has to be the four shots of tequila that have corrupted my senses

I've never had eyes for anyone else but Ferdinand Gomez but who said I couldn't have fun with some fling, even if I know it's the alcohol speaking?

Even better, because by morning it will all be forgotten. My intrusive thought whispered to me.

“You want another drink?” He asked me, and that was when I realized he had come closer.

That's so hot.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

This strange man was making me tongue-tied. I've never felt shy around anyone before, not even a man.

Why exactly am I stuttering? I cried out in my head.

Gather your thoughts, girl.

“I uhm. Nope. I've had enough drink for one night….”

“Oh.” Was all he said but his eyes never left mine. I immediately wanted a moment with just him.

I've never acted this crazy before, but there's got to be a first time.

“Uhm. My name is…..”

“Shhh. No words tonight.” I pulled him closer and before he could say another word, my lips found his.

In normal circumstances, his name would have been of importance, but this wasn’t any normal circumstance.

If anyone had told me that I would one day be kissing a total stranger that I met in a random bar, I would have told them they were lying and probably get them arrested for defamation of character.

But here I was, wrapped in the web of intense romance with this really hot stranger I met randomly in a bar.

I had no idea how we got into a room but we were in one now and I let the alcohol direct my every move.

There was something so commanding about his aura that made me want to take orders from him, which was strange, Maliya Alvarez never takes orders from anyone.

But Mr handsome here seemed to have all the right methods to drive me insane.

He trailed kisses all over my body, making gentle intense moves like no one has ever done.

I didn't want to stop now. I was so lost in the way he enticed me that I couldn't even think of stopping.

Again, it had to be the alcohol.

I didn't even get his name but every touch of his hands on my body and every feel of our skin together made me feel like I knew him.

He trailed kisses on my n*****s and my neck, not leaving part of me lacking in pleasure.

What pleased me even more were his groans that indicated I was driving him insane just as he was doing to me.

This was the realistic moment of bliss I've ever had.

But when I woke up the next morning, I was greeted by the biggest shock of my entire life.

Oh God! What have you done, Liya?