JUST LET ME GO

Emily’s POV I felt his warm body beside me; his scent was so enticing tonight. The scent filled the air. My love hormones were surging, and I knew we were on the verge of an unforgettable night, a night of pleasure. I yearned for him to hold me close, to feel his tender touch. I just want very deep pen*tration tonight. It was my ovulation, and I craved intimacy. I really need it hot. Tonight was going to be extraordinary. I gently caressed his bare chest, feeling the hair on his chest. Lowered down, my lips brushing against his in a soft kiss. My dangling bro*bs were grazing his chest; it was a deliberate move. I knew it always turned him on. But to my surprise, he remained unmoved. My hand wandered down to his shorts, eager to grab his d**k and rub the glans, but he swiftly withdrew my hand. "Babe, why are you acting cold? I need you right now," I whispered, my voice laced with desire. This was unusual. Fred had never been so distant during our intimate moments. He's always active, ensuring he gives me maximum pleasure. Now I could feel his hand moving, and I was happy as I assumed he's finally awakened, ready to surrender to the foreplay. Whenever his hand moves like this, it's coming to caress my bo*bs. But I never knew tonight it had a different intention. That hand isn't coming to grab my b*obs as usual; instead, it reached for the light switch to switch on the light. As the room illuminated, I was met with the face of a stranger. I could clearly notice I had never met with him before. "This isn't Fred, my love," I thought, my mind racing. "He's lean, with dark hair and piercing brown eyes, unlike Fred, who's muscular, with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. His expression reveals no hint of s****l desire, despite sharing a bed with me all night." "Who are you?" I asked, confusion etched on my face. "I'm Bryan," he replied, his voice calm and collected, with a hint of calculation in his gaze. As I gazed into his eyes, my passion dissipated, replaced by unease. Every surge of s*x hormones in my blood checked back to their base. Just in a few seconds, my eyes scanned the luxurious room; everywhere was glittering like gold. Maybe the materials used were gold. Fred and I had never spent a night together in such a luxurious room and comfortable bed before. "How did I get in here with you?" I asked, desperate to know the events that brought us to lie on the same bed. "I took you into my car from the party and brought you here," he explained. "You're a stunning woman, and I didn't want any guy to take advantage of you. You were intoxicated. Is this how you usually get drunk?" Before I could answer his question, as he mentioned the party, you were drunk; I felt a wave of embarrassment and shame wash over me. I could recall that Jessica, my friend, had invited me to her elder sister's bachelorette party. "Emily, this time you're coming with me tonight to the party," Jessica had said, as we were keeping the house tidy for the guest earlier in the morning. "But you know I don't go to parties. I'd rather spend the night with Fred." She turned and looked at me, smiling. "I can see it in your eyes; you need him madly tonight,” she tickled me. “But you always have Fred with you. I know you don't usually attend parties, but just this night come with me; it's my sister's special night. Please, be there for me." I hesitated but couldn't resist her plea. Jessica has been my best friend, and I knew she'd do the same for me during my wedding with Fred. "Okay, I'll go with you," I finally agreed. "Good one, dear!" She exclaimed. Both of us smiled as she gave me a thumbs-up. I could still Remember that while we were at the party, I was initially hesitant, sitting and watching everyone rocking on the dance floor, lots of drinks, and really catching fun. Not that I wasn't feeling the vibe, but I don't take alcohol and was too shy to hump into the dance floor. "Come on, dear, have some fun!" Jessica handed me a drink. I wanted to feel among, so I collected the drink from her and began to sip it. Just in a few minutes, the shy woman stepped onto the dance floor and began to rock. Jessica and everyone who knew me were surprised I could dance so well. And they kept cheering me up. The last thing I remembered was asking Jessica for another drink. "No, I don't drink alcohol; it was my first time," I finally replied to Bryan. "You dance beautifully," he remarked. That compliment meant nothing to me anymore. I glanced at the time; it was 4:30 am on Sunday. My mind was consumed by the daunting task of explaining my situation to Fred. How would I explain to him I got into a room with a stranger? How can he believe me? He would have heard about how intoxicated I got with alcohol and my presence at the party. News spreads quickly in Willamette, Oregon; there's no way it wouldn't have hit his ears. He'll think I've messed up with a stranger. As I got up from the bed and dressed to leave, Bryan grasped my hand, his eyes locking onto mine. "You're captivating," he said, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I felt a surge of anxiety. This man, who had resisted my advances, now seemed interested. He could have f****d me all through the night, but he didn't. Was I not attractive enough to him? What did he truly want? "Sir, I.. I… appreciate your kindness in saving me from those boys at the party," I said, "but what do you want from me?" Bryan's response was cryptic. "The Brandon family from Lake Oswego will..." He paused, his eyes searching mine. "May I have your phone number?" I knew of the Brandons—a wealthy and influential family. Without a word, I walked out of the room, leaving Bryan and the luxurious mansion behind. As I stepped into the crisp morning air, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change forever. I had never been one for parties or drinking, but last night's exception had led to unforeseen consequences. This could be the end of Fred and me. We love each other so much. We've been together since childhood, and the thought of losing him was unbearable. I wouldn't want anything to tear us apart. I made my way home, replaying the events of the previous night. I had gone to the party with Jessica, met Bryan, and...the rest was a blur... No one will believe my own narrative of the story. As I walked, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had made a huge mistake taking alcohol. Just a little alcohol, and I'm in a mess. Bryan seems to be interested in me; should I have given him my phone number? What if Fred quits? I have lost both of them. Hmmm… no idea to handle the situation. No, I must do all I can to make Fred reason with me. He's my love. As I approached my house, I saw Fred waiting for me on the porch.