Chapter 2 - Second Encounter
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“Fancy meeting you here, Miss Strong.” Andres took a sip from the glass he was holding while gazing at the woman beside her.
Since they moved in the same circles, it was not really a surprise to see the head of Strong in business events such as this. In the past, they did not even glance at each other, so perhaps it was indeed a wonder not just for him but for others to see them standing side by side.
“Is it, Mister Yun?” She looked at him and subtly rolled her eyes.
Andres almost chuckled at her action but he restrained himself. “I haven’t seen you for quite a while so indeed it is surprising.”
She took a sip from her glass and faced him. “I was busy grieving, Mister Yun.”
“Are you done grieving now?” His eyebrow arched.
“What is it to you?”
“I am also grieving. Maybe we can comfort each other.” He snorted. “Let’s start by giving back to us what you stole.”
She sighed. “f**k off, Andres.”
“Ahh…” He drawled, “I can f**k off if you return what you stole, or I can f**k you and your company to the ground.”
She caught her breath and her eyes widened at his words. There was something in the way he said those words that made the threat lethal.
Andres slowly ran his gaze from her head to foot. No doubt that Zoey Strong was incredibly beautiful. He knew she was beautiful even then, but he never really minded it. After all, if he was not mistaken, they had an eight year gap. Aside from their families being enemies, even if they moved around the same circles, he had his own clique and she had hers.
But now, him being thirty five and she being twenty seven made the gap seem short. He openly saved her image in his mind. She was petite compared to him and she was slender compared to his lean form. Her face was like a porcelain doll with her large eyes, small nose, and cherry lips. The lips he tasted last night.
Fuck.
“You are not my type.”
His mind was muddled from the previous night’s memories that he didn’t clearly hear her. “What’s that, Miss Strong?”
“I said you are not my type.” She sniffed. “Your perfume makes me gag. I prefer men who are…” It was her who looked at him from head to foot this time.
“What?” His interest shone through the thick eyeglasses that he wore.
“Neat.” And with that, she slowly walked away.
He took a sip from his glasses as he watched her. ‘See you tonight,’ he thought.
**
“You are indeed real!” Zoey gasped as she saw the masked man come into her bedroom.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
The masked man seemed to ponder for a second before he replied, “Because you asked me to.”
Her heart raced a couple of beats when she heard his reply. She did not know how to answer that. Instead, she tapped the area beside her, urging him to sit. And when he did, her senses flared up. There was something in this tall man that made all her cells tingle.
“You smell good,” she whispered softly. “Like cherries.”
“I like cherries.”
“Oh.” Her gaze probed him to speak more but he did not. He only watched her intently, which made her feel embarrassed. “Are you not suffocated with your whole face mask?” She stared at his three-hole balaclava.
“No.”
“This is awkward,” she sighed.
“Why?”
“There was a huge percentage in me that believed that last night was a lucid dream.”
“It was not.”
“Obviously, Mister Balaclava.” She glared at him. “Geez, you are not good at word foreplay.”
His lips moved as if he was smiling.
She noticed that his lips were beautiful - it was like a heart shape when she looked at his profile. Her heart thumped when she remembered how those pair of lips made her wild with ecstasy.
“My favorite is eating grapes.”
“Pardon?” Her brows knitted together.
“I said aside from eating you, my favorite is eating grapes.”
She felt that her love juices went gushing from his words alone that she was just able to choke, “Oh!”
“Want me to show you?” His voice was raspy.
If her parents were still alive, she would not dare do this. She would not even dare to buy a villa in the middle of nowhere. But her parents were not here anymore, only the loneliness and the longing were clinging to her every single day.
She grew up being pampered and loved. That was why she also died when her parents passed away. Maybe she was a coward for not taking her own life after their funeral. Even working hard for the company her parents left did not spark an interest for her to live. She could not even bring herself to a therapist to guide her with her grief. She saw it as pointless. The loneliness she felt was excruciatingly painful and this man - this man seemed to create a spark within her.
Drowning in passion with him seemed the right answer for her at this time.
“Y-yes… show me how you like to eat your grapes.”
He grabbed her milky shoulders gently and took off her lingerie straps, brushing his hands on the area. Their gazes met, probing, wanting to know what the other wanted. He let her lean on the headboard. And without second thoughts, he ripped her white lingerie off.
The coldness hit her skin as he tore the fabric from her, making her n*****s hardened. Still, she did not dare utter a sound. When he ran his forefinger from her navel to the middle of her chest, she still resisted from whimpering.
“Your skin is so soft…” he murmured as he drew circles around her breast. She tried to wiggle but he slapped her skin gently to distract her. “Watch,” he commanded, and her eyes followed as he retrieved his hand from her body and put two fingers on his mouth. He then put the wet fingers on her n*****s. She arched her body as she felt the wetness as he brushed her peaks gently.
“You like that? How about this one…” He then lowered his head on her left breast and flicked her n****e with his tongue. “This is how I eat grapes. I first lick it and gently bite it.” He playfully bit the peak between his teeth. “After having a small taste, I eat it to my heart’s content.” He sucked fervently that shocked her.
Oh God! Her head was dizzy by the sensation she was experiencing that she wanted to protest when he suddenly stopped. He chuckled as he saw the objection in her eyes. “Don’t worry there’s more.”
He planted a few kisses on her breasts before gently moving downwards until he was gazing at her pubis. “You are soaking,” he announced before he tore off her lacy underwear. He gasped as he saw the liquid glistening on her labia despite the dimness of the surroundings. He was rock hard now, but he had to control himself. He was not in the position to hasten everything.
He blew her p***y gently, and he could feel the ripple in her leg muscles. She was quivering. He looked at her and was amazed that she was gazing at him with so much passion and confusion in her eyes. He chuckled, “Remember what I told you earlier about how I want my favorite fruit to be savored?” He swore he could hear her gasp and her body arched in reply.
He devoured her the way he liked to eat his grapes. This time, his mouth, teeth, and tongue focused on her centermost part, making her squeal in surprise. He spread her legs widely while she cradled his head between her hands, and thrusted her hips towards him, guiding him how she liked to be eaten.
“Delicious?” she gasped.
He moved and cupped her face. Their gazes met and before any words were uttered, he planted his lips on hers.
This was different.
This was their first kiss together.
He licked her upper lip, asking for permission to enter. She sucked his lower lip in return. Their breaths mingled as their tongues danced in a rhythmic pattern. She could hear herself moan when he tried to suck her tongue. She also could hear him groan when she playfully bit his tongue. She tasted herself in him, and she never realized that it could be so erotic.
“You know what I like?” she asked in between their tongue dance.
“Hmmm…”
“I like lollipops…”
He stopped kissing and looked at her with wonder.
“I want to suck you like how I relish my lollipops, but I don’t have any experience at all…” She looked at his wet lips. “C-can you teach me?”
He looked at her heatedly without saying a word. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her neck and planted a hard kiss on her lips as if his life depended on it.
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