Taming Him with My Innocence

chapter 7 Blur

Once he whispered in my ear, I felt an electrical sensation. He held my hand and said, "I have never seen such an innocent response from a girl; you are something." He asked what your room number was, and I replied, "It's 403."

He sighed near my ear and turned me around to face him. His big hand was on my waist and squeezed me towards him. He said, "If you don't mind this, does that mean I can continue?" My mind was filled with thoughts I shouldn't have. I stared at his slim lips as if I wanted them to be on mine.

He slid his hands down my back. I didn't want to think anymore. This was not what I had expected.

I don't know how I am allowing it to happen, but it is happening.

He bent over and touched my neck delicately with his fingers. He was an inch away from my face. He was about to kiss my lips, I could feel his breath on my upper lip, my ni**les hardend. I guess they are pointing out from my white dress, I don't care anymore, Right now, i just want to kiss this strange man before me, I want him to devour me.

That's when my dad interrupted. He was visibly angry, and his angry tone was uncontrollable. He grabbed me by my hand, separating us. He stated, "I don't know who you are, but stay away from my daughter," directing his words towards him.

I realized I had told him about myself, but I hadn't even asked his name, age, or anything.

He must be a playboy, sleeping around with women. I might be just one of many.He gave a smirk to my dad and then left. As we left that place, I could feel his stare on my back.

My dad left me in my room and said, "I will be watching you during our stay. Don't you dare meet that man again!" And as I was about to open my mouth to explain myself, he stormed out of my room.

I was so foolish, allowing him to embrace me like that, but it felt good. My guilt is eating me. His fingers felt good on me. I hope I will meet him again,or maybe this is it.

but at the same time, I remember what my dad said. My dad is generally a soft-spoken and kind person; I have never seen him this angry in public.

I should not let my emotions take control over me. I should be strong. I went to bed to get some sleep, but the incident kept replaying in my mind. The next day, I woke up and got ready. I didn't know what I was getting ready for. I wore a pink and white checkered floor-length dress with some cute pink pump heels. I wore a baby pink ribbon 🎀 to tie my hair.

I was looking so cute. I have no energy left; I have to eat. I went outside my room to have breakfast.

I haven't had a single thing in my stomach since yesterday. I have to go down four floors, and the elevator is not functioning. I had to take the stairs. I am generally clumsy and fall often; my legs have a lot of bruises from falls.

I should be careful and not make a fool of myself in front of this royal hotel staff.

If I fall from this height, I will definitely die.

I carefully began getting down the remaining three floors. This is the last floor. I saw a familiar man's silhouette at the end of the stairs.

He was talking with some of the hotel staff, and wouldn't you know it? My own two feet decided to betray me! I didn't quite plant one of them properly on the step, and then, horror of horrors, my lovely dress got all tangled up under my shoe. Before I could even yelp, my ankle went all wonky – a sickening little twist – and then, whoosh!

My descent down the stairs was less of a walk and more of a slow, uncontrolled slide, each step a reminder of my earlier foolishness.

He saw me sliding and ran towards me. He stopped me with his hands, and I was brought to a halt in a truly, deeply awkward position. My knees were scratched during the fall, and he couldn't help but see the pink panties I was wearing underneath. He was positioned between my legs as I instinctively tried to cover myself quickly. He then noticed my hands, all scratched up and beginning to bleed slowly. he turned, and he had ordered the hotel staff to bring a first aid kit. Even though I had just fallen, I was undeniably glad to see him and his concerned face. He gently held me, helped me sit up properly, and asked, "Are you okay?"

The staff brought the first aid kit. He cleaned my wounds, applied antiseptic and ointment, and then inquired, "Are you hurt anywhere else?" I told him my knees hurt.

He wanted to check and slowly lifted my dress. I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. "Ahh!" I exclaimed. He blushed, and I could see his ears turning red. He remained so calm as he began to treat the wounds on my knees. He gently inspected my ankle. I realized I might not be able to get to my room now, as the elevator was out of order, and I would have to climb the stairs again. Suddenly, he lifted me up with his strong hands and carried me princess-style. I felt like I was floating. He asked, "403, right?" I mumbled, "Ummm, yes." He began climbing up the stairs, muttering under his breath, "Let's go."

To be continued....