My Bartender Husband is a CEO

Chapter 3

Christopher POV

My name is Christopher Sterling. The young master of the Sterling family and CEO of Sterling Enterprises. Tonight, I was at Eclipse Nightclub, trying to forget the pressures of work with the noisy and sparkling atmosphere.

Actually, I rarely visit places like this, because in my own apartment there is a mini bar with a fairly complete collection of liquor. But tonight is different. Tonight, I wanted to forget for a moment all the burdens of thought and responsibility.

"Coming here once in a while is nothing to be ashamed of," I muttered with my glass of my favorite wine.

As I was enjoying my drink at the bar, I noticed a woman in a fancy ball gown that had been torn here and there, and her makeup was a mess. She looked like a wilted flower, losing its elegance in the midst of the sparkling night. She caught my eye, though I usually don't care for strangers.

"I'll approach her," I muttered again. I approached her and sat down beside her.

As I watched again, she began to babble incoherently. Her head was drooping on the bartender's table. I could see the deep sadness behind her troubled eyes. There was something that made me want to approach her, perhaps because her appearance contrasted with the atmosphere of the club tonight.

"You've drunk too much, Miss," I said to her after seeing her worsening condition.

She lifted her face, then looked at me with blinking eyes. Her index finger reached out to me and began to circle my face. I said nothing with my flat face. "You? Here?"

I moved his index finger away from my face. "Do you know me, Miss?" I asked in astonishment. This was obviously our first meeting.

"Oh, Garth. You've finally come to me," she mused.

I let out a long sigh. I thought she really knew me. "I'm not Garth," I muttered.

"Why did you do that to me when I love you so much," she said as she hugged me tightly. She nuzzled her nose against the juncture of my neck, trying to kiss me.

I smiled slightly. "You want to tease me, Miss," I said, returning her hug.

"Come on, Garth. I'm ready," she said.

For some reason, I, who was usually cold and indifferent, was interested in getting closer to her this time. Maybe she looks unique because of the dress she's wearing. In my eyes, she was like a bird flying out of a golden cage, seeking freedom in the crowd.

I tugged at one corner of my lips. "Would you like to come with me, Miss? We're going to have fun."

Holding me tightly, she said, "I'll go wherever you take me."

I left the nightclub for the hotel while carrying her. The nightclub was inside a 7-star hotel that was quite famous in Avalon City, called Luxe Royale Hotel.

Every step of my feet felt heavy, as if I was carrying an invisible emotional burden.

During the trip, she didn't stop babbling. I looked at her face, and realized that she had a very beautiful face. Like an angel who fell from heaven, but with wounded wings.

"Garth! Chloe! You're a couple of f*****g traitors!" Her rant could be heard clearly in my arms. "Hahaha... But I already repaid you. You deserve it. Hahaha...," After a satisfied laugh, the face of the woman still in my arms turned sad. "But my heart still hurts. Why did you do that to me when I love you so much?"

I furrowed my brow. It seemed like this woman was feeling the pain of being betrayed by her lover. Even though her face is very beautiful. I think her boyfriend is the stupidest man in the world.

"Garth? That seems to be the name of the stupid man who is this woman's lover," I muttered as I stepped towards the room I had booked. I checked into a room that wasn't too big.

Arriving at the door of the room, I quickly opened it and stepped inside. I laid her body down on the bed, but she didn't let go of her arms around my neck.

"Can you let me go, Miss? This is the most dangerous position," I said.

She broke down again with a little cry. "Why is Chloe the only thing you value?"

She tightened her embrace on me and nuzzled her nose into the intersection of my neck. Like a kitten looking for warmth, she seemed lost.

She didn't hesitate to kiss my face. As a normal man, her actions were very dangerous and succeeded in inviting my love passion. Like a fire ignited by a small ember, this feeling grew even more intense.

"Isn't this what you want? Come make love to me right now," she moaned. Her words were like a fast-spreading poison, making it harder and harder for me to restrain myself.

I'm not sure if I can hold myself back with every attack. Even now I was starting to get a little overwhelmed with this woman. Since the beginning, she has been a little uncontrollable. She managed to touch several sensitive spots on my body and that made me a little confused.

"You're drunk, Miss. Don't regret it when you sober up later," I said, trying to contain her madness. But my voice was like a whisper of wind that couldn't stop the storm of his madness.

"As long as you stay with me, then I won't regret it," he whispered in my ear seductively.

Second after second passed, I finally gave in. His actions earlier stirred up a turmoil of lovemaking desire in me that had to be resolved right now or else I would go crazy from holding back that desire. Both my eyes were misty with passion as well as my breathing was labored.

"Well, all this happened at your request, Miss. I hope you don't regret it and never blame me."

I laid down on her body and removed everything that was attached to her body as well as mine. She did not resist and acted even more violently. Like waves crashing against a reef, we were caught in a whirlpool of uncontrollable desire.

"Calm down, Dear. Don't rush like this. I'll make sure we float together," I said with a smirk on my lips. My words were like a promise made in the middle of a dark night.

I heard her sigh as I began to explore her innocent body. The sound provoked me even more.

I sink into her madness. By this time we were already struggling on the bed, until I reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore. "Let's do it now, darling," I said in a hoarse voice as I held back my growing desire.

As she screamed during my union, I began to realize something.

"Oh My God, she's still a virgin."

There was guilt, but there was also a sense of pride in me.

I started passionately f*****g her. Her inebriated state made her oblivious to everything I was doing to her.

The sounds of her moans and sighs made me feel like I was going crazy, especially since she was so special because I was the first man to touch her.

I can't back down anymore. I continued this madness even though I felt that the woman under my confinement seemed to be in pain. As the minutes passed, she began to relax, and it seemed like we were drifting together. Like two stars colliding in space, we sink into a whirlpool of emotions that burns the night.