Drive Me Crazy With Love

Chapter 3: A Star

A Star

Evie thought that Ben was a handsome man. She observed him well, and he didn't seem to be fond of talking too much, which worked in her favor because she was not here for a long conversation either.

"And what's yours?" He asked after drinking from his bottle and waiting for Evie to tell him her name.

She copied him and took a sip. She's nervous about the situation, but not about the man.

"You can call me Evie."

After hearing her response, Ben's eyes went back to the bottle he was holding, and he took a swig. The air between them filled with tension, but not enough to ruin the moment.

Ben guided her to the living area, and she saw an elegant beige sofa with soft cushions. She noticed small glass trays on the table where bottles were probably placed, and they sat beside each other.

"So Evie, what brought you here in Las Vegas?" Ben asked her and took another bottle of beer before opening it and handing it to her. He leaned back on the sofa, his eyes never leaving his visitor.

"Broken heart, I guess," Evie replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Ben did not ask anymore because, for him, the answer was enough to get to know the woman. Because Evie doesn't look like the type of woman who spends a night with a stranger.

"I'm here on business, and I won't stay for long."

Evie guessed he was not an ordinary businessman because he was staying in an apartment and not a hotel, but she didn't pry anymore. Even though they are strangers to each other, they couldn't feel any tension between them. They drank in a comfortable silence, and there was no need for any conversation between them.

Ben approached Evie and stared at her. She looked so beautiful in his eyes. His eyes trailed down her body when her thighs were exposed to his eyes when she moved. He was not a man who played around with women, but this time, he agreed. The woman was right there with him, beside him, and he had no information about her, but at that moment, that wasn't important.

Maybe after that night, they would never meet again, so he found himself reaching out a hand to gently hold her chin. His eyes scanned the beautiful face he met in the nightclub and claimed her lips. Evie instantly reacted to the kiss, breathing and accelerating as she held his arm while her other hand was holding the cold bottle of beer. Her fingers teased his clothing, and she felt his hidden muscles, but her attention remained on his lips. The kiss was deep, but not in a hurry. They have the whole night to themselves, after all. Evie gently placed the bottle on the table, her hand finding the back of Ben's head and her cold fingers connecting with his skin.

Without taking his lips off her, Ben guided her head to lean on the sofa, and she let out a gasp when his hand began to explore her body. She sensually unbuttoned his shirt, and he threw it somewhere while his hands teased the hem of her dress until his hand crawled inside.

Evie's small hands explored Ben's flat yet toned stomach while his hand was placed on top of her chest. Without her dress in the way, he was free to fondle her breasts through the bra she was wearing.

With his knee between her legs, he started to unzip his slacks. The action looked so sensual in Evie's eyes. He then removed his boxer, and she gasped when his snake sprung as if it were glad to be freed. He took a condom from somewhere; Evie didn't care, and she watched as he ripped it using his teeth. Ben positioned himself between her and yanked down her lace pants, exposing everything to his eyes. Evie's eyes fell open, her eyes darkening when his veiny hands trailed from her stomach until he reached her bra and freed her C-cup breasts. He admired her pinkish n*****s, and she whimpered when he teased them with his thick fingers. Ben looked at her intently, as if asking for permission, and she nodded her head. There is no turning back now.

Evie moaned when he slowly and gently buried himself deep inside her. Their lips found each other in a rough kiss until their lips were swollen and Ben began to move. The comfortable tension earlier was now replaced by thick s****l tension between two strangers. She tried to match his pace until her back arched and her body shook in the aftermath of her end.

Ben carried her tired body in his arms, and he took her to his room. It was almost as big as her current apartment. The walls are dark, and the tiles are light. It has a huge window that doesn't need a curtain, thanks to its quality. She can see the moon lighting the city that never sleeps.

That night, when she was determined to sleep with a stranger, Evie experienced mind-blowing s*x from a man whose only name she knew. Their tired bodies lay on the huge bed as they stared into nothingness, without any regret on their faces.

The next morning, when she woke up, Evie realized that what happened was not a dream. The sun had yet to rise, but she stood up, her eyes finding the man with only a blanket hiding his naked body from sight.

She picked up her clothes and put them on. She found a piece of paper in her bag and a pen. She scribbled 'Thank you, I had fun' on it and placed it on the bedside table where he'd see it.

With her heels around her fingers, she left the place without making any sound, with the thought of never seeing the man again.