Chapter four
1120 Words
Khloe’s POV
I couldn’t sleep.
Even after the man,the one with the ice-blue eyes and that quiet, commanding energy,left the bar, I couldn't stop thinking about him.
About the way he walked. The way everyone fell silent when he entered. The way I did.
The clock blinked past midnight. Mia still hadn’t returned.
Not surprising.
I wrapped a thin shawl over my shoulders, the silk of my nightdress brushing against my thighs as I slipped on my slippers and stepped out of the room. The silence of the hallway wrapped around me like fog. Cool. Restless.
I didn’t know where I was going.
I just… needed air.
The pool glimmered under the moonlight like a mirror to the stars. A quiet wind blew across the water, rippling the surface gently. The whole area was empty,no music, no people, just the soft hum of Madrid night and the occasional rustle of palm leaves.
I sat at the edge of a lounge chair, pulling my shawl tighter around me. The nightdress I wore clung to me like a second skin. My legs stretched bare beneath the light fabric. I hadn’t dressed for company,but I hadn’t expected company either.
For a few quiet moments, I just breathed. Let the tension seep from my bones.
Until I felt it.
That stillness that wasn’t quite still.
A presence.
I turned my head slowly.
There he was.
The same man from the bar. The same magnetic stranger.
He stood a few feet away, watching me with those cold, piercing eyes. His blazer was gone now, leaving only his black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows. He looked like sin in human form, backlit by the moon.
Without a word, he walked toward me and sat on the lounge chair beside mine.
No introduction.
No request for permission.
He just… settled beside me, arms on the armrest, one leg folded over the other like he owned the night.
I raised a brow. “You always stalk women after bar fights?”
He didn’t smile, but his lips twitched with amusement. “Only the ones in red.”
I looked away, exhaling slowly. “You didn’t seem like the type to hang around hotels.”
“I don’t. But I couldn’t sleep either.”
A beat of silence passed.
“Your name?” he asked, eyes still on me.
I hesitated. Then, “Khloe.”
He nodded. “Beautiful name. And why are you here, Khloe?”
I turned toward the water, watching the way the moon dipped into its reflection. “To cool my mind. It’s been a long few days. My best friend’s out living her best life. I figured a little moonlight wouldn’t hurt.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Alone, in the middle of the night, in that dress? Dangerous.”
I looked back at him. “Are you dangerous?”
He leaned a little closer. “Very.”
My breath hitched slightly.
“And you?” he asked. “From Spain?”
I shook my head. “No. Just visiting. Needed space… distance.”
His eyes dropped to my lips for a beat before returning to mine. “You looked stunning in that red dress earlier.”
Something flared in my chest. Warmth. Or maybe the remnants of the wine.
“You noticed?” I asked softly.
“How could I not?” His voice was lower now. “Your lips looked tempting then.”
I swallowed.
My heart thudded. I should have stood. I should’ve walked away. But something in the air,charged and alive,held me there.
So I whispered, “Still think they’re tempting?”
His smile was slow and wicked. “Is that a dare, Khloe?”
I leaned closer, narrowing the space between us. “Maybe it is.”
He moved faster than I expected.
One arm slid around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. The other cupped my jaw gently, tilting my head back as his mouth claimed mine.
His lips were warm. Demanding. And mine? Eager. Needy. The kiss was fire and silk, all at once. My hands found his chest, his heartbeat strong under my palms.
I melted into him.
He deepened the kiss, groaning softly against my mouth as if tasting something he hadn’t had in years. His hands roamed, possessive and slow, as though memorizing every inch of me.
Then he pulled back just enough to whisper, “Careful, Khloe. I might just slide into you right here on this bench.”
My stomach flipped.
The heat between my thighs pulsed with sharp desire. I shouldn’t want this. I didn’t even know his full name. But my body… my body didn’t care.
My fingers gripped his shirt. “Then maybe… maybe I want to be a sinner tonight.”
His eyes darkened.
“And tomorrow morning?” he asked, voice husky.
I met his gaze. “I’ll regret it. Probably. But tonight? I don’t care.”
His hand slid under the shawl, brushing my thigh. My breath caught as he lifted me slightly, adjusting me over his lap. His arousal pressed against me, thick and hard beneath the thin fabric separating us.
I kissed him again,hungry this time, frantic.
His hands gripped my waist. Mine tangled in his hair.
For a moment, the whole world fell away. There was no Colin. No Camille. No betrayal. No headlines. No shame.
Just heat. His lips. His hands. The thrill of losing control.
The wind whispered around us, carrying secrets into the night.
And I let myself drown in him.
I was breathing very fast by the time we both reached our c****x,his chest was heaving upward and downwards and sweat creased his forehead.
We both stayed quiet, neither of us saying anything, letting our chest and breathing do the communication.
“I hope I brought your utmost desires to reality?” He asked and I blushed. My mind drifted back to Colin and suddenly I couldn't even remember his touch anymore.
I liked it but it scared the hell out of me. How could I forget the feeling and touch of the man I've been with for five years and had s*x with almost every week? Kendrick typed quickly on his phone and in the next few minutes three guards came over to meet us.
“Boss, everything is ready.” One of the guards said and the next minute, Kendrick was whisking me into his arms. I froze.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying not to panic.
“Taking you to where you really belong.” He whispered and immediately I felt a little stingy on my arm.
“What…the f**k! You just inject….” And then it was a blackout.
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