Accidental Desire

FOUR YEARS AGO. Bethany slammed the door shut, ignoring the pleas and the voices behind her as tears flowed down her cheeks. She entered her car and locked the doors before resting her head on the steering wheel, crying hard as the scenes from earlier flashed in her head all over again. The veins in her hands almost popped out from how hard she was tightening her fists. She hit the steering wheel and cried out. Never in her life did she imagine that something like this would happen to her. Her best friend and boyfriend of six years. In bed… Having s*x… She was engaged to Philemon just a few months ago. They had called each other last night, talking about how excited they both were for their wedding plans and married lives that were coming soon. Then what exactly was this mess up? Why did he have to betray her like this? With Salome? She was the least person she had ever imagined would do this to her. A guy suddenly pulled up to her window and knocked on it so many times hysterically. He looked disheveled, and he was half-naked. He seemed to be in a rush and was trying his best to get Bethany to listen to him, but he had no access to her. She was resting her head on the wheel, not sparing him a glance, but he was determined to get her attention. “Bethany, please listen to me.” “Bethany, please open the window. I am so sorry. Please. Open the window. I am sorry. It was a mistake. I thought it was you. I swear.” All his pleas fell on deaf ears. She turned on the car’s engine and zoomed off. He tried chasing after her, not minding the fact that he was almost naked, but he could not keep up with the speed and was so, left behind. Bethany looked at the side mirror with tears as she drove, the blurry image of Philemon slowly disappearing due to distance. As she continued driving, she cried bitterly. With nowhere and no one else to go to for comfort, she drove to the one place that she could get all of these off her mind. . . . “Your ID card?” the tough-looking bouncer asked her as soon as it got to her turn to enter, and she pulled it out to show him before she was allowed in. There was a sudden blast of music that seemed to be the people’s favourite, as there was an uproar of karaoke. Bethany sat on a small couch provided in a corner, and a waiter approached her. “Would you like something to drink, ma’am?” Bethany nodded, “Get me your strongest liquor,” she ordered. The waiter was stunned to hear this and did not leave immediately. He was in disbelief hearing a lady request their strongest. Even a man who had requested it last night had passed out after two tries and ended up in the hospital. Bethany, noticing that he was still in front of her, creased her brows and demonstrated with her hand. “Did you not hear me?” The waiter chuckled and shook his head, “I am sorry, ma’am. I just thought I misheard. I will be right back.” he took his leave, and Bethany sighed before resting her upper body comfortably on the couch. She was less concerned about her environment, about the two men who were smashing each other just right next to her, or even the young lady who was sitting on a man’s lap in a way that one could know she was getting hit on, from beneath. The waiter came back with the drink and served it to her. He gave a last look of concern before leaving. Bethany was unbothered. She was just going to drink a little to clear her mind, and that would be all. She opened her well-packaged liquor and poured herself a drink. A cup first… Then another cup… And then another small cup… Until she was lost in the quantity and just kept chugging it down her throat in grief. “This next song is for those who recently got their heart broken,” the DJ announced over the mic, and a few screams were heard. “Don’t mind that bitchy partner. Tonight, you are going to curse that shithead and make them know that they don’t rule you and you can have a better life without them. Have fun tonight, darlings, and don’t let anything or anyone ruin it. You are free now. Enjoy it. Can I get a hell yeah???” “HELL YEAH!!!” Bethany joined in the screaming, full drunk. “Go ahead and match up with someone.” The DJ said and increased the beat of the song, which made the whole club go crazy again. Bethany danced drunkenly, hitting one person and then another, causing a lot of trouble. “Hey, pretty lady.” A guy reached out to her, holding her wrists to get her steady, but it wasn’t working as she was swaying from side to side. “Seems like you have a lot to get off your chest tonight, why don’t you let me help you?” he smiled at her, showing all his thirty-two teeth, and she returned the gesture. “You look like you can please me, but…” she burped and then continued, “I want to have more fun. My ex is a bastard. He betrayed me. I caught him sleeping with my best friend…” “Yeah, yeah, whatever. That is not a new thing. You can make him regret it. I can give you a whole lot of pleasure that you’ve never experienced…” Bethany started crying, and this confused the man. She was wailing so hard as she shouted back the lyrics of Stay High by Tove Lo. The man looked around frantically. He really wanted to get into bed with her without much hesitation. Seeing as everyone was busy and no one was even paying them any attention, he grabbed her arm and proceeded to pull her out of there. But his attempt was suddenly interrupted by another man who appeared tougher than him. “Hey, who are you? What are you doing? You are getting in my way.” The stranger did not utter a reply but instead grabbed Bethany by her other arm and pulled her by force towards himself. To prevent her from swaying further, he held her by the waist. The first man looked displeased by what had just happened and was going to fight about it. “Hey! You can’t just do something like that. She is mine.” “Shut the f**k up and move along before I make you question your existence.” the stranger threatened through his teeth while still maintaining eye contact with the man who had no choice but to leave. The stranger looked at another lady who was just standing, not quite far from him. She stomped her foot against the ground before turning around to leave angrily. The stranger sighed and looked at the woman in his arms, who wouldn’t stop crying and talking at the same time. What was wrong with her? He looked around for her boyfriend, but he stopped when she shouted that he had cheated on her. That explained it. “Bethany, listen to me. Where is your phone? Where are your things?” She was barely listening to him and was only crying. He got fed up. The waiter from earlier approached them and handed the things to him as he had been watching them for a while. “Do you know her, Mr Carter?” he asked. “Yeah, her boyfr…ex-boyfriend works in my company.” “Ah, I see. She came here requesting our strongest liquor…” “f**k it. Please, tell me you didn’t give her…” The waiter smiled as he shook his head, “I would be a fool to do such. I gave her the usual.” “Thank you. I will take care of her.” The waiter nodded and went back to his duty post while Carter dragged the drunk woman out with him. He managed to put her inside his car before taking the driver’s seat. “Did you bring your car?” She nodded, and he sighed as he looked at the numerous cars parked outside. It was going to be pointless asking her which of the cars was hers. She could come back to look for it when she regains consciousness, so he drove out of the area. By the time they arrived at his penthouse, she was already lightheaded, but still would not walk straight. Carter carried her into the bathroom and turned the shower on. She resisted the water, trying to fight off the coldness, but he was too strong for her. He just turned her around and held her firm by the arms as she got fully wet by the shower for a few minutes before he turned it off. He stared at her for a while as she tried to get herself together. Her gown was soaked and was clinging to her body. Her hair was damp, and her makeup had washed off, too. She slowly raised her head to look him in the eyes, fully recognizing him that moment. “Are you alright now?” he asked her, and she nodded. “Thank God,” he whispered in relief and stretched to pick up a towel, which he gave her. “You can fully take a shower and come out. I will get something for you to wear.” Bethany stared at the closed door for a while and then at the towel before turning on the shower. By the time she was out, she saw him enter the bedroom, holding a tray with a steaming hot cup. The bedroom was quite big. “You’re done,” he said, more of a statement than a question as he put the tray down and picked up a huge shirt. “I am sorry. Uhm, I don’t have a lady's clothes with me, but this is quite big. It should fit you just well.” He said as he showed her before moving closer to give her the shirt. Bethany didn’t say a word in return. Instead, she did the most unpredictable thing ever. She took off the towel, allowing it to slide down her body to the tiled ground, revealing her nakedness. Carter paused as his eyes, uncontrollably, lowered themselves down, taking a full view of her soft and petite body. He gulped as he shakily brought his eyes back to her face. He blinked as many times as he could to get a hold of himself. Even though the room wasn’t that bright, he could still see everything. His hold on the shirt tightened as he tried to make his brain start functioning again. “What are you doing?” She moved closer to him, and just when they were only a few inches apart from each other, she tiptoed and kissed him sensually, taking the lead for a few seconds before she stopped. She retracted and looked into his eyes, seeing his resolve get all broken. Then she trailed her kisses up to his ear, which she bit softly before whispering, “I want you to make love to me.” The shirt Carter was holding fell to the ground instantly as his eyes widened.