The Return of Mia

Episode 4

His voice, smooth as velvet with a hint of roughness, sends a shiver down my spine. This guy isn't just handsome; he's tall, and striking, with chiseled features and a certain bad-boy charm.

"Let me buy you a drink, Princess," he says with a smirk, his eyes never leaving mine. Ann calls me princess, and Jason calls me princess, but they never made it sound as enticing as this. I could devour him right here and now.

Stop it, Mia. No more dirty thoughts…

I shook my head, unable to tear my eyes away from him. "Please, be my guest," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Happily.” He winks and signals the bartender. “Aaron, give my princess whatever she wants, on me.” The bartender nods and he turns back to look at me, eyes twinkling with mischief now.

“You dance really well, Mi amor, couldn’t help but notice.” He compliments and I blush

“Yeah, couldn’t keep your eyes away from my ass, huh?” I tried to tease but his reply was straight to the point.

“Not even for a second. Was thinking what it’d look like after I smacked it.”

I immediately choke on my drink and he laughs out while bringing his chair closer and rubbing my back. “Sorry, princess. Didn’t mean to make you wet.”

Oh my God! Someone please hold me, I am about to do something unholy to this guy.

Suddenly, Ann appeared beside me, her eyes widening in recognition as she studied the handsome stranger before us. "I know this dude…I mean, I can't put my finger on it, but I swear I've seen you before," she exclaimed, her brow furrowed in concentration.

The man chuckled, his gaze never leaving mine, “I’ll be here when you figure it out,” he replied, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Right, princess?”

Ann’s mischievous grin widened as she approached me, her voice lowered to a whisper. “Well, princess” she teased “Where did you find this hottie?”

I shot her a warning look. “Cut it out,” I muttered under my breath, though it seemed the stranger overheard as he chuckled softly. Ann only smirked and patted me on the back. "Have fun, you two," she said, giving me a knowing wink before disappearing into the crowd.

Alone once more with the mysterious stranger, my heart raced with anticipation as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Shall we continue this conversation somewhere more private?" he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

Before I could gather my thoughts, the guy from earlier, the one I had danced with, stormed up to us, me precisely, hurling insults and accusations my way. My heart pounded with fear as he called me names and threatened to deal with me later once I’m outside the club. I tried to stand up for myself, but his aggression only escalated.

“Why’d you leave me hanging like that, huh?” he sneered, his words slurred with alcohol. “Desperate slut, thinking you’re too good for me?” His threats made my blood boil, and I shot back, refusing to back down.

“You asshole, is that anyway to speak to a lady?”

He snarled, raising his hand to strike me, but the stranger beside me intervened, catching his arm mid air, glaring at him down. “Don’t even dare.” he growled, his smooth velvety voice becoming rough and sharp. The drunk man winced as the stranger twisted his arm behind his back, and I watched as the man screamed in pain, tapping at the hands of the stranger to release him, but he only smirks

“You lay a finger on her again,” he leaned in, a dangerous look in his eye. “And you’ll wish you never had hands.”

The drunk man’s eyes widened in fear as he nodded frantically, his words slurred and panicked. “I-I won’t touch her, I swear!”

The stranger released his grip, and the drunk man stumbled away, clutching his arm in pain. I watched in disbelief, grateful for the stranger’s intervention but also taken aback by his forcefulness.

Without a word, I took his hand and allowed him to lead me upstairs, l knew what this was going to lead to but at this point, I had hand no f***s left to give. Jason sucked me dry and left me with nothing.

As the door to the private room closed behind us, the air immediately became tense, I was filled with anticipation, and the only sound was the heavy thud of my racing heart: of course, I was nervous!

I turned towards the stranger, his beautiful icy blue eyes staring back at me, the primal hunger in them making me wet in my knees. The stranger wasted no time in closing the distance between us, his hands reaching for the hem of my dress, his touch was electric, sending sparks dancing across my skin as he slowly began to peel away the fabric, revealing inch by inch the bare contours of my skin. Every brush of his fingers against my skin ignited a fire within me, a primal need that burned with an intensity I had never experienced before, even with Jason. No, f**k Jason.

“I want you, darling,” he murmured, his lips tracing a path from my neck to the top of my nose. “You can’t imagine the restraint it took not to cut off the hands of the guy who was dancing with you earlier, Mi amor, No f*****g idea.” He let go of his and on my clothing as the last of it fell away.

I swallowed, did this guy just use two endearments in one line just for me? As the last of my clothing fell away, I stood before him completely exposed, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited with bated breath for his next move. With a hunger that matched my own, his lips descended upon mine in a searing kiss, his tongue probing hungrily as he explored every inch of my mouth with a desire that left me breathless and wanting more of him.

His hands roamed freely over my body, tracing the curves of my hips to my breast, finally stopping on my n*****s and pinching them, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

With a low growl, the stranger lifted me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me to the bed. As he laid me down on the soft mattress, I arched my back, my body humming with the anticipation of what was to come. He looked down at me, his icy blue eyes now dark with hunger “You sure you want me in you, princess?”

“Yes…please,” I wanted him so much it hurt. Right now there was no room for hesitation.

“Good girl” He smiled and began to explore my naked body with his lips, tracing a path of fire across my skin, leaving a trail of searing kisses in their wake as he worshipped every inch of me with a passion that one could mistake for love. Except I knew better. It was an obsession, and I didn’t care: I didn’t want to care.

With a tenderness that belied the intensity of his desire, Logan began to explore my body with a reverence that stole my breath away. His lips traced a path of fire across my skin, leaving a trail of searing kisses in their wake as he worshipped every inch of me with a passion that bordered on obsession.

In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the raw unbridled passion that consumed both of us in its fiery embrace, our bodies merging into one in a symphony of pleasure that transcended into time and space.

Just then, the stranger entered me, leaving me gasping for breath, and I quickly surrendered myself to him. I was having too much pleasure to stop now, I wanted more of him in me. I wanted him to go deeper. He bent low and whispered in my ears “At this rate, baby girl, you’d feel me in you for days.”

****

I groan as the incessant ringing of my phone pierces through the fog of my hangover. Squinting against the morning light streaming through my window, I fumble for my phone on the bedside table. With a shaky hand and a throbbing head, I answered the call, bringing the device to my ear.

"Who the f**k is this?" I muttered, my voice rough from sleep.

“I know your guy!” Ann’s voice came through the line, loud and jarring, causing me to wince and pull the phone away from my ear. My head throbbed more.

"f*****g Christ, Ann, you're killing my ears," I groan, rubbing my temples.

"Hangover's a b***h, huh?" Ann retorted, her tone filled with amusement.

I rolled my eyes. "Tell me something I don't know." How did I even get home?

"This isn't a joke, Mia," Ann continued, her voice serious now “I know who your mystery guy is now. I knew I remembered him from somewhere.”

“Yeah, I felt like I knew him somewhere too, what’s your point.?” I sigh.

“Well, you aren’t wrong.” I hear shuffling “Go to Google and search Logan Kahan."

I sigh, feeling a sense of irritation crewing over me. My head was acting bad and all I wanted to do was sleep. “What’s your point, Ann?” I asked, my patience wearing thin.

“I wasn’t the one who asked you to get drunk, princess. So don’t you b***h at me and just do it, Mia.” Ann insisted.

With a resigned sigh, I opened my browser and typed in Logan Kahan’s name. As the search results loaded, my eyes widened in disbelief. There, staring back at me was the face of the man I had spent the night with – Logan Kahan, the billionaire extraordinaire.

“Oh, s**t,” I muttered under my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. How had I ended up in bed with one of the richest men in New York?

"Are you seeing this, Mia?" Ann's voice came through the phone, breaking me out of my stunned reverie.

"Yeah, I can f*****g see it," I replied, my mind racing with a million thoughts and questions.

"You need to figure out what happened last night, Mia," Ann urged, her tone serious.

Mia nodded, her mind already spinning with possibilities. How had she met Logan Kahan? What had happened between them? And most importantly, how did she get home?

I hung the call and stood up as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and tried to piece together the events of the previous night. Flashes of the club, the dance floor, and the handsome stranger flooded her mind,

“Oh my God!!” I screamed “I f*****g had s*x with him. I had s*x with Logan Kahan.”

Someone chuckles “Took you long enough to figure that out, huh?”

I turned to see who the perso

n was and there in the flesh was Logan Kahan, in my f*****g apartment. What the f**k was going on right now?