All Is Fair In Love and Law

One mighty fine ride.

"I would think that you are the one trying to get my attention." The alcohol made me bold, I knew it but screw it. I wasn't going to see this man after tonight.

He let out a light chuckle and I found myself smiling slightly, against my will. "Ahh, of course you would think so, little one." He took a sip of his drink before turning to face me, his gaze observed me, almost as if he was taking me in, but I did not feel self-conscious in the least.

''So, what's your story?'' he asked after a few moments of silence. ''Running away from the alter, rediscovering yourself or just taking some time off to reset?'' He asked, placing his palms behind him against the damp sand.

I didn't look at him. His appearance was much too striking to look at and not become flustered. I was safer to merely look forward as I spoke and carried out this conversation.

''Now, why would I tell you my reason for being here? I mean you are a stranger after all.'' I said with playful sarcasm and he let out a laugh at that. The throaty sound of which I felt vibrating within myself.

''You really have no idea who I am, do you? I'm not sure if I should be delighted or offended by that.'' I shook my head and he tilted his face slightly causing the light from the lanterns to dance in his eyes making flecks of gold around his pupil.

Just then, a waitress with chocolatey brown hair stopped in front of us with a tray of more drinks. I reached for another my glass and, yes, I had lost count of how many it had been but I felt like I needed the alcohol if I was to be in the company of this man.

''Put it on my tab.'' He said in a business-like tone. It was interesting to watch how his facial features and demeanour altered from laid back to formal in the blink of an eye. The waitress nodded, flashing him a huge smile, before she sauntered of.

''You know, I think it's actually a good thing that I am unaware of your identity.'' He raised a brow at that and I nodded indicating that he had heard right.

''Oh, and why would that be?'' He asked.

I downed the last bit of my drink. I was probably going to fall asleep on the sand and wake up with severe sun burn. There was no way I was getting back to my room with this much alcohol in my system.

''Because then maybe I would feel the need to smile at you as widely as her.'' I motioned with my head to the waitress who was now serving the group of people next to us. ''But now that I am oblivious, I don't have to care in the least. I guess ignorance really is bliss sometimes.''

''Or the need to not spill your drinks on me.'' He said with a smirk. I was unsure that it was even the same person that incident had happened with. The man was infuriated about it at the time but here he was, using it as a means of poking fun at me.

''The first time was entirely your fault!'' He laughed at my defensive tone. Maybe he had a personality disorder or something similar to that.

It was exactly three minutes to midnight. I watched as the resort staff stood a good few yards away, where the display was to take place, eagerly awaiting for the count down. People were now settling in. Friends were gathering close together while couples were tucked in each others embrace.

''I take it you are here alone.'' I said to the man who was still relaxed next to me.

''That is not true in the slightest.'' He said. ''I'm here with you.'' I paused for a moment in confusion. I did not know what to make of this man at all. On one hand, I initially thought him to be the most obnoxious person I have ever met but, here, now, he seemed like he was trying to be charming.

I shrugged, noticing how he evaded the question. ''Some random girl who you know nothing about. I could very likely be a con women or a serial killer.'' The man considered that for a second and then shook his head in, what looked like, disagreement.

''Nope. You are not a serial killer or a con women. I can tell.'' He said with utmost confidence. ''As for my not knowing who you are, I could very well say the same thing about you. Yet here you are spending the last few moments of this year with me. Someone you do not know.''

I pursed my lips, tilting my head slightly as I considered what he said. ''Touché. Let us leave it as two strangers who are enjoying each others company in this beautiful place.'' He smiled at that, raising his glass to be as he drank the last of his drink.

We were silent as everyone shouted out the count down and I was in utter awe of the display. It was colourful and big and never ending. Mr Madden was right. This was the best fireworks display I had ever seen in my short years of living.

The man beside me had not said anything but jus watched the fireworks in silence. It looked like he was savouring the moment or maybe the calm before the storm of the new year stressors. Whichever one of the it was, I would not know.

After the display had ended, one by one, people started to remove themselves from the beach and return to their suites. Me, on the other hand, felt stuck because I could not feel my legs and I was sure that if I tried to stand, I would just stumble back down again. So, I would have to wait until the man had left to retire for the evening.

He must have sensed my thoughts because his eyes kept darting to me and then back to the ocean again. I don't know that he was looking at because it was almost impossible to see the waves in the darkness of the night. If someone wanted to enjoy the ocean at this time, it would only be through the sound of the waves.

''You can leave if you want. It is getting quite late and I am not moving anytime soon.'' He did not say anything but his shoulders straightened when I spoke. That was the only indication that he had heard me.

The waitress was picking up a few bottles and the odd glass that was scattered about. She still had a tray in her hand and I spotted three shots. She saw me looking at them and took a few steps until she was in front of me. ''You can have them. These are going to go to waste either way.'' She said and I knew I was being stupid but I had another three six five, well four, days to be sober. I had the demanding and stressful year. One night of numbness would not be so bad.

I motioned for her to leave the tray, which she did, then walked away. Reaching for the first shot, my hands shook a little but not to the point of it being noticeable. ''You really shouldn't. You've already been slurring your words. If you have one of those, let alone three, you're going to either throw up your insides or pass out here.'' He said as if I didn't already know this and was very prepared for that. ''Or both.'' The man said slowly but the undertone of the challenge in his tone made me down the shot without a second thought.

I winced when it touched the back of my throat. It burned.. It was strong.. I was going to regret this so hard in the morning but that was future Gianna's problem. My eyes were shut for a moment, allowing the liquid to settle before I tackled the other two.

When I opened my eyes, the tray was no longer in front of me and neither was the man seated beside me. ''Gee meh b-buck my shoots!'' I tried to yell but my words were badly slurred. I knew that, at this point, I was borderline drunk.

A fact which hit much harder when I pushed my body up and forward to lunch and him. He simply side stepped and I stumbled before landing on my knees. My head was spinning, my vision was blurry but nothing too bad.

"Geez, what are you? An alcoholic? You barely have any self control!" The man said in an admonishing tone.

I shook my head, pretty sure that it was similar to a wet dog shaking it's head to dry off. "N-no, no- Lawyer. Isss haard wook. Stresssful." That was all I could manage to get out but he seemed to understand.

His deep green eyes, that had a judgemental edge to them, softened ever so slightly as understanding dawned onto him.

"Alright, girly. Let me help you to you room." He said dropping the shots to the floor and crouching down to help me.

I shook my head in protest. "That was no a request. I was not asking for your permission." He didn't didn't give me a second to catch a breath before he lifted me as if I weighted nothing and threw me over his shoulder.

The sudden movement made my head spin uncontrollably but I didn't feel sick. I groaned as I swayed until I spotted his well rounded buttock. It was too far got me to grab but I could stretch and manage to poke the upper most part of his derriere.

I felt him stiffen when I picked his butt cheek but then he laughed deeply and I poked him again. This time, he swatted my butt which he had a much greater access to!

I could no longer feel the cool breeze on my skin so I assumed we were in the lobby. "Please tell me that you have a little bit of sobriety that you remember your room number." He sounded like he was almost begging me to remember.

What was it? Four one three? Three one four? One four three? Three four one? One three four? Ughhh.

"Nevermind." He muttered and made a sharp turn. It wasn't long before I head a door open and then close behind us.

He walked a few more steps and I could no longer think about anything. My mind was dancing.. my thought were in knots and I was numb.

Without warning, I was flipped into a sitting position onto a soft couch. The motion caused my head to spin, my stomach to churn and it felt like I was about to pass out but it was so much more terrible.

I threw up.

On the expensive looking Egyptian threaded carpet.

And then I threw up again.

And then once more.

This was horrible. And embarrassing!

The man groaned before swearing under his breath. This had to be the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me. If I were going through this alone, it wouldn't have been so bad. But here, with this gorgeous looking man, it was as bad as it got.

"You're very handsome. You know that?" The man let out a chuckle while he bent down to fold the carpet over to hide the contents of my stomach.

He rose back to his feet and pulled out his phone. "This has got to be the most unbecoming situation under which I have received such a compliment." He said before speaking to someone on the phone to come and take care of this.

He reached for my hand and I swear I felt tiny currents of electricity jolt through my arm. His hand was warm, his hold was firm. He gently yanked me of the couch and guided me down the suites passage and into the bathroom.

The moment he removed his hands around my arms that he used to support my weight and guide me through the suite, my body swayed and almost fell. This wasn't the situation I wanted. I was happy being drunk and passed out on the beach!

The man let out an exhausted sigh and lifted me, again as if I were nothing but a feather, and left me to rest on the counter in between the twin sinks. I watched as he pulled open the shower door and turned the faucet on. He took a moment to adjust the temperature before walking back to stand in front of me.

I knew I needed to remove my clothes in order to shower. I could manage that much. It was standing up while doing so that messed me up. With my stomach drained of most of the alcohol, I would be a little better soon but right now, I wasn't.

"Do you need some help with getting undressed?" He asked, swallowing so hard, I caught his Adam's apple bob up and down.

I shook my head and instantly regretted it because I felt dizzy. "I'll be fine. It's just gaining balance that's the issue right now." He nodded then looked to the shower and back at me.

"There's a step in there that you can sit while you undress. You wouldn't need to do it standing up." He suggested and, right now, that was the best option.

The shower had done me some good. My speech had went back to normal and not nearly as slurred as it was an hour ago. By the time I decided to get out of the shower, I was feeling much better. My mouth was dry but a good amount of water would help.

I wrapped the towel under my arm and then realized something.

I didn't have any clothes. I peered out the small opened of the bathroom door and saw no one I sight neither could I hear anything. So, I carefully sauntered out and into the passage until I found a door. I knocked a few times but no answer came. It was empty. I could sit in there until I figured out where I'd get clothes from. Even a shirt. Anything.

I pushed the door open, got in and pressed the shut. I rested my forehead against the cool door for a second but before I could enjoy the slight relief it brought, I heard a groan from behind me.

I jumped and turned but that wasn't the best thing to do. There stood this handsome, breathtaking man standing in the middle of the room. He had not even the smallest stick of clothing on aside from the shirt he seemed to have in his hand.

We stood there. Neither one of us moving. It was brown eyes burning into emerald green ones. I let my gaze travel down and away from his face. He had muscular broad shoulders, that still had a few droplets of water there, which lead to a well-defined torso. I knew I should stop. I should turn and leave this room right now but my eyes were trapped in a trance and they gazed lower.. lower until his V-line lead to his manhood that stood proudly prominent. He was well endowed, no doubt.

My legs moved by their own accord, pulling me to him. He watched as I approached him, his eyes dark and focused on me. I stopped in front of him but my eyes travelled down to his manhood that seemed to have grown bigger. The sight of it sent a warmth in my lower abdomen.

I dropped the towel from my body and smiled proudly when he gasped. I didn't give him any time to do any analyzing of his own. I dropped to my knees and slowly took as much of him in my mouth.

"Fuck." He swore. My mouth moved back and forward, taking him more into my mouth with each glide. His hands crept into my hair, gripping it firmly as he f****d my mouth to his liking. I took him to the back of my throat, feeling him swell on my tongue and I nearly gagged but he pulled me away in time.

He yanked my hair until I was standing again. His face lowered to mine and he kissed me hard, his tongue delving in to meet mine. He was in complete control. My body was completely pressed against his now. He controlled the kiss, the pressure, the timing. He bit my lower lip as he pulled away.

He lifted me, his breath uneven like mine, and roughly threw me on the bed. I didn't even get a second to adjust myself before he pushed my knees apart until it met with the bed on either side of it. He stood at the end of the bed with me widely open for him. He ran his gaze across my body, I felt it heat me up from my face to my n*****s that were hard, to my legs but when his looked between my legs, at me completely bare and open to him, his hand tightened around my thighs.

He yanked me forward until I felt his tip tease at my entrance. I squirmed, wanting more and in one swift movement, he plunged into me. A scream escaped my lips and my body jerked when he just kept filling me in until it felt like there was no more space within me to contain him.

"f**k!" He groaned, his jaw clenched but he didn't move yet. I wiggled against him and smiled slyly when I felt him tense. His eyes met mine challenging me in some way and I bit my lip. In a moment, his face turned hard as he began to pound me, showing absolutely no mercy.

With each thrust I grew closer feeling him swell and when he grabbed my waist and thrust deeper in I cried as my body gave in and shattered into the most mind blowing c****x it had ever experience. He pulled out and spilled himself onto my stomach.

The room fell silent aside from put laboured breathing. We caught our breath and I turned to get up and leave but he bound by hands above my head. "I'm not f*****g done with you." He growled and I licked my lips.

He, effortlessly, flipped me into my stomach before grabbing my hips and pulling up so I was position onto my knees.