Andrea:

The sound of the alarm clock woke me up, and immediately the strong headache came, a product of the drinks from last night. I had agreed to go to a farewell party for the Construction company where my father worked.

Although I didn't like Architecture, I thought it would be an honor to work with him. I had a degree in Administration, and held a secretarial position. I never liked leading, I liked simple jobs, I earned more than enough to live on and I was happy with that, I loved my life.

Until my father died, he was the only family I had, it was always the two of us against the world, I loved him. As his last wish, he wanted me to marry Nate. I thought he was a great guy, handsome, intelligent, his hair is light brown, green eyes and a sculpted body. It was obvious that he liked me, but I never felt anything for him.

Last night I let out all my sadness at that farewell party. Nate was with me all the time comforting me and wanting something more... but I wasn't in the mood for anything more. As for my father's last wish, I was still thinking about it, I didn't want to get married, maybe I could pay him back in another way.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water and an aspirin. Immediately my phone rang announcing a call, it only worsened my headache, and it was literal, it was Nate calling, I hung up without thinking.

A message came from him: "I hope you are well, I am here for anything you need... happy face and heart"

I felt a little bad for not having spoken to him, but I was depressed. I went into my father's room, went to his closet and hugged one of his shirts, still with his smell on it, I shed a tear and then another.

I cried like I couldn't cry in front of anyone else, I felt so alone, my father was my everything, and now I didn't have him with me...

Later …

I knew I had to get over it but not yet, I didn't want to face it. I went for a walk in the park, there were couples holding hands showing their love. Since I was little, I have always been a person with my feet firmly on the ground, I never fell in love with anyone, I had boyfriends, but that had never been my goal in life. But to be with my father and lead a happy life, and later start a family, give my father grandchildren. I just wanted to find the right one, but time ran out and I couldn't fulfill that promise for my father.

That pain came back to my chest, and I drowned it with the only thing that entered my system: alcohol. I entered the first bar I found, and it turned out to be VIP.

"Do you have a reservation?" said the burly man at the entrance.

"I just want to come in for a drink and have a good time," I'm sure I looked messy and listless.

"I'll sell you a ticket, it's xxxxx," said the guy. It was a bit expensive, but I didn't care, so I paid and went in. I made a stop in the bathroom and looked in the mirror, I had a slight swelling in my eyelids. My blue eyes looked a little red, I had no makeup on, but I didn't care, I let my brown hair down and it fell in waves on my shoulders. The first thing I put on was a pair of short jean pants and a tight shirt, it was summer and this felt comfortable.

I went out to the dance floor, it was full of people and I just wanted to do something I had never done in my life, let myself be carried away by the sound of the music and dance with strangers.

Christopher:

It was a day like any other, always normal, without any excitement, until I saw her. She wasn't suitable for the place, her clothes weren't luxurious, but she was very beautiful, she swayed her hips to the rhythm of the music. Her short, tight pants only did things to my imagination.

She had her eyes closed when I approached, and as if knowing of my presence she opened her eyes, bewitched my soul with her amazing blue eyes, she opened her mouth a little and I wanted to kiss her fleshy, full lips. She looked somewhat surprised.

"Do you want to have a drink?" I said to her, she stopped dancing and I saw her a little nervous. I usually caused the opposite effect in women, they would throw themselves at me, but she just looked at me calculatingly, deciding what to do.

"I just want to be alone," she said this and walked away. I watched her from a distance and she started dancing with another guy, I knew at that moment that she would be mine.

Christopher:

I sat by the bar, watching her the whole time. She was dancing, but not smiling; she just wanted to let herself go. I noticed she seemed a little sad, and at that moment, I wanted to be something more to her, to know her life, her likes, everything about her, to support her in whatever she was going through.

Could it be an ex...fights with her parents?... I couldn't know. I surprised myself at how I reacted to her. I had never felt so attracted to a woman, such a strong desire to be with her, not just to make love to her, but to have her as my companion forever.

I saw her dancing with a guy; it seemed like she didn't even realize who she was dancing with. Without thinking, I got up from my seat and headed towards her.

Once I was close, I said to the guy, "She's my woman, back off." He raised his hands and just walked away smiling. With the sound of the music, it was impossible that he had heard me.

I put my hands on her hips and pressed myself against her backside. I lowered my head to her neck and inhaled her jasmine blossom scent.

She seemed to enjoy it until the music stopped, and she woke up to reality.

Andrea:

As I moved away from that handsome man, I couldn't help but imagine him dancing with me, and something more... but I wasn't here to hook up; it wouldn't be very respectful to my father, even though I know he would want me to go out, meet friends. I didn't do much of that in the past.

I was happy in my world, living in a bubble, and now I would have to face it. I found myself talking to strangers, even being touched. The air smelled of sweat, strong colognes, and citrus. But there was one scent that took me back home.

I was very aware that someone was dancing with me; he was right behind me, and he didn't stop touching me, my hips, abdomen, even inhaling my scent. I felt dizzy because of him; it was when he awakened my desire for a stranger. I was going to kiss him when the music stopped and brought me back to reality.

I walked away without looking back, but that earthy smell wouldn't go away. I stopped at the bar. I knew he was behind me, so I turned to look.

When I saw him, it was the same blond guy who had found me on the dance floor. "Hello, my name is Christopher," he said in a husky voice that did things inside me. "What do you want to drink? My treat." He didn't seem like a bad guy, but definitely someone with a lot of money. I could see it in his elegantly tailored suit, even though he was only wearing the shirt and tie, without the jacket. I imagined tying his hands. He raised his eyebrows and smiled. I realized I had been staring at him for a long time. I lowered my gaze and felt my cheeks warm up.

"Aren't you going to talk to me? You had no problem dancing with other men, but not with me?" he complained.

In the few books I had read, I found myself drawn to jealous, possessive men, and the fact that Christopher was like that only made me make a decision. Just one night, it was okay. We desired each other, and I just wanted to forget everything for one night. I would face whatever came the next day.

"My name is Andrea." I extended my hand. "I don't want anything, thank you, but I do want to have sex," I said in his ear. I had always been a woman without filters and minced words. When I wanted something, I just said it.

Christopher looked at me, and I let myself be hypnotized by his beautiful blue eyes, so familiar to me; they made me feel at home. Without waiting, he kissed me. Tasting his flavor, his tongue, made me feel very excited and somewhat wild. We devoured each other in that kiss.

He pulled away from me and took my hand, leading me out of the bar.

Christopher:

I took her hand, and we headed for the exit. I quickly found my car, looked at her, and opened the door. She could tell that my car wasn't exactly cheap; I reeked of money. I didn't want to scare her, but I couldn't lie about my social status.

She seemed a little reluctant to get in. I put my hand on her back, which sent a thrill to her eyes. Yes, I wanted her to desire me as much as I desired her. In an instant, Andrea got in. We didn't talk much, but there were fleeting glances between us.

I took her to my apartment, and as I said, she was surprised by the luxury in which I lived. She didn't fit there, but among all those things, she was worth more than all the money in the world.

"Do you want something to drink?" I offered. She seemed very entertained by my photos. She turned her head slightly to look at me.

"If you have something strong, I'd appreciate it," and she turned her head, hiding her gaze from me. She seemed somewhat shy.

I quickly went to pour whiskey for both of us. I approached and gave her the glass. She looked at me, took it, and drank it in one gulp.

I laughed, "Hey... it's not water." Andrea blushed a little and handed me the glass. I took it and left my glass and hers on the living room table. Again, I took her hand and led her to my room.

Andrea:

I was feeling somewhat nervous. That courage I had in the bar vanished when I found myself in an environment very different from my own. He was rich. What would he see in me to bring me to his house? Did I seem too needy? Or just a game for him? I rolled my eyes. Of course, it was going to be a one-night stand. I cleared those thoughts from my head.

Although one remained in my head... I couldn't complain, he was very attractive, imposing, the man I would choose for my life. He was much more than Nate. I would settle for having him for one night. Although I wasn't wearing very attractive attire, otherwise I was ready for a sexual relationship, even though I had waited a long time for this decision...

He sat on the bed and pulled me closer to him. He started pulling down my pants. Would it be a good time to tell him? He looked at me expectantly, "I'm a virgin..." There, I said it... Although he was more shocked than I was, I rolled my eyes, "Do you have a problem with that?" I said, getting angry.

"Of course not," Christopher said, bringing me closer to him. "It just surprises me, how... old are you?"

"Old enough to know what I'm doing," I said seriously. We didn't need to know anything about each other, although I was dying to know everything about him.

"Okay," he held me tight and laid me down on the bed. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me. I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to know what it felt like to do it...

He grunted and pinned my hands above my head, holding them there with one hand. "You're mine, from this moment on," he looked at me without taking his eyes off me. I could swear his eyes darkened. In my mind, I said, and you are mine. I smiled at that.