The last one night stand – Part 2

I was sitting there, waiting for her to tear me into pieces. I still couldn’t get my eyes of her hands. I wanted to hold her hand, and not let go . Wanted to tell that i wanted her. I wanted her bad. I wanted her to Hold me again, like I’ve never been held. Claw me, scratch me, bite me, like she was doing not even an hour back.
“Is it time to go darling?” she asked.

I looked up to see her face. She was looking out of the window. Her breathing was normal, but somehow, i could see some sadness in her eyes. I wanted to tell her i didn’t want her to go, when she spoke again.
“Should we pack up? I guess it’s time for goodbye.” She said.
“But…” I had not even begun my sentence whe she got up. I could still feel the warmth of her body burning into mine. I could see that body walking away from me, and i couldn’t bear it. I got up and walked up behind her. Held her by her hair, turned her around and kissed her hard. I didn’t choke her, but it was difficult to figure out whose air we were breathing. We broke off the kiss after a few minutes. She looked deep into my eyes and smile.
“You’ve got an apetite darling” a soft chuckle followed her breath.
“Just for you my love.” I whispered in her ears.
“Don’t make this a habit dear. I won’t be there for you forever.”

Somehow I hated this sentence. We were there just for one reason, and yet, I felt a hot rod piercing through my heart. Why couldn’t we be together? I had the money. I had the power. I had the apetite. I didn’t care what she was or who she was. I just wanted her with me.
Maybe she knew what i was thinking, for she looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hard. Then, she broke off and said “it’s time we take a break sweetheart. Let’s go. I’ve got a sad life to get to.”

A sad life? Here was one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen, let alone slept with. She looked rich, commanded respect, showcased power. What could possibly be sad?

Again, she answered before I could say anything.

” I know you’ve been thinking of me as an angel. People make that mistake often. But I’m no angel. I’m just a devil in disguise. I’ve seen things that make men weak. I’ve experienced things that women would hate. I’ve been through a lot more than average, and I’m here because i needed one last break.”

“I don’t care who or what you are my love” I said. “I want to be with you. I don’t give a fuck about anything. I want you.”

She smiled again. “I know you’re falling for me love. I can see it in your eyes. Sadly, we can’t stay together.”
I kept looking at her, like a child who’s favourite toy had been taken away from him.
Her smile disappeared . “Don’t make this hard for me. I like you too. In fact, i like you a little too much. But darling, I’ve got to get back home one last time. Don’t ask the details, but let’s just say you’ll know about me soon enough.”

The smile had completely disappeared, and her face was serious, stern and determined. Suddenly i felt her grip tightwbing around my waist, she hugged me hard and then whispered, “Once you know who i am and you still want me, maybe we’ll be friends.”

As much as I was scared about what she might be planning, I smiled. Maybe this was the hope I was looking for. Maybe this was what would work. Who knew. But I had something to look forward to. Even though for a night.

“I want to spend some more time with you before you go” I said, expecting rejection.

“Bed then?” She said with a smile. There was something about this smile. It Wasn’t the one that made me lust for the kiss, but was something that made my heart skip a beat. After a long long time, I felt like not having sex, but making love. And we did.

An hour or so, we made love to each other. It wasnt a fuck-n-go thing, but something deep. We didn’t need it, we meant it. Something had happened. Something beautiful. An hour or so, we were together, and then, the alarm rang. She got up, kissed me and went to get dressed. I got up, sat back in the chair and gulped down a neat ine before pouring myself another. Alcohol didnt do as much as she had done.

She came out, all decked up like she was when we had met. No smudges, well-tied hair, dressed to love. I got up, gulped down the drink I had and wore my trousers. “No need to escort me sweetheart. You’ve done enough already. Take rest. We’ll meet soon.” She said, while hugging me. She gave me a peck on the cheek and we parted. A tear rolled down my cheek as she closed the door behind her. There I was, alone, after a long time. Alone enough to think over my sins. Alone enough, to miss her already.


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