His Forbidden Desires

The night cloud was covered with stars as any would count it by, shining perfectly on the J Hotel. Most of the streets were empty but the cars present at the parking lot of J Hotel was enough to know that a special activity was going on.

The underground club at J hotel was booming with lots of bachelors and spinsters, heavy music playing in the background, emotions and desire filled the air mixed with lust. Some would call it dirty thoughts.

Sitting in a corner of the VIP section was a young man with golden brown eyes, long silky hair to his shoulders, clad on a Dark Green suit, holding up a glass of wine. A taste of perfection and seduction. Despite the dark corner he was in, he seemed to emit radiance as the light shone perfectly on him. The lines on his hands visible while he held the thin ends of the glass.

A waiter walked up to him with holding a bottle of wine in a black tray coupled with another glass.

He lifts his head to him,

“I didn’t order” His words hint with a touch of annoyance.

“It’s from the lady over there” the waiter pointed at a woman seated by the bar.

He turns forward to find a gorgeous woman staring back at him, wearing a seductively sweet black dress pressed onto her curves and slender waist. Her eyes green and bright matching her dark red covering a side of her face. Her lips pink and her skin glowed under the blue neon light.

Arthur has had several advances made at him, coming from different types of women but there something about her that wouldn’t let him look away but rather he held her gaze as long as she looked at him until she pulled away.

Not a smile or a flirtatious kiss came from her, if she hadn’t sent the wine his way then he’d probably think he got the wrong person.

Shoving the alcohol present in the glass down his throat, he wiped his mouth clean. He sat there for a little while letting his thoughts disarray, his eyes still pinned on her waiting if she would catch him staring, he wanted her to.

A minute of waiting and his feet picked up, a finger in his right pocket while he made his way to her. She was having a little chat with the bartender, he could hear her little laugh. He made his way to picturing her body as he got closer.

Not able to see her face, he frowned before leaning on the counter beside her.

Arthur had never walked up to a lady, especially in a club but he found himself wanting to talk to her. His hands were itching to touch the bottle of wine she sent to him. If he touched it then it meant he had accepted her advances towards him before he could think about it, he had opened the bottle and poured out its content into his glass and drank it without hesitation.

“I believe this one is for you?” He said and she turned to him. He is hold a glass of wine in his hand, the same wine she had sent to him.

His eyes catches her again and he was struck in a daze, who was she?. She was damn gorgeous upclose, even more beautiful than he had thought her to be. A familiar feeling washes over him, a urge to take what is his. An ordinary man would refer to her as a goddess, her perfect green eyes to her thin lips. She was a fucking dream.

“Well thank you, but I got that just for you” she replied pushing it back to him.

“I insist” he said and pushed it back.

She picked up the glass and took a tiny sip then dropped it on the table, before she could utter a word, he had already drank the rest.

“What do you say we talk about this in a room?” She asked with a quirky smile on her face.

She was straightforward and damn did he love it, she looked like a woman that would go after what she wants and take it. A similarity to him.

Taking his perfect time to think about an answer to give to her, he knew exactly what she meant but was he really considering it. He had never gone to a room with a woman neither had he accepted any advances from any woman but with her, it felt like he wanted to please her. Like he would do it all over again if he was given a second chance.

Maybe it was the liquor speaking to him, whispering for him to say yes and not turn down the pretty woman.

“Are you going to turn down my offer?” she asked snapping him from his thoughts.

Just One Night, he said to himself. What is the worst that could happen in just one night. By morning he would be long gone and he would never hear from her again even if he didn’t have to visit the club again just so that he wouldn’t bump into her.

“Let’s” he replied.

The confirmation of a key card and the door to a 5-star suite being opened. She made her way into the room trying to admire the scenery, the black curtains shielding the glass window. The bed covered in nothing but pure white sheets, the ombré marbles on which she stood. It was a beautiful room to her but all Arthur saw was a woman.

A means to get laid for the night, to fill her to the brim and if possible own her. He suddenly grabbed her hand, his left arm wrapped around her waist, he guided her backwards until he had successfully pinned her to the wall.

Her breath picked up as her chest took a fast movement up and down, not only was her eyes the prettiest thing he had seen all night but her smile too. When she fixed her gaze on him waiting for him to make the first move, his fingers around her fitted perfectly that he wished he could pick her up and swirl her around. Without further thought, he pressed his lips against hers turning it into a deep and passionate kiss that he had no idea if he wanted to stop.