Page 7 of Falling for You

All they want me to do is marry someone of their choosing, someone I am well aware likes women younger than he should; they’re willing to put me at risk, like they have with my sister, which is disgusting, and a few hours in this man’s orbit, I know deep in my gut that I’m safe.

It’s scary but sad knowing I won’t see him again after this.

“Okay, siblings?” he asks, bringing me out of my head, and I grin.

“A sister, she’s two years younger than me,” I reply.

“Was that the woman in the bride-to-be sash?” he asks, and I nod with a smile.

So he was watching me.

“Yeah, she’s getting married in three days,” I mumble as I gently rub my finger over the tattoos on his arms, hoping he doesn’t bring up the guy she left with because then I’d have to tell him it was an arranged marriage.

I feel him nod, and instead of questioning it, he says, “I have an older brother who is married, a younger sister, and a niece I adore more than anything in this world."

I grin wide, looking over my left shoulder, “She has you wrapped around her little finger, doesn’t she?”

His eyes sparkle, making my stomach tighten. Then he admits, “She absolutely does,” and everything in me melts.

You can see his love for his niece; it radiates off him.

Geeze, how in the hell did I meet the perfect man for a fricking one-night stand?

Maybe he’s emotionally detached? He was dancing erotically with some blonde before he approached me.

His eyes race between mine before he leans forward. Our lips connect, sending a spark through my body while his hands go to my hips, and he gently moves me around so I’m between his legs, chest to chest. Suddenly, without removing his lips from my mind, he spins us and he’s on top of me, and his cock is deep inside me, making me gasp and then moan at how full I feel.

I’m sore, don’t get me wrong; it hurts a little, but the pain is making my clit pulse. Instead of flinching, I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands go into his hair, and I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth, making him groan as his hips thrust faster, hitting a magical spot deep inside I never knew existed.

I chew my bottom lip as I watch Taylor sleep in the large king-size bed before me, the sheet covering his waist, one arm still over on the side I was lying on, and one covering his eyes.

I woke up with his body wrapped up against mine ten minutes ago, and now, in my dress with a torn strap and his black shirt covering my body, I have my shoes in one hand and my bag in the other, and I’m struggling to leave.

I felt a connection with him, I felt like he was the one, but then again, that could be because I gave him my virginity, right? Sometimes, women or men can become attached to the person they give their virtue to.

I sigh as I take one last long look at the man, thinking maybe it’s just all in my head.

I take in his form, the way his chest moves as he breathes softly, and my pulse races, my heart pounds. Nope, definitely a connection, and this hurts, it actually hurts and my eyes are welling up, which is ridiculous.

Taking a deep breath, I turn and leave the bedroom, tiptoeing trying not to wake him, not wanting the awkward morning after.

I tread into his open kitchen and living area. A doll's house sits next to his couch, making a small smile appear as I wander over to the elevator, hoping I don’t need his keys to activate it.

I sigh in relief, seeing it’s a button, and quickly press it while looking behind me as a phone ring echoes.

“Crap, I really don’t want the awkward ‘this was fun’ shit because that will hurt more,” I mumble and press the button several more times as the doors open before rushing inside the box and press the main floor while holding my breath. As soon as the doors shut to his sleepy voice answering his phone, I lean against the wall he held me against as he took my virginity last night and slowly close my eyes, willing the tears to stay at bay.

My stomach flutters hearing his deep, dark tone, and the urge to return to him is high, but I pull myself back, knowing whatlast night was, even if I left my heart behind, which is ridiculous considering we’ve only just met.

I’ve never grown up knowing love. My parents have an arranged marriage and grew to love each other, but I don’t think they’re in love with each other. I was always told an arrangement was in my future, and when my sister said okay, I walked away from the family money to avoid being trapped in that world.

I just wish I could have the courage to ask Taylor on a date; I just wish I knew my family would leave us be if I chose him and not ruin his life.

“Where in the hell were you?!” my sister snaps as I walk into my condo on the southside of Brooklyn, the only place I could afford.

It’s a one-bedroom, open-kitchen, and living-area combo, and I honestly love it. My parents can’t hold it against me or take it away from me. I got it all on my own, along with the second-hand furniture.

I raise a brow at my sister as I close and lock the door. “And where in the hell were you? Because I know for a fact you haven’t been here that long.” I retort, nodding to the black leather two-seater couch, “No sheets on the couch.”

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