Page 7 of Beautiful Desire

Twenty-four hours ago, I was having the best night of my life. Now, I’m here alone in my apartment feeling like last night was an eternity ago. As I pull the green dress out of my suitcase, D’s scent, a woodsy and minty smell, fills my nostrils. Lifting it up, I inhale, and memories of how hot his hand felt resting on my lower back while we danced come rushing back. The tingling feeling when his hands were framing my face as we kissed and the eruption of butterflies as I felt his eyes boring into me every time he silently looked at me.

I’m pulled back to reality by the sound of a text coming through.

Beth

I’m expecting details about Mr. Holy Hotness tomorrow BTW.

P.S. It’s your morning for breakfast run. x

Ugh, thanks for the reminder, Beth.

I throw my phone down on my bed, walk into the bathroom, and start getting ready for bed. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and quickly run my brush through my hair before changing into my pajamas. Tiredness hits me as I set my alarm for the morning and climb under my duvet.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for sleep to overtake me, but as it does, electric blue eyes and memories of last night fill my dreams.

CHAPTER2

DOM

The soundof the ocean waves crashing against the shore and birds chirping in the distance wakes me from my peaceful slumber. As I stretch out my sore limbs, my legs get tangled in the silk bedding I’m lying in.

The feeling of the cool sheets against my naked body sends a small shiver down my spine as a gentle breeze makes it way over to me from the patio door I must have left open last night.

When I roll onto my back, the bedding falls to my abdomen, exposing my bare chest. Not needing to lift the covers to confirm what I already know and feel, I stare up at the ceiling for a few minutes and replay what took place last night.

Although waking up naked in a hotel room isn’t something new to me, waking up naked and alone is. There’s usually a sleeping naked female attached to me who I have to carefully extract myself from and figure out a way to get rid of. But there’s none of that this morning. I start to think maybe she’s in the shower, but I already know the truth.

I strain my ears to hear any noise coming from the bathroom or anywhere else in my suite, but there’s nothing. Pure and utter silence, except for the sound of the beach.

Needing to get a jump on my day, I unravel myself from the bed and make my way across the room to the ensuite bathroom to relieve myself. Still half-asleep and not watching where I’m going, I step on something hard and sharp.

“Ahh, fuck. What was that?”

Bending down to see what I just stepped on, I come face-to-face with some sort of women’s jewelry. I pick it up to inspect it; I think it’s a bracelet of some sort. I turn the gold bangle around in my fingers, and upon further inspection, it looks like a cuff bracelet that my mom used to wear. This one, however, is not my mother’s. I notice my watch and cufflinks lying on the ground.

As I look at the bed, flashbacks of the hours I spent wrapped up inLlast night roll through my head. The sheets are all disheveled and hanging off the mattress. The big white fluffy duvet cover is thrown haphazardly off the bed, lying partially on the end of the mattress and the rest on the carpet.

Once again, I stop and listen for any signs of another person, but still come up empty. My mind filters back to last night, and all I see isher. The stunning blonde who was a vision in her emerald-green gown. She caught my eye the second I walked into the ballroom, and I couldn’t keep my attention off her the rest of the night.

The way her dress hugged her tight figure on her beautifully tanned skin that begged to be touched. The feeling of the silky material as I pushed it down her body, letting it pool at her feet to showcase her perfect, fuckable curves. How good her pussy felt contracting around my fingers and my cock.

The memories alone send a rush of blood to my cock, making it twitch.

We went at it all night like animals and didn’t go to sleep until four a.m. The way the sun is casting through the open doors tells me it’s still early morning. Looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand, I see it’s only seven a.m. No wonder I’m still tired.

Although I would have loved to have spent more time wrapped up inside her, I’m not able to stay up until all hours of the night anymore and be able to function on only a couple of hours of sleep.

There’s no way she isn’t still here. Right?

Unfortunately, the silence in my suite confirms my thoughts.Ldefinitely isn’t here anymore.

What the fuck?

Did she seriously leave?

Out of all the one-night stands I’ve had in my life – and I’ve had a lot – I have never, not once, had the woman walk out onme.Ifeel used. Like a piece of meat. I mean, I know that’s what this was, but now that the roles are reversed and this has happened to me, I don’t like it. Actually, I’m fucking pissed.

Who does she think she is, walking out on me? MissI’m too cool to give you my full name, so I’ll give you one letter: L.

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