JOAN'S POV
I stood up from the bed, my feet sinking into the cold tiles. As I hesitated, my gaze drifted around the room, taking in the elegant furnishings and the city skyline beyond the window.
My mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts. Five thousand dollars was a life changing amount, one that could pay for my mom's hospital bills and lift a weight off my shoulders.
I began to pace, my bare feet making barely a sound. How did he know I had financial problems? I wondered, my brow furrowed in concern.
What did he want from me, really? I stopped pacing and stood at the window, staring at nothing in particular.
What mattered most was saving my mom's life, no matter what it took. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what might come next.
The sound of the bathroom door opening was like a crack of thunder, and I spun around, my heart racing.
Brad stood in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest gleaming with droplets of water.
My gaze snagged on the sprinkle of curly hair on his chest, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
His smile was like a ray of sunshine, warm and inviting. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. "Brad…" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
My heart pounded in my chest as Brad drew closer, his eyes locked on mine. "So, I'm waiting…" he said, his voice low and husky.
I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I lowered my gaze, my voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, it's fine... but on one condition."
Brad's eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. "What is the condition?" he asked, his tone gentle but inquiring.
I raised my eyes to meet his, my expression pleading. "This has to stay between us, please."
Brad's face softened, and he nodded reassuringly. "You have my word," he promised, his voice filled with conviction.
He swept me up in his arms, carrying me in a bridal style, and gently laid me on the giant bed.
As he moved, his towel slipped from his waist, revealing his fruta bane. I gasped, my cheeks flushing with amusement.
His eyes locked onto mine, burning with desire. He leaned in, planting a tender kiss on my forehead.
He slowly removed my dress, his fingers brushing against my skin. As the dress slipped over my head, I felt exposed.
His eyes roamed over my body igniting with sparks. He reached out his fingers to my bra, as he slowly unhook, letting it fall from my skin.
I moaned softly as his fingers grazed the tip of my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my nipples hardened under his gaze.
He sucked my nipples, his hands finding it's way to my thighs, down to my gem.
He tilted my clitoris as I moaned. "Ohhh mine…" I said enjoying every sensation that comes with it.
I massaged his dick as a slight moan escaped his mouth. Our whole body vibrated as we keep tickling each other in our private parts embracing the moment.
The fluorescent light from the bathroom flashed on us, exposing our naked bodies.
The dim light casted shadows on the wall emphasising the intimacy of the moment.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine with soft gentle kiss. I parted my lips inviting him deeper as his tongue played with mine.
He savoured every part of my body. He used his fingers to spread my folds apart as he buried his face into my welcoming Bermuda triangle.
I trembled as my juice splattered, and dropped on his lips. Lapping up the exotic juice, he couldn't get over me.
"Pretty, you are so sweet." He said as I held his head down to go deeper. I was enjoying every bit of it.
"I need you inside of me." I softly said.
Upon hearing that, he immediately plunged his dick inside of me, thrusting in, and out of me as our body moved in the same rhythm with each other.
He let out a soft, husky cry as our passion intensified. I felt the warmth of his cum poured inside of me, an intimate moment that made me feel breathless.
Exhaustion began to creep in as we detached ourselves from each other. I looked at him feeling satisfied.
Brad turned to me, a gentle smile on his face. "Hope you enjoyed yourself?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
I smiled back, feeling a sense of warmth and connection. "Yes, I did. What about you?"
"It was awesome," he replied, his voice low and husky. "You have a beautiful body, Joan. Irresistible."
The atmosphere between us was calm and intimate, our bodies seeming to yearn for something deeper.
"This is what you would've been enjoying with Drake huh?" He blurted as I rolled my eyes in curiosity.
"What do you mean?" I asked inquisitively.
He looked at me, "you guys were gonna take a walk as you claimed right?" He asked.
I nodded. "What makes you think he is not gonna talk to you about you two spending time together". He said.
The shock on my face could be seen clearly by Brad. "Wait, is that what you guys do here, pick up some random girl, and sleep with her?
"Not really, you know some of these guys out there can be mischievous. You can't really tell." He said as his face looked expressionless.
"Do you think Drake could do that?" I asked not smiling.
"You can't judge a book by it's cover. He is drawn to a lot of ladies, and so he can use anyone he wishes". He said, raising his face to look into my eyes.
"Are you in love with him?" Bradford asked searching my eyes.
I wondered why he asked me that. "We just met coincidentally, and I haven't know him yet. I replied sarcastically.
His face beamed with smile as he lied down. "You don't know me, yet you slept with me. How sure are you that you won't oblige when he ask same?"
Bradford's questions left me speechless for a moment. "Does he sees me as a whore." I thought to myself.
"Don't worry about it pretty." He said as he wrapped his arms around me.
Brad reached into the drawer, pulled out the $5,000, and handed it to me. "Take this, Joan. Thank you for keeping me warm tonight."
I took the money, my heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you, Brad. You don't know what this means to me."
He smiled, his eyes softening. "You're welcome, Joan. We'll leave here tomorrow morning. Get some rest."
As he spoke, the exhaustion we'd been fighting all night seemed to catch up with us. We both succumbed to the allure of sleep.
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I stretched, feigning a well-rested morning, despite the alarm on my phone having jolted me awake. "Early to bed, early to rise," I muttered to myself.
Glancing over at Bradford, I saw he was still fast asleep. I carefully got out of bed, trying not to disturb him. My plan was to slip away unnoticed, leaving our tumultuous night behind. No goodbye, no further entanglements.
I rushed to the bathroom to wash my face and mouth, eager to erase the lingering memories of the previous night. But as I splashed water on my skin, a wave of disgust washed over me. I wished I could undo everything.
Just then, my phone rang, shrill in the morning silence. An unknown number flashed on the screen. I hesitated for a moment before answering. "Hello? Who is this?" I asked, my voice firm but cautious.
The response on the other end made my blood run cold. "What!!!" I exclaimed, my voice involuntarily rising.
Bradford stirred, awakened by my outburst. "Any problem?" he asked, his voice groggy with sleep.
I didn't respond. Instead, I hastily grabbed my bag and made a quick exit, leaving Bradford the mysterious caller behind.