*The song is Pillow talk by Zayn Malik

He stood before me staring in a completely different way, a way that hitched my breath.
Shit! I am in trouble.

I noticed music system's remote in his hand, and he stopped whatever strange music that was.

"Stay here!", He said in a way, I wouldn't dare to breath even.

While I sat frozen there, he came out of the kitchen with some clear liquid, in a vine glass.
He offered me that, and I swear the way he was holding the glass was so damn sexy, I found my stomach doing somersaults.

Gulping down I took the glass from him. He removed his shoes, all the while staring at me. And well, without shoes, he looked so hot, I thought I am losing my sanity.

Today, on David's insistence he wore a red tie on his black tuxedo, and he seemed...tasty!?

The remote was still in his hands and I was anticipating what he'd do next.

Barefooted, he came before me. Clicked on the remote and then the music began..

The music system blasted with one of the very familiar and sensuous tone.
My breath became heavy when in slow and exaggerated movement, he removed his blazer halfway. And then offered me one of his sleeve. In daze, I took hold of it, tightly, when he walked around me, leaning a bit, such that his breath brushed my hair.

A shiver ran down my body. I was still holding the blazer while he was out of it. He watched me like I was his prey, his eyes piercing my soul.

He came forward in one swift motion, and held the vine glass, bringing it to my lips. I took a sip, not able to break our eye contact.
But that was not what left me shivering. I went in a frenzy, when he leaned more, and glided his tongue on my lower lip to lick the taste off them.

I breathed a shaky breath, and whimpered at the loss, when he backed away.

The music creating a different kind of havoc in me, I simply forgot he was stripping for me. Which was rubbed on my face, when he pulled off his white shirt out of his pants. He kneeled near my chair, and started unbuttoning it. But that was not it!

"Eric!", I no less but moaned, when he kept a hand on my thigh. What was he really up to!?
His hands glided up dragging with it the fabric of my dress, which led to air hitting my knee and lower thigh.

I was so lost in his touch I forgot his shirt was all the way gone.

The red tie on his bare chest made him sexier if possible. His abs protruding at the most appropriate places. Tattoos shining in the dim light. For the first time, I saw my name properly, engraved on his chest, hitching my breath.

My body started heating up in anticipation.
The hand which was on my thigh, left it to take my bare hand in his and place it on his shoulder.

Why? Why is my body reacting in ways I never knew it can? My breathing was shallow. His hand then glided to my waist and pulled me up with him. Such that we both were standing, with his tall figure towering on me, leaving nothing that's called personal space.

His hand then went to the drink again making me sip from it.

The hand that was on his shoulder was slowly guided by him, to the buckle of his belt, and I gulped knowing well what it is to come.

He unbuckled the belt in a swift motion, and gave me the strap to pull it out. I was nothing but a puppet's in this devil's game, for I did as he said.

I was desperate! Desperate to feel his touch. Desperate to kiss him! I rounded my hand around his neck to pull him in for a kiss, only for him to back away, with a smirk.

I almost groaned helplessly.
When he gently pushed me back on the chair. Probably something was still left...
Although anticipated, my eyes widened when his hands went to his pants.

If it was a not-so-drunk Erica, I would have stopped him, and cursed him profanities. But this one was fucking horny. For him.

He unbuckled and pulled the zipper in slow, exaggerated way. When it was all the down, I was still looking at him. He gave me a challenging look, but I was not in my sane senses.

Suddenly his foot came and settled between my legs. I gasped audibly cowering back.
He kept his elbow on his knee and leaned more. The tip of his fingers coming to gently caress my face. While on my lips, he flipped them, making me want to suck it...

The sensuous look on his face, and his parted lips suddenly turned into a smirk.

I got confused and puzzled for a second, but then I noticed the pin drop silence. The fucking music was over!

Not wanting to lose him, I impatiently stood up to kiss him, and end all the boundaries of intimacy between us.
Just as our lips were about to touch, he kept a finger between them.

"Finish the lemonade....it will bring you back to your senses!", He whispered in my ears and backed away.

I stood there stupified, as he picked his blazer and shirt. Slinging it over his shoulder, he walked away whistling to himself the tunes of the music that made the mood just few minutes before he decided to act like a biggest jerk of this world.

I felt like a fool, back hit, and heart broken. God knows why!?
Was it so easy for him to walk away like that?

I felt anger overtaking me. For myself and for him. Alcohol was gone. Why in the world did I throw myself on him?

*

I left the apartment for some fresh air, few minutes ago. I need to clear my mind of all this inappropriate thoughts.

There was a long road before my apartment complex, that connected a chain of building. I hit the stones coming on my way. Somehow that helped in dissipating the anger.

Not long, I heard my name.
"Erica!"

I began cursing under my breath and turned only to find Evans. He lives two buildings away. He was the one who recommended me this place.

"Hey!", I smiled at him.

"How are you huh? We didn't really get to meet and talk..."

He was very generous and a gentleman. When I went to his office for some work James gave me, I saw how respectfully he treated his employees.
"I am good Evans. What about you..?"

"I am fine!", He started walking with me, "I was just out for a night run. David's bachelorette gave me a headache, and so as soon as he left, I came back."

"But you like parties? Don't you?", I asked him amazed.
He nodded, "Yeah I do! Unless a stripper is trying to get in your pants!"

I didn't let that word mess with my mind.

I laughed, "I swear you would have prayed a good lay!!". I was remembering one past incident when he went on with a waitress in a restaurant, while we were at a business dinner.

I swear all Italian men have a player in them.

He chuckled, "I didn't tell you Erica, but I have someone. Someone I wouldn't want to cheat on."

"What!? Really!!", He nodded in affirmation.

"Name?"

"Aubrey. She's a business partner!"

"Well congratulations Mr. Evans! You got a good deal!"

He laughed at my joke and we continued talking.
But I was well interrupted when someone held my elbow a little harshly.

I turned immediately to see 'him', seething in anger. I think that's his usual now..and sorry to say, it doesn't scare me now.

"Hey Cousin! What's up!?", Evans chimed.

"Will you excuse us!? I want to tug my girlfriend to bed, because she's been a notorious one lately.", He narrowed his eyes at me.

Evans nodded, "Well! Erica I'll go!", he leaned a bit and whispered in my ear, "She's at my place right now."

I chuckled, and leaned to whisper in his ear, "You better treat her well!"

He saluted, "Aye Aye captain!", and then left.

Unknown to me, two eyes were maliciously glaring at me. I rolled my eyes, and forced my hand back from him, and started walking back towards my building.

"Why in the world did you leave Erica? To meet Evans? Seriously!? When I told you I don't like him, you didn't even consider once that you shouldn't meet him!!! Especially when you are high on alcohol...."

"You mean to say Evans would take my advantage!?", I wouldn't accuse a man of something he isn't capable to do. Evans is a respectable man. In his personal rivalry, he is blinded.

"Why not? Evans is a player....he makes girls fall for him with his charms, then plays with their feelings, and leaves them!"

"....like you did not even an hour ago!", My rage for him overpowered me, "Just because I demanded strippers to piss you off, you used my attraction and feelings for you to make me feel worse! I know you don't love me or find me attractive. But that doesn't mean you will leave me hanging! If I disgust you so much, you can straight away refuse when I throw myself on you!"

I walked away from him, not wanting to see his reaction and fight unnecessarily.
A tear escaped my eyes because of the frustration I was feeling. Right now, I was so agitated, that if my soul didn't threaten to abandon me, I would have gone for a one night stand!

Not that any other man will ever make me feel like this asswipe does!

I wiped my tears and ran towards my apartment. Once in, I didn't close the door, because I knew he would come. I picked up my night clothes and went in the bathroom.

*

I heard the front door open and close, as I was lying in my bed, with closed lights.

His footsteps neared and he came in my room. I heard some shuffling for a few minutes and then felt the bed next to me dip. His movements seized for few seconds, when I felt arms being wrapped around me. I heard his breathing near my ear, and closed my eyes, as relief surrounded me.

God! He's the one who brings the storm, and he's the only one who can calm it.

I felt him cover us with the duvet, and sighing he tightened his hold on me. No matter how strong he is, I can't help but feel good when he wraps his arms tightly around me.

"Just because I never said I love you, that doesn't mean my feelings are any less intense that you. A forty five minutes long cold shower must tell you how much I was affected..", I stiffened as I heard him.

Cold shower huh!? Good you deserved that!

"It was painful to walk away.. ", he said.

"But it was more important to show how majestic you are....", I mumbled.

Not more than a second later, I was pinned down beneath him, "You want your first time while you are still drunk....?!?"

I blinked thrice, "H_how...?", how does he know it's my first time...

"You told me that you detest men touching you since 16. Then you were hysteric when that doctor was touching you to check up. I have never seen you with any other man. Evans, would have been dead if he did anything to you! You think I am a fool, I won't realize you are still a virgin!"

"That's genius!", I whispered sarcastically. He really has a widespread Brain in this sector.

"And I will show what I disgust, the first thing in the morning! Miss. Miller! If you were planning to save your virginity till your wedding night, then sorry to disappoint you, I will take what's mine, the first thing in the morning, as soon as this alcohol leaves your system.", My breath hitched and eyes widened! Will he really..!?

He backed away, and flipped us, such that I was above him now, "You will have to pay for all the water wasted tonight.

E R I C

I knew at one point, we will come this way. But I was waiting...god knows why?

May be because I first wanted to reciprocate properly to her 'I love you'. But I am so messed up, these feelings are nothing but confused like a bitch.

But today I realized, the more I deny, the more she'll be upset. The sexual tension between us is huge! But we are so comfortable with each other that it never comes in the way. Or we don't let it come.

Well there are times, when one should stop resisting. And I would do that. I would only back away, if she refuses.

"You still have better options, Eric!", She said in an almost inaudible voice knowing I would lash again for her underestimating herself.

I sighed, "I am not a virgin, you must know that...but all the fucks I had are not potent enough to be compared to even the kisses we do Erica! You attract me like no other woman ever did. I want your soul to be mine. Your beautiful body is just a cherry on top!"

"What if I couldn't go all the way Eric? I have a bad past!"

"Then we'll take it slow....I will shower you with so much affection, you wouldn't want to stop!"

"You sure!?"

I chuckled, "I am damn bloody sure!"

She wrapped her hand around my torso and pecked my cheek.

I smiled to her, but then a thought came up, "Now tell me everything Evans and you were talking. Every syllable!!"

She rolled her eyes, "I am sleepy!"

"No! I wouldn't let you sleep...tell me what you talked to him! And yeah! That rascal stripper Jane, or Jacko, whatever he was...tell me what you were talking about!"

"I was telling them how I became a girlfriend of some possessive, forever jealous jackass! And how he is my world..."

I smirked, "I am your world huh?"

"As much as I want to smack your face, yes you are!", And that made me feel at ease finally...

*
I would party if I come out sanely after writing a 18+ scene for them! I hate it to admit, but I am in problem.

Suggest some ideas of how will the 'asswipe' make love to his girlfriend!😂

"I order you to have sex with me!", Is still my prime idea🤣🤣