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Hello people! This is a short story I'm currently writing, and it'll come in four, maybe five parts. I hope you enjoy reading this sexy, albeit frustrating chapter.. ;)

Chapter 1: The Morning After

If there was any moment that I wished the earth would open up and swallow me whole and alive, this would be it. My mind was still hazy from the tequila shots that I didn't bother to count, but I was pretty certain that it was a bare thigh beside mine. And I was also pretty certain that the shiny bronze thing that's blocking my view was hair. Both of which might just be attached to a body. A man, more or less.

I tried to breathe through my mouth evenly and closed my eyes for a couple of seconds. Maybe it was only a dream. Maybe I was still drunk. Or maybe that was hangover scaring the shit out of me. Maybe... Sigh. Too many maybes. Maybe I should open my eyes now.

I slowly popped one eye open. A ceiling. There was a ceiling. Duh, Bella. Of course there was. It's a room remember? I opened the other eye and continued to stare at the ceiling. Suddenly, the off-white coloured ceiling became the most fascinating thing in the world. That was before I felt a stirring beside me.

Oh, shit.

I froze as I felt an arm drape over my torso, his breath fanning my neck. Hmmm... Firm and strong pale arm. So far so good, Bella. I tilted my head from my awkward frozen position under this man's arm. Holy hell! This man was hott with a double T. His face must have been carved by Michelangelo himself. I could almost hear the Hallelujah chorus. My mind was now running a hundred miles per minute with fantasies about his strong jaw and full red lips and his package. And I surely felt it wasn't small. Not at all.

Someone must have turned the heat too high because it was becoming too hot. And I was bothered. Really bothered. Not the "I'm so hot and horny so fuck me now" bothered. It was the "why can't I remember a single thing about this naked Greek God slumbering beside me" bothered.

How did we end up in this room?

Did he fuck me in every single flat surface available?

Or did I just coincidentally end up sleeping naked with another man in another room?!

I sighed because that seemed to be the only thing appropriate to do. I slipped carefully out of his embrace and replaced my body with a pillow. I didn't even bother to cover up as I quietly but frantically searched for my stuff. I vaguely recalled carrying a black sequined purse, and wearing a black wrap dress. The purse was on the couch across the room, but the dress... Where was that dress?

As I was crossing the room, a pile of something caught my toe that nearly toppled me over. I sifted through the offending pile and found out it was a mass of clothing. There was a royal blue dress shirt, black suit pants, and a Gucci dress. Ah, my dress. I began slipping it on, not even bothering to look for my underwear as I was not even sure if I wore one.

When I was pretty sure that I looked presentable for the most dreaded walk of shame, I grabbed my purse from the couch and slung my Manolo's to my feet. I stopped and looked over before I finally walked out, and sighed for the third time. Yet again, I was walking out of an unknown room. This time, leaving a Greek God of a stranger whose name I didn't even remember.

I continued walking towards the door but as I was going to turn the knob, I felt hot intoxicating air fanning my neck.

"Where do you think you're going, Isabella?" I froze, as a low sexy and velvety voice spoke from behind me.

"Do you think I'd let you leave after last night?" he asked again. I felt his warm hands hover at my sides. The ghost touch made my hairs stand. His hand touched my hips lightly, slowly dragging upward to the curve of my breasts. My nipples stood in attention and I felt wetness pool in between my thighs. Holy hell! If he can do this with a light touch, I wondered what he can do with other kinds of touches.

He grabbed my shoulder lightly and brought my hair to one side. "Look at me, Isabella," he whispered as he moved closer to me. I can feel his hardness press onto me, along with his chiselled chest. "Look at me."

He nudged my shoulder back and spun me around. A pair of emerald eyes met mine, and knocked the air off my lungs.

"I..." I began to speak. But what was I saying? I didn't know. Between his emerald eyes and marvellous body, I was lost in translation.

I didn't know what happened next when his lips touched mine. They tasted sweet and intoxicating like wine. Somehow, he had managed to move us onto the other side of the room while removing my dress in the process.

He placed light feathery kisses along my collar bone and down between my breasts when I recalled something. "Wait!" I gasped. We had to stop before I lost any coherent thought.

He lifted his head, stared into me, and smirked. The kind of smirk meant to make your insides turn to goo. "Wait, Isabella?" He slid up my body, bringing his obvious erection close to my core. "I don't remember you having a single ounce of patience last night."

God, I love the way he said my name. The way his tongue dragged my name into a sexy purr... Oh shit. My resolve was crumbling down. What did he say again?

He leaned down my neck and started sucking and biting lightly. The sensation went down my spine and into my core like an electric shock. I seriously was going to die if he didn't fuck me now. His hands went to my left breast and started to tease my nipple. He pushed me back farther until my back touched the cold mahogany door. The contrast between his hot breath and the cold door was driving me insane.

His lips hovered over mine, and his eyes reflected a playful glint. The bastard was fucking teasing me. I closed the short distance between our lips, licked his bottom lip and pulled back.

Ha! You're not the only one capable of smirking you, son of a...

"Shit," I panted. His fingers teased my wet core lightly. He growled. He fucking growled, and kissed me fiercely, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He lifted my ass and I wound my legs around his body as we tongue fenced our way across the room.

I broke the kiss and gasp for air. He tossed me to the bed and hovered over my naked body. I didn't know when or even remember how he got my out of my clothing. I just knew he did, and now he was kissing a trail from my ankle to neck, neglecting the place where I wanted his lips to be.

He licked the valley between my breast then bit the inner side of my left breast lightly, leaving a crescent mark. The tingle of his bite went straight to my pussy, eliciting a loud moan to escape from my lips.

"Tell me what you want, Isabella."

He breathed onto my wet core and gently kissed my slick folds.

"Unghh.." My brain wasn't capable of any coherent thoughts at this point.

"Tell me..."

Another moan.

He licked the length of my slit, applying more pressure as he reached the hood of my clit.

"Fuck..." My back arched. I felt him smile.

"Yes. Fuck." He parted my folds with two fingers while his tongue sucked my clit and my labia. He traced the outline of my opening and suddenly, he plunged his tongue into me and curled it inside.

"Oh god..." His tongue was amazing. I can feel the soft but strong muscles of his tongue worked its magic inside my pussy.

My orgasm was rapidly building as he replaced his tongue with two long fingers. He brought his mouth into mine and kissed me hard. I could still taste myself on him. I'd be damned because I just found this more arousing.

"Open your eyes, Bella," he commanded. And I did. His emerald eyes mirrored my lust filled brown ones.

"Do you want to come?" he asked intensely, thrusting his fingers inside me more aggressively and rubbing his thumb over my clit.

"God... Yes..." I managed to say in spite my pleasure induced dumbfounded state.

"What?" He decreased the speed of his thrusting and rubbing.

"Yess... Oh god..." I hissed. What was he doing to me? I want my release, damn it!

"Not God, Isabella," he growled.

Really? I wanted to ask. By the way he was making me feel, I was pretty sure he was one.

"Say my name," he ordered. He brought me to near my orgasm with his tongue and his fingers but never allowed me to actually come until I said his name.

"Fuck..." My voice quivered. I was frustrated and aroused beyond belief and he was still torturing me.

"You don't remember, do you?" He slowly rubbed the sides of my opening.

"Do you?" he asked angrily as he plunged a finger into me, working me up, but still depriving me of what I needed.

"No..." I whimpered. I was seriously going to combust right now.

He removed his finger off me and got off the bed.

Is he fucking serious?!

He opened the door and hurried out.

"Knock when you remember!"

And then I heard a click.

What. The. Fuck?!

He had me locked from the outside.

That. Fucking. Bastard!

Hehe.. review, people!

~viper