He closed the door and pushed her against the wall, covering her lips with his.
I swear I'm not going to be like my mom!
Her tongue was dancing with his, and excitement skipped along her nerve endings.
I'm not going to have one night stand; not to a married man!
She rested her fingers on his wedding ring before they touched his face.
I don't want my child to be like me; growing up without knowing her father. I swear I'm not going to walk through my mom's path anymore.
But pleasure zinged through her, making it hard to think clearly.
It was not right, she knew it. She knew this man very little. She only spent few hours with him in the bar, but she felt a strong emotional connection to him and almost a longing for him. When she was looking into his eyes, without words spoken, she could read the pain and loneliness in his eyes. She knew it for she had been there too.
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I'm not going to be like my step-dad.
But when her lips brushed against his, soft and warm and sweet, and she tasted so delicious— mint and vanilla.
I'm not going to cheat on my wife and make my wife cry for months.
She was just a woman that he met few hours ago in the bar, and he was a married man. He knew he shouldn't have touched her. But touching her was like touching an angel who could send him straight to heaven.
The moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew he was not alone. There was pain in her eyes. Real pain that she could not hide and she didn't need to tell him anything for her eyes spoke thousands of words.
He knew it was illogical to feel the things he was feeling. Illogical was difficult for him—it didn't have a proof, and there was no scientific reasoning that could justify what he did. But for the first time after a long time, he felt alive, and it was all because of this woman.
But when the night was over, he had to go back to his life; going back to the step-father that he loathed, and the wife that he didn't love.
The moment Erza opened her eyes, she was crying her eyes out; for the man whose name she didn't know, and that she felt deep connection with, was gone.
She ran toward the receptionist. She wanted to know his name. She wanted to meet him again, but that man never left his real identity.
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"Jellal, how was the business meeting in Magnolia?" His step father asked.
"It was fine," he answered coldly.
It was fine until I come back.
"I need to sleep," he added quickly, left his step-father sitting in the living room alone.
That woman with beautiful red hair… Will I be able to see her again?
His step father took a sip of his tea and glanced through the window. It was autumn in Crocus now, and he noticed the leaves of the trees near the window turned red. Red color which just reminded him of a woman that he spent a magical, amazing night with. A woman that he had never ever met again since their one night stand.
"Irene, I wonder how you're doing," he murmured.
END
A/N: It's hard to keep switching the POV without confusing readers. This is a big mess. I'm truly sorry for that.
