*edited as of 9/2017

Chapter 3

I don't believe in love at first sight, because it means you're falling in love with someone's appearance, not personality.

-Nathan Sykes

Isabella's POV

Have you ever had a moment when you start drooling but you don't know realize that you're drooling until you feel something wet hit your hands?

Yes? No? Maybe?

Well…let's just say that you don't want to find out.

Okay it wasn't drool but a sip of wine but equally embarrassing.

I quickly grab my napkin to dab at the corner of my mouth hoping he wouldn't notice, but his widening grin told me otherwise.

I narrow my eyes at him. This just caused this hot guy to smile wider, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

Fuck me he's hot. I look up at his face to see his mouth moving but the words weren't registering with the fog in my brain.

"I asked you if you would like to dance." The stranger asks me again. I look out at the dance floor with an almost scared expression. A dance floor was not the best place for the uncoordinated.

"I can't dance. So no." I answer. I look down at my wine glass and began fingering the rim with my fingers.

"Oh is that how it is?" He replies softy. I sigh an dare myself to look up at the sea of green once again.

"No I really can't dance. I'm not just saying that."

"Well maybe we need to remedy that huh?" I give him a look that clearly said that this wasn't up to debate. Mystery guy just shrugs his shoulders and takes that as an invitation to sit down in Diego's vacant seat.

"So what brings you down here?" He asks me lamely. I can tell he realizes this and winces himself in faux pain.

I snort and reply, "Is that a line you use on all the girls? I'm clearly wearing the same outfit as all the other servers and workers here." His eyes widen at my blunt response.

"Uh, I guess I was just trying to start a conversation?" It came out more as a question.

"I'm sorry; I guess I'm being a bitch aren't I? Maybe I'm just not used to casual conversation." I admits. He smiles again and I notice that one side of his smile is slightly higher than the other, creating a crooked smile that for a moment stuns me.

"No I don't think so; I mean a "bitch" that is. What I meant to ask is "Why is a beautiful woman like you sitting here all alone?"

"Trying another line on me MG?" I quirked an eyebrow at him to show that it took way more than a little bit of flirting to get me to talk to you.

Even if he was sex on legs.

"MG?" His forehead wrinkles in confusion.

"Mystery Guy. You're a stranger, so therefore you're known as mystery guy, "MG" just happened to be a convenient acronym."

"I see that. I'm assuming that my tactics are working since you happened to spend the time to give me a nickname." He grins. I kept my face emotionless.

"I have to give a little to get some eh?" he tries again with a cute pout. Cute pout? Cute was definitely a word I hadn't used in a while unless I was referring to one of my little furry babies.

What was I feeling?

What was wrong with me?

"Maybe you do." I flirt back.

Damn it.

Maybe Mystery guy's tactics were somehow getting to me.

Oh what the hell!

I decided to give in a little; maybe have a little fun. It had been a while since I had flirted with the opposite sex and maybe a little conversation with a hot guy was all I needed to get me out my little funk.

But first, I needed a name.

"So do you have a name mystery guy?" I ask with a smile.

"My name is unimportant at the moment. What about you beautiful?" he answers softly. The sudden intrusion of his velvety voice made my skin break out in goose bumps as he grabs my hand.

"My name is inconsequential as well." I huff. Two can play that game. Just because this guy was fine as hell and was seemingly turning my body into goo didn't mean I was going to give him my name if he didn't give me his. It was probably for the better. I learned the hard way too many times for me to risk giving strangers that kind of information.

"Well hello "inconsequential as well", although I'm pretty sure that isn't your name. It would be my pleasure if you would accompany me for a dance." MG asks again. I watch unamused as he gets out of his seat and gestures out his hand for me to take. When I didn't move, he grabs the hand that wasn't wrapped around my glass and kissed it.

If the goose bumps on my body weren't prominent enough, they definitely were now. MG noticed this and flashed me that killer smile of his.

From my peripheral vision I see Diego off by the doors gesturing that my break was now over. I let out a deep sigh.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

I was just beginning to have a little fun. Mystery Guy notices this and lets out a disappointed moan.

"Well I guess my time is up isn't it." He looked so dejected that I had to go. I shrugged my shoulders. MG had such a crestfallen look on face that I decided I was going to give him a little leeway.

"How about this? My shift ends in an hour and then you can have your dance. How does that sound?"

"I think I like that beautiful. I will be waiting." MG smirks at me and begins to walk off.

"I don't know what you're up to but don't be so sure that it will work." I holler. MG laughs giving me a wink before disappearing into the crowd with a swagger in his walk.

That man was definitely up to something and you know what?

I think I liked it.

…

"I bet he's gone now." I grumble under my breath picking the empty plates from my last table. My shift was supposed to end two hours ago but the server who was supposed to take over for me couldn't get a baby sitter for her sick kid leaving me pick up her work until the next available server could come in.

Normally I wouldn't mind, but for the first time in a long time I actually had someone waiting for me and here I was; wiping away dried steak sauce off the table.

"Who's gone?" Diego asks suddenly scaring the crap out of me. His shift too was supposed to end two hours ago but being the best friend he was, decided to stay behind and help me out.

"Uh no one." I sigh. "About to head out?" I ask.

"Yeah I am. I'm beat. My body aches everywhere." Diego groans. Uh Bells?" He continues. I look up to see Diego fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt.

"What's wrong Di?"

"I kind of told Bree that I would walk her home. Her flat is a couple of blocks from here and I know I usually walk you home but I…" I put my hand over his mouth.

"Diego, remember the conversation we had earlier? I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself. Go with Bree, I'll be fine." I kiss his cheek.

"Are you sure?" He questions again, I can see the weariness is still evident. I give him a slight push.

"Yes now go. I'll call you when I get home okay." This seemed to pacify him and with a quick hug he left.

I was finally finished clearing my last table when I noticed a tall shadow looming over me.

"You know I must really be attracted to you to wait almost three hours; getting hit on by countless women and the occasional man as well." MG grins. I turn around. Even hours that man still knows how to look good in a suit although his suit jacket is now strewn over his arm and a couple of buttons of his shirt are now unbuttoned.

"Should I be honored?" I mock crossing my arms over my chest to look at him. I fight a smirk of my own as I see his eyes glance momentarily at my chest before looking back up at my face. MG's face flushes before that crooked smile makes an appearance on his face once more.

"Maybe… maybe not. I won't risk giving you a definitive answer in fear of how you may respond….so about that dance?" MG interjects.

"You're a persistent one aren't you?" I laugh. He suddenly grabs my hand and throws the wet dishrag from my hand onto the floor.

"That I am…. that I very am." MG boasts pulling me towards the dance floor.

"Hey! Hey, I told you I couldn't dance!" I squeal as he spins me around. The suddenly movement throws me off balance and I stumble into his arms where my nose meets the crook of his neck and damn…..does he smell good. MG rests his hands on my shoulders to steady me.

Cinnamon, sandalwood and the hint of some fancy cologne that I want to bathe in.

"You promised."

"I didn't exactly promise per say, I'd said that you could have a dance two hours ago. Maybe the offer isn't valid anymore. " I whine but make no move to remove myself from his arms.

"Eh, potato, tomato." MG cheers causing the two of us to laugh. MG gestures for permission to place his hands on my hips and I nod accordingly. I rest my arms around his neck as we begin to sway back and forth although at arms length. I study him for a moment.

Mystery Guy was really was handsome. He didn't seem like a serial killer or a pervert but then again you could never know… Besides all he seemed to want was a dance. Call me naïve, but there were cameras and a system of keeping track of customers so even if he did decide to cut me up at least there would be evidence of whom I was with.

Okay maybe I was getting ahead of myself and a bit morbid but you never knew right?

We continued to dance quietly when Siobhan approached the mic and began singing a sultry tune about lovers dancing in the moonlight. MG suddenly pulled me close and once again his scent invaded my senses and goose bumps broke out over my skin. I watched as his eyes darkened to a dark jade as he seemed to smell me as well causing me to blush slightly. It was probable that I reeked of sweat, food and smoke but MG didn't seem to mind and pulled me closer.

I couldn't believe that my body was betraying me. It had been months, no years since I had been close to someone and it was such a foreign feeling that it sort of excited me yet terrified me.

"See you're dancing." He teases.

"I guess I am." I breathe with a slight chuckle.

"You sound a little unsure of yourself." MG whispers in my ear. I leaned back a little offended.

Bastard.

"My apologies beautiful. I guess I'm a little unsure of myself." He admits frankly. I lean forward against his chest once more as Siobhan shifts into another seductive melody. MG shifts one of his hands from my waist and grabs one of mine into his.

The contrast of my small hand in his large one startles me for a moment as our bodies seem to become one. It was as if his every touch set my body aflame.

With the lights dimming and the dance floor filling with more bodies, MG pulls me even closer. I could feel his heart thump wildly in his chest and his breath come out in uneven pants in my ear. I was sure I was in no better condition.

The attraction between us was undeniable.

It made me afraid…but it also made me feel so alive.

The song slowly came to a close and I pulled back to gain a little separation between us, but he didn't seem to want to let me go. I didn't resist and a third melody filled the air.

Somehow this dance had turned from one into two and then a third and I wasn't stopping him.

This dance was different than the previous. It was if our bodies were in sync. When he moved, I moved.

The music began to speed up and our bodies began moving with the changing tempo. His lower half began to grind against my body and being slightly shorter than he was, made his body hit just the right spots on mine. I let out a soft moan and looked up to see that his once bright green eyes appeared nearly black from want. MG's face was inching closer and closer to mine and I knew that he wanted to kiss me.

I wanted him to.

Being the crazy/rational person I was, I pulled back slightly and got lost in the thoughts in my head.

What in the hell was I doing? This was so out of character for me.

I didn't even know this guy and here I was almost kissing him.

But then there was the lonely part of me that yearned for the touch of his lips against mine. The part of me that just wanted to say the hell with it and let go for once.

MG seemed to see the conflict in my eyes and gently lowered his face towards mine.

"Just feel." He whispers and then he slowly pressed his lips against mine. I freeze for a moment and then as if a switch was turned on, my body began reacting and I felt myself melt in his arms. Of course the rational part of me was screaming but the touch of his lips on mine quickly threw all of that out the window.

His tongue gently prodded my lips for entrance and I parted my lips eagerly letting him in. His body, scent and the taste of him on my lips was creating a cacophony of sensations to erupt.

Our bodies were grinding against one another and I admit that I was more than a little aroused.

MG's hands were running slowly and sensuously down my hips and while I should have protested, I wanted nothing more than to let him continue his movements; preferably underneath some clothing.

It was getting hot and heavy very quickly. I could tell I was affecting him just as much as he did on me, especially by the prominent bulge I not so innocently pressed myself against. MG's lips began sucking gently on my neck and I let out a light moan as he sucks on a sensitive spot right behind my ear.

I was in a heaven but that slowly turned into hell when I realized that we were still on the dance floor and this was definitely not workplace behavior. Luckily for me, the numerous bodies on the dance floor hid me from any prying eyes of my coworkers. I pull back a bit breathless and try to center myself for a moment. MG rests his forehead against mine.

"What do you say we get out here? My place." He gasps.

"I don't know." I reply which comes out more as a moan as he presses his bulging erection against my back.

"Come on, let loose for a moment. No expectations. You're just as attracted to me as I am to you beautiful. If you don't want this I will gladly leave now." He whispers into my ear. I close my eyes and ponder his words for a moment.

What exactly was holding me back?

No expectations… hell I didn't even know his name but so what?

Goodness knows I was in a bit of a dry spell and needed a release desperately that I knew my B.O.B couldn't ease.

Oh fuck it.

I wanted to feel something tonight.

I was finally off of work and had nothing waiting for me at home but two pets that were potty trained and had fresh food and water.

"Why the hell not?" I whisper to myself.

"What was that beautiful?" he groans as I pressed myself back against him. I pull his face down towards mine.

"I said your place or mine?"

…..

Turns out neither one of us had far to go. MG conveniently had a hotel room nearby and with the short taxicab ride over, my body was vibrating in anticipation.

It was only a short 15-minute ride but sitting next to him in such a close proximity was killing me. MG would casually run his hands up and down my thighs never going exactly where I wanted him to. My hands were in constant motion in his hair, tugging gently and enjoying the soft grunts he would make. I was sure we were giving the cab driver a hell of a show but at the moment I didn't care.

The tension between us was thick and just as I thought I was going to lose it, we pulled in front of the building. MG threw a couple of bills at the cabbie and pulled me out behind him nearly dragging me in the process.

Rational Isabella would be horrified at her actions of leaving with some guy she just met hours earlier but free Bella wanted nothing more than to rip the clothes of her companion and do dirty things to him into the early hours of the morning.

The hotel seemed to be more of a residential building but I didn't have much time to look around, before I found myself suddenly inside the elevator, pressed against the wall.

MG quickly latches himself onto my neck and my hands tangle themselves into his hair. We both lets out groans as our lips meet; both fighting for dominance as we ascend.

Seconds or minutes could have passed as we kissed in that elevator. I prayed that no one came across us and witnessed the little groping session we were both having.

Our bodies didn't separate as the elevator doors open and we both stumble towards the door. I hear a jingle of keys and before I know it we're inside. We both pull apart and I slouch back breathless against the wall. My heart is pounding in my chest and my thoughts are a mess.

He made movement to come towards me but I shook my head in response for him to give me a minute. I couldn't think with him so close to me; his smell and touch corrupting my senses.

A small sheen of sweat begins to form on my forehead as I watch MG across the room. He had removed his jacket and thrown it across the leather couch in the center of the room. The buttons of his shirt was askew with a few buttons now missing and his hair a deliciously tousled mess.

I was oddly pleased that it was my hands that were responsible.

The room was quiet; our labored breaths the only sound in the room which seemed to echo.

We stared at one another and I closed my eyes momentarily to gather my thoughts.

Of course the rational part of me used this as the perfect opportunity to let itself be known once again.

Isabella Swan what are you doing?

You should be at home on your couch sipping on a glass of wine with your furry children.

This guy was a stranger and here you are alone at his place and you don't even know this guy's name. I guess that really isn't an issue either since I hadn't tried to reveal my name either.

He could be killer.

Well he could have killed me now if he wanted to by now.

But you don't know that.

I do know that. I'm a good judge of character.

Your past history says otherwise….

Damn..that's true…..

But deep down I had a feeling I was just being paranoid.

If I had any inkling that MG could do me harm I would have left by now and yet I felt safe.

Its seems to me that I had perfect self-preservation…at least when it came to him.

This was the part of me that I hated. The insecure girl who overthought everything. I had enough reason to be cautious given my previous history with men but my body obviously had other plans.

The crazy part of me continued to say why not.

Ignoring my inner monologue, MG slowly crept towards me. With each step that he took, my heart would thump wildly in anticipation.

He was now in front of me; his face inches from mine. It was mere seconds when he lowered his face towards mine and our lips touched. Feeling my body ignite and become even more aroused, I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him closer. My hands found their place once again in his hair as MG hitches both of my legs around his waist, pressing his erection right against my heat.

I moan loudly and MG half disoriented from my assault on his lips, carries me into the bedroom where he throws me down onto the bed where my heated flesh meets the coolness of the soft, silken sheets.

MG leans over me; his warm breath hitting my face as he smiles, causing a small one to spread across my own face. Our kisses resume and inch-by-inch our clothes are slowly removed until we are both naked.

MG looks down at my body intensely and I felt my traitorous blush spread down my chest. I try to cover my body with my hands but he isn't having it and gently raises my arms above my head and pins it with one of his own.

"Relax you're beautiful." He whispers. MG begins skimming his nose along my neck pressing tender kisses to the flesh before slowly trailing downward towards the swells of my breasts. My breathing became erratic as he presses soft kisses to each of my nipples before latching onto my left breast.

My body arching against the bed, I press my chest against his lips even harder. As if he could tell the other was feeling deprived MG attacks my other breast with the same fervor before trailing his kisses lower. First onto the dip of my belly button and then each of my thighs. MG throws me a wicked grin before slowly skimming his nose across the soft hairs of my sex.

I bite my lips nervously. No guy had ever gone down into that territory, either claiming that they wanted it done to them first or were too tired to reciprocate.

My paranoia flared for a moment.

What if I smell down there or he didn't like the taste?

Was I supposed to be this arouse.

I wasn't even sure how it would feel although if the wetness or pulse in my clit were an indicator than I hoped it would be good.

Those thoughts are long forgotten as MG licks a trail from my navel to my sex once more before slipping one of his long fingers inside.

"You're so wet." He groans. MG seems to be conducting a symphony the way he strokes me with his fingers; each pass slowly rubbing against the swollen little bud with the pad of his finger.

Its pure torture. I thought B.O.B could give me an orgasm but it was nothing compared to his fingers.

MG adds another finger and begins to pump them wildly causing my back to arch off the bed. God….the feeling of his fingers. I was so close and I could feel and hear the sound of his fingers pumping into me. Just when I was on the brink of finding release, MG lowers his face and sucks my clit into his mouth.

If the neighbors hadn't heard me before they surely did now. I practically melt against the pillows. If I thought his fingers were magic it was definitely nothing compared to the assault his lips were making. His talented tongue teases my entrance, causing my hips to move on their own volition against his face. I'm pretty sure I'm suffocating him with the way my legs are wrapped around his face but what a way to go… my orgasm explodes so suddenly that I barely have time to prepare myself for the sensations as he continues his assault.

"You taste so good beautiful." MG moans sucking even harder.

My breath was coming out in quick pants and much to my surprise felt a second orgasm coming. My body began thrashing wildly for some type of relief. MG finally gives it to me as I come hard; his lips sucking hard on my clit to the point its almost unbearable. I ride out my orgasm in such a euphoric state that I try to reciprocate but he shakes his head. He almost looks proud of himself.

I pull MG down for a heated kiss; my body stirring as I taste the salty sweet taste of myself on his lips. MG is hard and ready against my thigh and I blindly grasp him, feeling the thick, slick muscle pulse in my hand.

I was going to spontaneously combust if I didn't have him inside me soon. I barely manage to mutter out the words "condom" before I hear the tearing of foil and less than a minute later he quickly thrusts into me.

"Fuck!" we both scream out at the same time. Mainly on my part considering it had been awhile since I had last had sex especially with someone of his size (if you know what I mean). MG gives me an apologetic glance and gives me a few minutes to adjust. Once he sees that I'm okay, he quickly resumes his thrusts.

Our moans fill the air as MG pounds into me, the occasional "Fuck" or "Yes" falling from his lips. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall was something I thought happened only in movies but boy he was proving me wrong.

MG latches onto my nipple gently tugging it with his teeth. The sensations of his mouth on my breast and his member in my folds had me gasping for air.

It was such an erotic feeling that even my rational inner voice had shut up.

"Fuck you feel good, so fucking good." He pants. I sit up and switch positions so that I was now facing him on his lap; this position causing him to thrust even deeper inside me. Our lips mold together as I rock against him hard, my nails scratching a soft trail down his back in ecstasy. My breasts bounce almost rhythmically with each thrust and I feel the tightening in my stomach begin to build.

He must have been able to sense this and pounds into me even harder. "Cum for me beautiful, cum for me!" He grunts. MG lowers his hand to where we're connected and pinches my clit. This becomes my undoing and my walls clamp down on him.

Wave after wave of ecstasy spreads through my body as I ride out my orgasm. I can tell MG is close as his pumps become labored and the vein in his neck is angry and pulsing. Wanting to bring him the same level of satisfaction he's given me so far, I lean forward and suck on the sensitive skin of his neck and begin to rub my fingers along the tender skin of his balls. MG's body freezes as he comes, milking each thrust as my walls clamp down on him.

Watching him come undone was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

Watching the muscles in his back and arms flex and tighten under my touch as he came to grips with his own orgasm. Thoroughly spent, MG rests his head in the crook of my neck pressing soft kisses there and pulls out of me.

I whimper slightly at the loss of contact. He quickly discards the condom in a nearby trash bin and pulls me on top of him.

I wasn't a cuddler, but it felt nice to be laying there in his arms especially in post-coital bliss. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the smell of sex filled the dark room. I was exhausted and sleepy not only from the sex we just had but the night's workload as well.

Somewhere in the midst of laying in each other's arms rounds two, three and four ensued and I was sure I was going to die from orgasming too much.

I didn't even think it were possible to come that many times in one night and yet he brought me to the brink and beyond.

As tired as I was, sleep just wouldn't come. MG knocked out and snoring away softly with one of his thighs thrown over mine and my head on his shoulder. With the soft rays of moonlight illuminating the room, it gave me a chance to thoroughly look at him without fear of being noticed.

His skin was pale and smooth, save for a few freckles scattered along the nape of his neck and long eyelashes that were thick and dark that would make any mascara commercial jealous. MG's jaw had just the hint of stubble and my lips (not the ones on my face) itched to press against and feel against my skin.

In the silence of the room, rational Isabella made herself known. While she enjoyed the bliss it was time to come back to reality.

You just had a one-night stand Bella.

You aren't supposed to notice these things. You aren't going to see him ever again after tonight.

Noticing things led to more hurt and I think I had suffered enough hurt to last me a lifetime.

He'll probably kick you out after he wakes. You need to save face.

By doing what?

Leaving now to save yourself the embarrassment.

He probably thinks you're an easy lay…

I know I'm not.

He doesn't even know your name.

So its not like he can find you anyway. Leave now while you can.

Feeling my inner turmoil win, I slowly pull myself from MG's grasp and scoot off the bed. MG protests slightly but resumes his slumber.

Quietly stepping around the dark room, I pick up my clothes from the floor and tiptoed into the living room where I quickly get dressed. I pace back and forth momentarily wondering what I should do next; the fight between my body and my mind at an all-new high.

I could leave him my number but where would that get me? He didn't even know my name. I wasn't exactly looking for anything and he did say no expectations so why was I overthinking this.

Its just sex Bella.

And sex it would always be.

Following my mind, I gave one final glance to his sleeping form and snuck out the door into the night.

I should feel reassured….maybe even satiated at the thought of the release I found tonight and yet…I felt like I was walking away from something big….something that could have changed my life forever.

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xoxo Sylvia Cullen