He looked at his clock and sighed.
"Finally."
The day was finally over.
He got off work again, the usual, exhausted, the tiredness sank into his bones after a long day of crunching numbers and fixing messes at the investment firm that were caused by his retarded ass coworkers.
His shoulders ached, his eyes burned from staring at screens, and the weight of everything... especially, Rucci's betrayal, kept him from a thinking a single good thought the entire time.
He walked out of the building, the cool evening air hitting his face, but it didn't refresh him.
It Instead just reminded him of how fucked up his life had become.
He headed to his car, keys jingling in his pocket, ready to drive home and crash.
Then he remembered..
He had to meet up with her.
"How are we supposed to even meet up?" The thought slammed into his brain like a truck.
He didn't have Maliah's number, and she sure as hell didn't have his.
They'd fucked in that alley without exchanging anything but bodily fluids and moans.
No names, no contacts...just raw fucking.
To her, intimacy.
To him, desperate sex.
He looked at his phone, the dark screen reflecting his pale face.
She'd said "after work," but how?
Was she just gonna magically show up again?
His stomach twisted with a mix of fear and that stupid horniness that just wouldn't quit.
He shook his head, sliding into the driver's seat, hand on the ignition.
Until—
~ RINGGGG
His ringtone went off with a screeching tone that made him jump, his heart pounding.
He scrambled, fumbling his phone out of his pocket like it was on fire.
"Unknown number?" He stared at the screen, the green call button glowing.
> Who the hell was this?
He hesitated, then swiped to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
It was her. Maliah.
He was shocked, his mouth going dry, eyes widening as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"How did you get my number?"
His voice came out sharper than he meant, laced with confusion and a hint of accusation.
She responded with, "Don't worry about itttt." In a casual, more laughing type of way, like it was a joking matter, her tone light and teasing, almost giggling through the phone.
Then she continued,
"Meet at the Orzio Motel."
One of the most expensive motels in the country.
Ravin's jaw dropped.
The Orzio plaza? That place was legendary.
Luxury suites with jacuzzis, room service that cost more than his rent and views that screamed "rich people."
He'd seen ads for it on major, big billboards, but never dreamed he'd step foot in it.
"WHAT??! I don't have enough money for that motel!"
He said exhaustedly, his voice cracking with fatigue and disbelief.
His bank account was already tight from bills, and splurging on a place like that? No way.
"Hehehe, but I do." She said cheeky, her laugh bubbling through the line before she cut him off, the call ending with a beep.
He stuttered a quick "hello?" into the dead phone, then acknowledged that she'd hung up.
"Shit," he muttered, staring at the screen.
> What the fuck was this?
Part of him wanted to ignore it, drive home, and forget.
But that wetness on his hand from earlier, the way she'd whispered "feel it," kept replaying in his mind.
Alot of things stopped him in his tracks...but sadly, it was his male nature at its core.
His cock twitched just thinking about it.
He sighed, started the car, and punched the address into his GPS.
"Fuck me sideways." He said, sighing an exhausted sigh.
The drive was a blur, traffic lights streaking by as he wrestled with his thoughts.
Why was she doing this?
Was it a trap?
Or just her being... her?
He arrived at the Orzio Motel, the place towering like a palace, all glass and gold accents, valet parking and doormen in suits.
He parked himself, feeling out of place in his rumpled work clothes.
There she was, standing already outside, a shiny red dress hugging her curves like it was painted on, red heels clicking on the pavement, her purse red too...everything matching, screaming "fuck me".
She looked like a fucking goddess, the kind you'd see in magazines, not waiting for a guy like him.
He was... at awe.
How did he even pull this beauty?
It's more like she pulled him, though... no?
Why did he deserve this? Or was it all a trap?
His mind raced, doubts piling up.
Was she using him? For what? Money? Pleasure?
He thought long and hard, staring at her from the car, his heart thudding.
Finally, with enough courage in hand, he parked properly and got out, legs shaky.
Walking over, she spotted him and waved with a cute smile, her hand fluttering like she was greeting an old friend.
He waved back, awkward and stiff.
"Yo." He muttered, his voice low.
"Heyyy." She said, dragging out the y's in that playful way that made his stomach flip.
"Excited?" She asked inquisitively, tilting her head, her eyes sparkling.
He thought a bit, then responded, "More like scared."
It was the truth...scared of what this meant, scared of losing everything all over again.
She hooked arms with him in a cute fashion, her touch warm and firm, before dragging him a bit toward the entrance.
"C'mon, let's go."
She said, smiling brightly, her excitement increasing as the seconds go by, like this was the best night of her life.
A quick flash happened... more like a camera flash of the useless bits.
him being surprised at the price she was paying for the room..
"holy shit, $800 FUCKING DOLLARS A NIGHT?"
—Her dragging him up the stairs,
Them kissing at the entrance of the room, tongues tangling together and intertwining as the door clicked open.
Click. They made it in.
Already kissing.
This kiss was passionate, deep, as if their souls fused, Both their bodies pressing together as they stumbled inside.
They dragged themselves against the wall, knocking over nearby appliances.
A lamp wobbled, a vase jiggled a bit, something clattered to the floor.
Not anything of importance.
His hands roamed her back, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress, while she nibbled at his lower lip like a rabbit.
They met the bed. She spun him around suddenly, her strength surprising for a female, then pushed him onto the bed.
He fell back, the mattress soft but the impact jarring, his head hurting a bit from the sudden switch-up.
"Uhh," he grunted, blinking up at her.
He raised his hands, stopping her in her tracks as she had already begun to unbutton her blouse, her fingers eager.
"Wait."
She smiled and tilted her head kind of innocently, pausing mid-unbutton, her boobs peeking out teasingly.
"Like?"
She asked, inquisitively, her voice sweet but with an edge of curiosity.
He responded, "How do you have my number...,"
Then followed up with a "why did you try to have sex with me on our first meeting..,"
And quickly blurted out, "why are you like this?"
His questions were genuine questions, nothing of the lazy type.
Thought out.
His brain had been fostering thoughts ever since their first meeting... And now?
He had all the chances in the world to ask them.
He wanted answers, not a short form of pleasure.
The confusion was eating at him, mixing with the arousal building in his gut.
She sighed, sitting down next to him on the bed, her dress riding up a little, exposing more thigh.
"I've been stalking you."
He also sighed, not surprised.
Rubbing his temples, he responded blankly.
"Why."
He was fed up, the word coming out flat.
She responded,
"Because I wanted to feel your cock, dude."
Straightforward, no bullshit, her eyes locking on his.
He looked over slowly, confusion on his face, brows furrowing.
> What the hell? The fuck is wrong with her?
She however, was smiling innocently, not matching the tone she had just set, like she'd just admitted to liking ice cream or some tasty dessert.
"Uhh... I uh." His brain short-circuited, words failing him.
Stalking? For his dick? It was insane, fucking mind boggling.
But part of him felt a twisted thrill, a new sensation, a type of a want he had never experienced before.
Before he could think further, she pushed him onto the bed again, getting on top of him and looking him deep into his eyes, her body straddling his hips, the heat from her pussy pressing against his crotch through their clothes.
"Y'know..... you took my first time as well."
Ravin blinked thrice, fast, his mind reeling, another bombshell.
"Pardon?"
His tone a mix of shock, confusion, and even more questions.
> First time? He'd fucked her raw in the alley, but... virgin? That didn't add up. She seemed too confident, too experienced.
Before he could ask any more questions, he felt the grip on his pants from both sides...her hands tugging at his belt and zipper.
Then a yank. His cock plopped out, half-hard from the kissing but not fully there, exposed to the cool air of the room.
"Now who's my good boy?" She said, tracing his shaft with her finger, light and teasing, circling the head slowly, making him twitch.
"Hm?" She was a bit confused... He surprisingly, wasn't hard.
Not like before, when she'd grabbed his hand and he'd felt her wetness.
Then—
He pulled away from her grasp.
Sliding under her and quickly backing up until he was at the corner of the bed, crouching away from her touch, his cock softening further.
"I'm not in the mood."
He said blankly, his voice steady but his eyes avoiding hers.
She stared at him, her finger still hovering, then sighed.
"Okay okay....."
She slid back a little, but not off the bed.
Her eyes locked on his, intense, like she was weighing whether to push or pull.
The room felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken words, lingering to be said...her dress hiked up, his pants undone.
She licked her lips, slow, deliberate, a kinky tease that made his pulse quicken.
"Fine. No more games. You wanna talk? Let's talk. But sit closer..."
He inched a bit forward.
"Good boy." She responded, tapping his head softly.
He scooted forward some more, their knees brushing.
The contact sent a jolt through him, tension coiling tight.
"Alright. Spill the beans. Why stalk me? Why me?"
She leaned in, her breath warm on his cheek, voice dropping low.
"Because you looked... breakable."
He pulled back slightly, frowning.
"Eh..."
She squinted.
"I can tell your into it too..."
She continued cheekily, as to press for a reaction.
"Your the kinky type that likes being degraded."
She smirked.
He recoiled a bit, his body jolting upward.
"I... I'm not."
Maliah, lunged forward, her lips by his ear, her hand on his mouth, squeezing his lips shut.
"Oh."
"But you are... "