I lazily open my eyes, finding his pinning me to the spot. The way he looks at me, it’s as if he can’t get enough.
“Why do I feel so drawn to you?” I blurt mindlessly, my mind only feeling the pleasure Landon inflicts upon me.
He shakes his head, breaking eye contact before he thrusts into me hard, his dick hitting that spot again, and again. Like a match finding its spark, I grasp the sheets, hanging on for dear life as my body drums with an intensity that leaves me holding my breath. Warmth ignites in my abdomen, racing through my body like wildfire. My head pushes into the mattress, my body heaving as it chases that realm of ecstasy into oblivion. I scream, the feeling of him fucking me hard, the feeling of my orgasm crashing into one internal thought: euphoria.
The sensation of falling but flying at the same time slowly dissipates, allowing me to finally grab that morsel of oxygen I need so desperately. Landon roars a feral moan, stilling above me as he comes. His body suddenly relaxes and he falls on top of me. His weight nearly crushes me.
I turn my head, finding the red glow of the lights from the hotel. I yawn, my body aching and suddenly exhausted. That thought of wanting to feel or being wanted, even if it was just for a few minutes, clouded my better judgment. If I was smart, I wouldn’t have slept with Landon, but how could I resist the draw between us? How could I possibly turn down a man who looks at me like I’m Heaven?
I sigh. Landon is going to rip my heart out. But the worst part is, I gave him way more than that. I just gave him my mind, body, and soul. I gave it all to him.
EIGHT
CHARLIE
The overwhelming feeling of being warm wakes me. With my body sweaty and sticking to the sheets beneath me, I finally open my eyes.
“Fuck,” I whisper as the hotel room comes into focus. The night before rolls through my mind: Chasen and his friends and… Landon. I sigh at the thought of Landon then jerk my head up and look for him, but he’s not next to me. I sit up, noticing his clothes, on the floor the night before, are gone. Frowning, I climb off the bed. I scamper into the living area still naked, my feet padding against the floor echoing through the suite. Nothing. He’s not here. I nibble my bottom lip, unsure what to do, when my eyes catch a note on the kitchen island.
You need this more than I do.
-L
Looking down, I find two stacks of cash, making me gasp in shock. An uncontrollable shame bubbles through my limbs, my lungs refusing the entry of air to the point I collapse on the floor.
Money. After sex. I shake my head, and tears pour off my cheeks onto the handwritten note. I bite my bottom lip angrily, my teeth nearly piercing the skin. I knew sleeping with him would be a bad idea, but I was too high on lust to care. A small piece of me, a small juvenile piece of me, thought maybe I could be wrong, and I would wake up to him displaying a full menu of breakfast items this morning because he didn’t know what I would want to eat. I thought he realized how alone and misunderstood I felt, that he would be here this morning. I’ve never felt more alone than I do right now. The ache in my chest never burned with such emptiness before.
I run my hand under my nose, sniffling the uncontrollable snot back, and roll my eyes. A sudden laugh escapes my mouth. Those fairy tales might exist for some people, but not me. I’m meant to be alone.
“I was so stupid to think he would want anything to do with the likes of me,” I grit out loud. “Hell, he probably has a stuck-up wife back home, or at the very least dozens of girls throwing themselves at him.”
If the Lord ever tried to tell me anything before, it was never as clear as this. I get it; I’m a whore. Sex then money. I stand on wobbly legs, finding the money sitting perfectly.
“There must be a thousand dollars here,” I whisper, picking it up and thumbing the stacks. I don’t know whether to be pleased or disgusted by the amount. Hell, I basically just sold my virginity to him.
I laugh—an uncontrollable, belly-cramping laugh. I laugh at the fact that even though Landon slipped out, paying me for my pathetic way of life, I would do it all over again. The way my body, heart, and soul connected to him last night, the magnetism I had toward him, was so surreal. I shake my head. He’s right; I’ll never forget last night, never forget him.
“Asshole,” I exclaim, slapping the cash back on the counter. I’ve been looking out for myself since day one, and I’ve been fine.
Besides, I should be used to this feeling after the last twenty-four hours. I’ve grown accustomed to its ache deep in my chest. I slip my black dress on and notice small streaks of blood between my thighs. “Shit,” I whisper.