I tiptoed out slowly, mindful of the throbbing ache between my thighs that prevented me from moving quickly before he woke up. It was a reminder of the intense experience from last night, which had turned out to be one of the most memorable days of my life. Who could have imagined that sex could be so incredible?
To be honest, it felt therapeutic in a way. The way he kissed me slowly, his tongue exploring my mouth with fervor, while his hands gently cupped my breasts and two of his fingers found their way inside me.
I was fully aware that I shouldn't have allowed this to happen, but strangely enough, I didn't feel any regret. I had willingly given my virginity to a man who was old enough to be my father, someone I barely knew aside from seeing him at the club after my boyfriend Caleb had abandoned me at the train station. It was late when I dialed Caleb's number for the umpteenth time, but he still didn't pick up. I stood in the train station in Texas, gawking at my phone. Glancing at my watch, it was already 10:47 PM, I had been waiting for the past three hours and fear tensed up my body as my heart pounded in my chest.Caleb had abandoned me, knowing the trauma I had experienced from being abandoned by my mom. I couldn't hold it any longer. My legs were beginning to tremble in fear as each thought slipping through made my knees buckle beneath me. When I raised my head in anguish, I saw a club and entered without thinking twice and then I ended up in bed with the man in front of me. I turned the doorknob slowly, ensuring it didn't make any sound, and leaped out with my right leg leading the way.
"Isn't it too early?"
His voice was like a perfectly aged red wine. He was indeed perfect, from his voice to the way my thighs tensed up, muscles contradicting each other in a ravishing way. Dirty thoughts found their way into my mind, reminding me of the same voice that had whispered dirty words in my ear while he thrust deep into me last night.
I quietly closed the door, careful not to make any noise that would cause it to bang against the wall. But I didn't turn around. If I did and made eye contact with him, I knew I wouldn't be able to leave. This man had a hold on me that I couldn't explain.
"Why are you leaving so early?" He yawned, pulling the sheets closer to his body in an attempt to cover his nakedness.
"Nothing! I need to catch the first train back to..." I cleared my throat, trailing off. No, I shouldn't tell him where I was headed. That's what my mom taught me.
"Where are you headed to? If you tell me, I can arrange a private jet for you or send you in my convoys" He stood up from the bed, his posture strong and commanding, exuding an air of pride as he swaggered into the bathroom. He has pride,I didn't need a soothsayer to explain it to me,well he has it all;Handsome,rich and sexy!
"If you won't tell me your location, then at least tell me your name!" I heard him yell from the bathroom, and I slowly swallowed a gulp as I rolled my eyes twice. Is it a good idea giving a one night stand my name?
"Taylor!" I shouted loudly enough for him to hear before running off. My family didn't care about my whereabouts, but I had friends who did. Speaking of the devil, my phone rang.
Picking up my phone and looking at the ID, I said, "I'm on my fucking way!"
"Oh, it's too early to use the 'f' word. I'm sure you had a good time with Caleb," she remarked. My face turned grim. That son of a bitch abandoned me, but I ended up having the best time of my 20 years on Earth. Finally inside the train, my mind wandered back to the man I had given my name to. It dawned on me that I never cared for his number. Well, one-night stands aren't meant to be relationships anyway, and he's quite too old to be my husband. I chuckled.
Taking out my phone, notifications chimed in like water, and I just rolled my eyes in frustration. Clicking on the first blog, it opened, and I fed my eyes with its contents. Scanning through, a picture caught my interest, and my brows furrowed as I clicked on the picture to confirm...
It was him! The same man who had whispered dirty things to me last night was on the internet. Who the hell is he?
My eyes scanned further, and there it was, his identity. "Governor Williams Martinez." My breath stopped, and my jaw dropped open, unable to form coherent words in astonishment. Surprise struck me like a lightning bolt as I thought, Did I just sleep with a married man with kids and a freaking governor?
"Washington, D.C.! This is your stop!"