I do not entertain desperate women

When I look up at him, his eyes engulf me. My gaze wanders to the perfectly sculpted jaw and the perfectly shaped nose that sat in between. Then there were his plump lips, which defined his face.

"We should clean that up,"I snap out of my reverie when I hear his baritone voice in my ears.

I suddenly realize I've been staring at him for a few seconds. My face flushes immediately, and I want to run away.

He looks at the jumble he's made of my body. Fortunately, my clothes had a large opening in the front that kept the wine from getting into my dress. A good portion of the wine had spilled on my chest and bulging cleavages. Then I notice him looking at me with what appears to be a smirk on his face, and I suddenly want to melt and die.

"Jewelry from Langston," he says, and I look down at the necklace that hangs on my chest.

"Yea… I received it as a New Year's gift from my ex-boyfriend last year, and can you believe he just broke up with..."

"I should probably stop talking," I tell him as I turn to leave.

"Your dress," he says, clutching my hand, and my heart skips a beat.

"I'll walk you to the restroom... let's clean up that mess," he says once more. Then I turn around to face him.

This is not a sign that I should fall in love, I tell myself. But those perfect eyes were so convincing that I let him walk me to the elevator.

"So, what do you do for a living?" He inquires as we exit the elevator.

"I used to be an unemployed rich girlfriend, but now I'm on my own," I grumble.

He walks without saying anything until we reach a guest room. I take a deep breath, realizing the risks of following a stranger. He walks in, and I pause for a moment before following him. Then he walks to the bathroom to get a towel.

"You are pretty to be single," he said to me, and I looked up at him.

Isabella don't fall for that, I said to myself. Men like this were probably worse and I would be damned foolish to fall for his sweet cues.

"I mean if you were mine, I would protect you, and make sure you do not leave my sight," he said, unbuttoning his shirt.

Wait what?

He took off his coat, and then he pulled off his shirt leaving him bare chested. I gaped at the sight of his abs and chest muscle. He looked like a Greek god. I was too engulfed that I didn't know when I reached out to touch it.

I ran my hands shamelessly on him, and he caught it roughly.

"Don't do that!" He said immediately, and his brows became wrinkled as his expression hardened.

"The part which you thread is dangerous," he said, running his hands on my lips.

"And I would like to explore it," I said immediately, holding onto his hands.

I didn't know what I was doing and if this was desperation, but I wanted to be free tonight. Dora would be proud to know I bagged a man, and that I was getting over my depression phase.

"You are making the worst mistake," He said with a scoff, then he handed his shirt over to me. "Put this on, and I'll take you home," he said.

I pulled off my gown, and got into the shirt. Boy was I relieved to be out of it. I couldn't breathe for a long time.

I walked out of the room to meet him. He was seated on a couch with a glass of wine in his hands. He gulped down the content left in his glass, and then he stood up.

He walked to the closet and pulled out a new shirt.

"So.. what do you do for a living?" I asked, sitting down on the bed.

He walked up to me with the shirt in his hands. " You seem quite inquisitive about my life," he said and I stared without saying a word.

"Maybe because I am interested in you," I said to him, and he paused for a while before letting out a short laughter.

He put on his shirt and crouched down in front of me, then he ran his hands up my thighs making my breathing increase. He ran his hands deeper in between my thighs while I threw my head backwards. His hand got closer to my panties and I felt my heart palpitate while i closed my eyes and licked my lips. I gasped immediately he touched me. He rubbed his hands slowly on my panties, making me moan out loud. Then he paused for a while and withdrew his hands.

I opened my eyes immediately, and noticed his darting orbs as they stared at me.

"Why.. why did you stop?" I asked and he pressed his lips in a hardline. Then he stood up and continued to button his shirt.

"I do not entertain desperate women," he said immediately, putting his hands in his pocket.

His words struck me badly, like a sting from a bee. Was he calling me desperate? I mean why did he bring me all the way to this place if he didn't want something sexual.

Fuck you, I muttered.

He turned to leave and I stood up immediately.

"Hey, are you just going to leave me here?" I asked.

"I'll send someone to take you home, so sit still and he'll be here in a few minutes,"

"If you'll excuse me, I have a party to return to,"he said to me and then he left…