Chapter 4 How big is it

Zoella

I took off my heels, clutching them to my chest as I watched Julian speak with the receptionist.

God, he was a delicious man and looked so much older.

How much older than I could he be? Twelve? Fifteen years? I would be twenty-four in a couple of months, and the man standing beside me looked thirty-eight.

What on earth was I doing? Am I actually going to do this?

Surrender my body to a stranger for one night of Sinful pleasure just because I was cheated on?

As soon as the question formed in my head, my pussy clenched as I watched Julian run a hand through his hair.

Such a bitch. My cunt was ready to go all the way. She has been panting after this man since we first laid eyes on him.

"Here you go Mr Julian, Room 11a. We'll send your order upstairs right away."

The voice of the receptionist cut through my thoughts, and I looked over, catching the moment she leaned forward slightly, giving Julian an ample view of her bosom.

But he paid her no mind as he turned to me, gesturing to the elevator. "After you, Kitten."

I walked ahead of him as we made our way to the elevator. He pressed some buttons, and the elevator started to ascend.

"So, whiskey girl, what's your name?" He asked as he pinned me with an assessing gaze that made my panties dampen further.

"Zoella." I bit my lip as I stared up at him.

"That's a beautiful name." He breathed as he moved closer, caging me to the elevator wall.

The elevator tinged, as the door slid open to reveal a long hallway. Room 11a came into view, and he swiped the keycard, granting us access.

The hotel room was pristine. Warm lighting and crisp white sheets. I should have cared about that, but my attention was wholly swallowed by the man standing a few feet away, peeling off his jacket like a goddamn Calvin Klein ad.

Julian tossed the key card onto the table and unbuttoned his sleeves with a casualness that made my thighs press together.

I blinked out of my horny haze and headed for the minibar.

"Don't even think about it." His voice came low from behind me. A firm warning.

I paused, my fingers inches from a bottle of vodka. "One drink," I argued, peering at him over my shoulder. "It's not illegal."

He walked over to me with a dominance that made the hairs on my arms stand. "No more drinking, Kitten. You've had enough for tonight."

I turned to him, defiant. "I can handle one more."

"No, you can't." His eyes pinned mine."You handled the last one by getting into the wrong car and trying to seduce a stranger."

I smirked. "It worked, didn't it?"

He shook his head in amusement. "You don't need another drink. You need to eat. I ordered room service. It should be up soon."

I narrowed my eyes. "What are you? My babysitter?"

"No." He leaned in, lips inches from mine. But ifIi were, you'd be in a hell of a lot more trouble."

Heat flashed between my thighs.

I stepped around him, brushing my shoulder against his chest deliberately. "Fine. No drink. But only because I'm curious to see what a man like you orders for a broken woman."

"I'm sure it would be something that'll ease the pain." He said in a soothing voice.

He sounded so gentle, I almost started crying again.

"I can take care of myself, you know."

"I don't doubt that." His tone softened, but his gaze didn't stray from mine. "But tonight? You don't have to."

I blinked. Just once. And that was all it took to feel the cracks widening in my chest.

Before I could spiral, he turned, moving toward the door.

No.

I crossed the room, blocking his exit with my body before I even thought it through.

"Leaving already?" I asked, trying not to sound breathless. "You ordered me food, and now you're just gonna... leave me here?"

He tilted his head. "You said you wanted one night to forget. That doesn't mean I'm obligated to sleep with you."

I smiled, inching closer, letting my fingers graze the hem of his shirt. "No. But what if I want you to?"

"Zoella..." he warned.

I took a step forward, pushing him back a little until his back hit the door. My fingers slid up his shirt, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath. "Why does it feel like you want me to beg?"

His jaw ticked. "I don't take advantage of drunk women."

I smirked. "I'm tipsy and hurt. And maybe a little insane right now," I said with a whisper of laughter. "But I'm not unconscious. I know what I'm asking for."

"And what are you asking for?" he rasped as his gaze dipped to my lips.

"You." I reached for his belt, and he caught my wrist-firm but gentle.

"You really want to do this?" he murmured, his voice rough now, threaded with something dangerously raw.

"Yes." I moved closer until my lips grazed his jaw. "I want to forget him. I want to feel wanted."

He stared down at me, breathing hard.

Then I felt it. Him. Hard beneath his slacks, pressed against me. It gave me courage.

I reached between us again, bolder this time, tracing the outline of him.

His breath hitched.

And then I grinned. "How big is it?"

His groan was low, feral. "Zoella..."

But I just smiled up at him, teasing and unapologetic. "Just curious what I'm signing up for."

He grabbed my wrist-firm but gentle. His eyes were wild now, the control he'd fought so hard to hold onto crumbling.

He traced a finger across my lips as I stared up at him. "If I kiss you, Zoella...If I touch you... I won't stop until I've completely ruined you for every other man."

My knees nearly buckled.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his jaw, whispering against his skin. "Ruin me then. Please?"

He inhaled sharply. And before my mind could register what was happening, he grabbed my butt, hoisted me u,p and crashed his lips to mine.

Shattering my world completely.