Chapter 3 Cute Stranger

My nipples hardened in my bra, they turned rock hard and I was barely stopping myself from touching them to make the aches go away.

Did he feel the same way I felt?

"This is not the condition to drive. I can drive you home." He says seductively and for a minute I was dazed but shook it off.

"Hahahaha... This isn't a movie or one of those stupid novels. Get your head out of your ass and get lost. I don't need your help and never will!" I snarled and fought his hands off and hurried to where my car was parked with wobbly legs.

I've never drank this much since I lost my family and to be frank the alcohol was too strong to what my drinking ability could take.

I felt a knot in my stomach ready to spill everything but I held them back in and slipped to the driver's seat. My hands unzipped my bag and brought out the keys with trembling hands and my vision worsened so I couldn't see anything, not the car's steering or the keys.

I blanked out.

BROKEN ANGEL

Jessica's POV

My head felt foggy like an internal battle with swords, dragons, and horses. Extreme lighting peeked into my eyes and I winced before slowly opening my eyes and a different view serenades.

Did I die and go to heaven?

The room wasn't far from an exotic bedroom that cost a huge buck, from the huge bed to the glassy walls in those high budget movies and the walls were artistically painted. It was extremely furnished, something I'd love.

How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was my conscious shutting down.

"Do you like the room?" I turned to face the door and my breath hitched.

What was he doing here?

It was the stranger from last night with shiny blonde hair and if I thought he was cute last night he was way cuter this morning.

His features shone brightly and I kind of felt insecure why he'll look so good giving me a run for my money. He had a tray in hand and he dropped it at the table and focused his blue eyes on me. What was he looking at? I followed his gaze to see my cleavage popping so I wrapped my arm around it protectively and watched him swallow back his lust.

Fucking pervert!

"Did you kidnap me against my will? Psycho!"

"I would have loved to see your face when I threw you over my shoulders with your ass bouncing as I jogged to the stairs. Your ass was round, firm, and soft. It will be befitting for my Cock."

Stupid me flickered my gaze to his boxer briefs he wasn't wearing anything formal than a casual loose fitted singlet with a long V-line leaving his sexy chest in display and his boxer briefs which outlined his big boner. His maleness was huge and it was packed at the middle of his tall frame making my pussy throb.

What would tasting him feel like? Cut the crap. I've lost my mind.

"You can't stop yourself from daydreaming about me. I know you want me but the question lies, do I want you?" He had a proud smirk on and I didn't want anything more than to slap that shit out of his face.

"I'm leaving." I scrambled to my feet, my legs could barely hit the floor when I staggered backward weakly and the apple-cigar scent enveloped around me. I didn't need to be told he was closer.

"Careful, you're still weak. Come here I made you some soup and tea to help with your hangover."

"I'm not hungry." I retorted stubbornly and the betraying stomach of mine saw it as the perfect opportunity to grumble loudly which made my stomach vibrate.

Stupid stomach!

I barely had breakfast yesterday because of the thought of doing something romantic for Samuel and I got to his place to meet a shocker and ended up filling my stomach with alcohol.

"I think your stomach isn't as stubborn as your mouth. Now eat up." He carries the tray and seat at the portion of the bed and takes out the lid from the dishes.

"What are you do-ing?"

"If you don't want to eat I don't mind feeding you. What are friends for?"

"I'm not your friend!"

"Shut up and eat. If you argue I'll lock you up in this house and feed you till you swell. Now open up!" He dipped the spoon into the soup and slowly made it to my mouth. I sighed and reluctantly parted my lips and the food sank in.

I thought it was going to be trash and yuck but it tasted nice. Did he cook for me?

Butterflies were dancing in the pit of my stomach and realisation hit.

I liked the stranger.

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"I'm sorry for not calling earlier. My battery died and something came up so before I could get that done it was late. I thought you must have left. In short, I'm sorry...nothing I say will make you forgive me." Belle rants almost out of breath sitting opposite me in my office, despite everything she was saying a tugging smile spread out on my lips.

The thought of the stranger never leaving my head. After he fed me he got me a new pair of pink work clothes and shoes and how he knew my size baffles me.

"Are you listening to me?" She taps her fingers on the sleek mahogany desk of my office. I was the managing director of Gracewood International Company. It was handed to me by my father's will and lots of other companies and properties left to my name after his demise.

"Oh... yes.. what were you saying?" My fingers pushed back some strand of my hair that fell across my face as I stood upright arranging my suit.

"Girl you went puff! What's going on?"

"It's nothing, I'm just tired and deserve a lot of rest." I lied and bit my inner cheek and focused on the computer trying to act busy but it was all a facade.