Chapter 5 Shall we count on luck

I accepted the hand he offered me. I was taken back to the kitchen. He picked up the wet towel I had left on the floor and said:

- He met me a few hours ago and he's already making a mess in my house. – he joked.

I did not laugh. If she hadn't already been hurt, maybe she would have found it funny. But I was quite confused about that man. He took my shoulders and looked me in the eyes:

- Relax, Meg. And accept my apologies... Please. I was afraid...

- Than? I asked innocently.

- From... You get pregnant? The statement came out almost as a question.

- This will not happen...

- Let's count on luck... That? He laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it.

- By God, you're making me even more confused and nervous. I could say I'm used to this sort of thing, but I'm not. I tried to make everything look normal and it didn't even cross my mind that you could tell... But then there was the bleeding. You confirmed that I had never been with another man... But I wanted it to be that way... Although I've never done anything so flippant in my entire life and I've criticized every girl I know who ever did.

He looked at me for a while and said:

- Sweet Meg, I didn't think you were experienced, although it also didn't cross my mind that you could be a virgin at 18. Nonetheless...

- Did you think it was that bad? I asked, not letting him finish.

- No... I didn't say that... - he said sincerely. - It was great. - He sighed and said: - I think you better put on a dry clothes. It will get cold.

- I don't have anything dry to wear anymore.

He left and went into the living room, opening the front door. After a while he returned with a suitcase and opened it, taking out a white shirt, handing it to me.

- You're really leaving. - I said when I saw the suitcase.

- Yes... As I said.

I went up to the bedroom and changed my wet clothes for his shirt. I dried my hair with a dry towel. Between wearing wet panties or not wearing anything at all, I opted for the second option. The shirt came to my thighs. And the world could end tomorrow, as Martina always said. And I would make love again to that arrogant stranger, mysterious and at the same time sweet. I knew I would never see him again in my life. And I had decided that I just wanted to live that night as if there was no next day. If the world ended, I wanted to be in his arms.

When I came down I could smell the food spread through the house. And I realized that I was very hungry. I went to my backpack and took out my cell phone. He didn't even call. I think it had spoiled with the rain. I sat on the stool, facing the island-shaped table, fiddling with my device, which was still dark.

- Have you had success with your device? - he asked.

- No. - I said throwing him on the table.

- You got... Well. - He said watching my body carefully wearing his shirt. I could feel the desire in his eyes.

He turned back to the stove and I smiled. I would show him that I wasn't a girl... I was a woman. He had turned me into a woman... full of desire for him.

- If you get wet you can catch a cold, stranger. - I mocked.

He looked at me sarcastically and took off his shirt, showing his perfect body, leaving me with a quickened breath as I looked at him again naked. I was pretty sure that was intentional... On both sides.

- What time is it? I asked.

- It's past midnight...

- Exactly what time would that be?

He laughed:

- Why worry about the time?

I shrugged. He was right. I didn't have to care about the time. I just had to hope time passed slowly. And I knew that when the day broke, nothing else would be the same in my life. And I didn't want to know that man's name. I didn't want to look desperately for him when he was gone from my life. I just wanted to remember as the most beautiful, perfect stranger who walked past her, making me do everything I'd run away from all along. Sunday would soon dawn and I would go back to being Megan Miller, the correct, restrained girl. So at that moment I would take the opportunity to simply be Meg, who didn't care about anything but herself and her pleasure.

- It smells great. – I observed.

- I'm a great cook. – he boasted. - And I'll be even better.

- I can only give my opinion after I prove it.

Then he set the table perfectly set and served my plate. He made pasta with some vegetables and a thick sauce that made my mouth water before I even tasted it.

He sat down and helped himself too.

- Why will you cook even better? I asked curiously.

- I'm going to take a cooking course outside the kingdom... And I'm thinking about opening a restaurant in the future.

- Hmm... Maybe I'll hear from you then, soon?

- I hope so. – he said pouring wine.

- And you had all these fresh vegetables waiting for me when you kidnapped me? – I asked confused.

He laughed and raised his glass. I touched mine to his and drank the liquid before tasting the food. I hated alcohol, but that wine was very good, unlike others I had tried before.

- I was living here before I left in the late afternoon... So there was fresh food. Probably when the maid came to clean the house on Monday, she would use it or take it away. I don't usually worry too much about it. She usually takes care of everything around here.

I tried the pasta and it was absolutely perfect.

- I'd pay for your plate. - I confessed. - Very good.

- Thanks.

- Your family must be lucky... to have a cook like you.

- You bet not. – he said indifferently.

- And your girlfriend? – I ventured.

He looked at me:

- Are you calling me an infidel?

- Should?

- I'm not unfaithful... But I confess that if I had someone in my life, today I would have been for the first time.

I felt my heart beating faster. I looked at him and said:

- Then we would have had a first time in common.

He smiled seductively:

- I feel privileged to have been chosen.

I blushed and didn't say anything. I finished the food trying to keep quiet so I wouldn't be betrayed by my sinful thoughts.

- So you're really afraid of the dark? - he asked.

- Yes... I always have. I don't sleep without a light.

- What do you feel?

- A panic... I can't explain it.

- I've never met a woman afraid of the dark. – he said playfully.

- Now you know.

- The girl afraid of the dark who walks in the middle of the street without lighting during torrential rain.

- Yes... I did it wrong. I was careless.

- If it weren't for that, we wouldn't have met, would we? - He said winking, getting even sexier as he stared at me.

'I think so...' I picked up my plate and put it in the sink. - Since you cooked, I'll wash the dishes.

- You don't have to do this, Meg.

- I always do this at my house. I think I do it well... Just like you cook.

When I realized he was already behind me. He put his body next to mine and took the plate from my hand, placing it in the sink. He turned me to him, facing me and said:

- I could bet you don't just do that well... In fact, I can say without a shadow of a doubt.

He ran his hand down my thigh and slowly moved up, realizing that I was naked under my shirt.

- Fuck, Meg, you're not wearing panties!

I saw all the desire igniting even more in him. I looked at his perfect mouth, waiting for mine, and kissed him without a second thought. That man aroused desires and sensations that I had never felt before. And I was determined to make it the happiest, craziest night of my life. That stranger was beautiful and on his way. He wouldn't charge me anything. It wouldn't be behind me. No one would need to know what happened but him and me. The stranger picked me up and carried me to the couch. My body burned hotter than the crackling hearth fire. He took off his shirt as he watched me intently, looking deep into my eyes. Before he kissed me again, I stopped him with my hand and said:

- Could I get a condom? After all, we can't count on luck, can we?

He smiled and left, picking up the wallet thrown on the couch he was sitting on earlier. Before he got back, the light went out all over the house again. I was afraid, but in a short time he was with me. He hugged me and said in my ear, affectionately:

- Don't be afraid... I'm here with you. And I won't let you.

He took my mouth in a passionate kiss and I could have sworn there was feeling as we touched. I didn't want in any way to get involved with that man sentimentally... even though I felt like I was already delivered from the moment I kissed him for the first time that night. Even though I tried to calm down and accept that this was normal, deep down I knew it wasn't... Not for me. The stranger was making a difference in my life... in a way that had never happened before.

We made love again, in a different way than before. Although I hadn't felt pain the first time, I felt safer now. And willing to explore his body and pleasure him the way he made me feel. And so I gave myself completely to the moment of pleasure and discovery that he showed me with skill and dexterity. I've never made such a right choice in my entire life. A boy my age would never make me feel everything that stranger made me feel.