Chapter 3 CALLING CARD

I pretended to be able to wash away the grime and the memory of last night while taking a bath. When my hair finally dried, I walked to my closets to get some overall pajamas. After a while, I lay down on my plush bed and was astounded by the ceiling until the repeating memory of being in the disco club returned.

I haven't gotten over what happened earlier yet.

The middle-aged pervert who nearly raped me was there again, along with the baffling array of disco lights in their many hues. I could still clearly picture him kissing my neck, which I detested. I flung my pillows to the ground and started to cry from the immense aggravation and fury I was experiencing.

Different feelings poured out of my heart.

I had no idea that the fun I had at the disco club would be overshadowed by a traumatic experience due to a rude, maniac man who came dangerously close to trampling on my femininity.

I grieved in silence for a while as I curled up on my bed. The incident was still fresh in my thoughts, and up until this point, the anxiety in my chest had persisted. However, after a while, I began to think about the young stranger who had stolen a kiss from me once more.

At what he did to me, I couldn't help but bite my lip, and even now, I can still feel the warmth of his lips on me. I felt like I was fantasizing about him at these times, but it was so delicious to relish the moments our bodies collided. However, I was abruptly horrified and embarrassed of myself. Just now, I felt such a scorching feeling slicing into every vein in my entire body.

It wasn't until I was dozing off in my bed that I realized I had been thinking about him nonstop and had overlooked his calling card.

I had believed that he would simply go from my memory, but I was mistaken; he followed me throughout my dream.

He immediately forced me into the bed while I was still in my room. When my body was revealed after he had begun to undress me, he kissed every inch of it. Every time his lips touch my body, I go insane. Prior to pulling his hair, I was squealing with joy.

I pleaded with him, "Oh, Babe, please, I want you inside me right now."

He caressed his manhood and said, "All right." He was in the mood to tease.

Even better, he approached me and kissed my ear.

He licked my earlobe and asked, "Do you want me?"

I sighed in frustration, "Yes."

He squeezed my nipples and stroked my breast. He penetrated me in a single swift stroke, moving quickly and roughly as I had desired. I screamed with joy because I was so thrilled. I had reached the climax when he even sucked my nipples, but he kept moving inside of me.

I screamed out loud, struggling for air, "AHHH!"

One of my legs was draped over his shoulder by him. He violently and fiercely pumped me from the inside, like a ravenous beast. He pumped me harder since he wasn't finished.

"Oh my gosh!"

He eventually reached the peak and fell on top of me.

When I opened my eyes, I immediately got out of bed and nearly collapsed. I rolled my eyes and looked around; there wasn't a man in the bed with me, and I saw that the sun had peaked through the window.

I got out of bed right away because it was morning, but when I looked at the butt of my pajamas, I realized that it was wet. I felt around, and I found that the wetness was coming from my feminine parts, so I immediately took off my pajamas and my underwear. When I realized I had sperm leaking while I was sleeping, my eyes opened when I saw the sticky, creamy white sperm. I also had intense blushing and chilly sweating.

I then understood that I had previously had what are referred to as "liquid dreams," but how could that be? Is it feasible for a woman to have liquid dreams, which is the act of passing a creamy liquid from the penis while one is asleep, which exclusively occurs in men? And he turned into my sexual fantasy in order to make me ejaculate; since since I met him, I haven't been able to comprehend myself; I've already used profanity, and thinking about him makes me need sex even though I don't even know who he is or even his name.

I quickly grabbed the white body-tight dress Jennifer had lent me from the hamper, shook off the fabric till the calling card fell to the ground, picked it up, and carefully read the name of the young stranger.

GUILLERMO R. LACOSTA

Young Mafia Billionaire

My hands were shaking, and my body was starting to become cold as I nearly dropped the calling card and it slid to the ground. I couldn't quite believe that he was a powerful, influential billionaire and, even worse, a Mafia. At this point, I may have been in danger of losing my life, and it's possible that he was already pursuing me with his bodyguards as retaliation for what I did to him the night before. I was shocked and uneasy for a moment when I thought about how I had slapped him and said hurtful words.

However, I suddenly recalled what he had stated.

"Call me if you need anything; I'm ready to help, especially with teaching you how to make love,"

Is it feasible that if I save his life, he will assist me? But when I thought back to what he had just said, I became even more frightened and concerned.

" I guess I'll just ask Jennifer what your true name is,"

There are many women with the name Jennifer in the globe, but with someone as wealthy as him, nothing is impossible. He can trace all of my friends and where I reside, so I am confident that once he figures out where I am, I will be dead.