Chapter 2 The night stand

Chapter 2

Angie POV

I had walked inside the bar, broken, but not really broken. I'm here to try my luck on my prey. "Jack Royce." To throw the bait at him, maybe he'd fall for it.

I glared at him from the corner of my eyes and sees that he was staring hard at me. I had put on the look of a broken girl. I heard from the spy who was planted in the bar that my prey was around.

I had rushed within 120 secs and finds my dress. Racking my brains for a better moment to have a pretty conversation with him, either through violence or cool chats depending on his aura.

He was a former mafia lord, underestimating him will be my biggest regret. I remember clearly my client words, which were also the organization I was working for. "He killed your father, kill him, but don't allow your emotions to blow up the whole operations. Fucking this off, will..." He stopped halfway, smirking at me. "I guess you know." Yeah, I know. Apart from the fact that this prey killed my father and I wanted to kill him, there's a hostage whose life of hers and her baby is based on my victory.

Now, I was sitting down, and he was staring. Rolling his eyes at my thighs. I darted my gaze to him, and it honed with his. He was huge, broad chest, light brown curls hair, thicker arched eyebrows, sharp jaw and a straight pointed nose.

His gaze was transfixed at me, my heart jumped for a moment. He was glancing at me and also was on a phone call. What if he was calling someone to come mark my face and runs a background check on me?

I was so curious that I couldn't help but to staggered on my feet and pushed off the bottles that were neatly placed on the table. The sounds from the shattered glass attracts the attention of everyone who were present in the bar. Even though, the bar was scanty. I wasn't surprised because today was Monday.

Oh, God!! I was at his front, I was pretending to be drunk, and he was just staring at me. I grabbed the phone off his ear and glance at the screen. The screen light was off, so I asked weird questions. "Who the hell were you talking to over the phone? Why do you keep staring at me?" I screamed at him to trigger his anger, but he was calm as the dark ocean. His face was scaring and yet unreadable.

I intentionally throw up on him, but he was just too calm, and I felt my heart melt for him. He had drawn the attention of the bartender, and I was so scared that I might've blowed the whole operations.

I dipped the tip of my finger in my mouth, trailing it down the straight line between my breasts. He turned, and our eyes met, he lost control because I was giving him a seductive smile and stare.

"Hey boy, I'm not going to give this to you." I shoved his cellphone to his face and pulled down my mini skirts, I watched him stare at me while I buried his phone inside my pants.

He rolled his eyes at me, infuriated at my actions, he took a deep breath and sits his asshole on the fucking bar stool. "You want to get it, get me drunk and fuck with me tonight with my cries serving as substitute for a jockey play." He never said anything, the signal for the bartender who in turn comes with Jack and coke, whiskey.

He uncorked the wine and pour them in a glass cup, offering me one of the cups. I took it from him and gulped it down within a shot. His gaze never left the drinks in his hand.

There was an absolute silence between us, by the time I'd try to clear my throat, I realized we had downed a whole bottle of whiskey, with two glasses of Jack. I felt uneasy on the inside, his handsome looks were quenching the revenge in my heart, making me want to forget about the assignment.

I tried to stop myself from drooling over him, but could help it. I asked for his name, he told me without hiding anything. "Jack Royce, a gym instructor. You mind knowing my address or want to get laid in an open place?" His jokes were mostly like a warning. I was do curious in knowing his house, but who knows of the trap he'd have set Tor me since he was on the line and was staring at me.

"Your address? That sounds funny. Look whatever, I do not wished to know your house but..." I rolled out my tongue, licking the bottom of my lip. I licked the glass tip with my tongue with my eyes glued on him all the way.

"I want to get laid by you over the night, hope I haven't asked for too much?"

"Quickie? Long hour? Minutes? Or over the night?"

"Over the night." I chimed, not giving him the chance to say any other thing. He let out a faint groaned and said, "I don't bury my cock around in some fucking pussy."

"You know I last longer on the bed and I like it raw. Once I'm fucking with you, you aren't permitted to sleep around, will you be able to abide by these rules?" Fucking crazy, we aren't couples. I was going to scream this at him but, thank star, he's catching the bait.

So with sex, I'll be able to take this idiot out of the way. He's naughty, what does he mean by; he lasts on the bed?

****

Once we get into the hotel room, I was in before him. He was trying to lock the door while I was walking towards the bed. He suddenly grabbed me by my arms, dragging me backwards so that my ass was pressing hard against his hard, erected cock.

Oh gosh, he really has a huge cock, I felt my honeypot vibrating at his scents. He brought his mouth closer to my napes and I felt goosebumps. His hot breaths were fanning against my flesh.

My legs wobbled at his instant touch, his fingers finding their place to my thong, sliding it apart. On the process of doing that, he was planting kisses on my napes. He suddenly stopped kissing and dragged his finger to the center of my honeypot, rubbing gently on the entrance, I was fighting the urge to moan.

"Ouch..." I moaned out when I couldn't bear the pleasure anymore. His tongue was running on my nape, he was licking and sucking on it profusely. At a time, he will stop and lick on it, but then he'd continue to suck like a kid who was sucking his mother breasts. The feeling was something else, I feel better, I feel like having more of him.

I whimpered under his grasp, he was sucking slowly on my nape with one of his fingers finding it way inside my honeypot. "Oh gosh..." I drawled.

I whirled back so that we could see each other, but he yanked my hair and pushed me forth. "Oh, please kiss me." I squeaked in a shaky voice, trying to keep my balance. I was feeling drowsy because my legs were shaking.

He never stopped, rather, he added extra two fingers to the first one making it three thick fingers in my cunt. I love that, I love how he'd do a "come in signs." In my cunt and then straightening back his fingers. "I'm not done with you, slut." He mumbled, his voice sending me to wonderland.

He pushed me forward with my face down on the bed while he raised my ass up. He had my hands brought to my back under his fierce hold. I was going to choke when I had to raise my head up, so I could breathe. He begins to sniff on my cunt, using his tongue in circling my sensual spot. "Oh please." I cried.

"Tell me why you've to choose me despite the number of men present at the bar?" His questions make me heart to skipped faster. This was it, he had turned me on and finally trying to torture me by sliding in his cock.

"Talk or I leave." He ordered. This was serious than I had imagined. I want him, I really wants him inside of me. I might talk. "Wait!"