Chapter 3 Hold still

Henrietta's POV

I stormed out of the wedding with tears in my eyes, feeling sorry for myself and my sad existence.

I should not be surprised they did this.

They have never cared about me. I have given and given all of me while they all take.

I stood by the door, hoping that one of my family will follow me out of the wedding or even anybody random.

But after a short conversation, my sister takes my place at the altar and they continue the wedding like nothing was wrong.

Nobody did. I was left alone. I cried harder when I realized that I truly do not have anyone in my corner.

My heart broke with every step I took.

I went to the hotel bar, dressed like the perfect bride but with no groom.

"rough day?" the bartender asked me as I cleaned off my tears, ruining my makeup.

"more like a rough three years. Do you have champagne here?" he nodded and I asked to bring the whole bottle

He opens it up for me and I immediately take it to my lips and start chugging straight out of the bottle.

"how much is this by the way?" I asked pulling the bottle away from my mouth.

"don't worry about it. I think I heard what happened to you. So it's free" I thanked him and went back to chugging.

I could feel myself starting to get tipsy but didn't care.

I placed my head down on the bar and listened to people go and come while I thought about my life.

I'm sisterless, husbandless and family less because I am definitely not talking to my family again. Ever.

I continued chugging and chugging, only pulling away to catch my breath.

My eyes got stuck on a guy that just walked in and he was FINE! What the hell?

What did I see in Peter? This dude looks like a Greek God and I just know his body is hot under that suit.

I gotta have him. Even if it's just for the night to take my head away from everything.

He sauntered, not walked. Walking is for amateurs. No this man glided.

He glided over to me and sat on the stool next to mine.

I was taking another sip of my champagne when his scent hit me, making me swallow air and choke.

He had on a statement perfume, the type that goes before you and stays after you leave.

He smelled heavenly.

He started pounding my back to get the champagne out of my nose.

I finally stopped choking and could catch my breath.

He smiled at me and said, "am I that sexy that you can't catch your breath around me?"

"oh please don't flatter yourself. You just couldn't compare to me. I mean do you see the big puffy wedding dress?" I told him taking a sip out of my bottle.

"oh I see the dress. You look beautiful in it. I bet you will look even better out of it"

"does that line work for you with other girls? Coz that was lame"

He laughed and finally ordered his drink.

He ordered those drinks that come from the top of the shelf and are always less than half in the glass cup.

He shoots the amber liquid back and doesn't even frown his face at the bitter and burning taste.

He caught me staring and goes, "what?"

"didn't that drink taste kind of hot and burn your throat?"

"yeah it did. Why do you ask?"

"you didn't even do the alcohol face"

"alcohol face?"

"yeah. The face you make when alcohol burns your throat. Not to be confused with the sex face though"

"I have seen your alcohol face. Can I see your sex face?" he said this and my brain went offline because I started thinking of him out of that suit.

My drunk haze reduced a little and I turned on the little charm I had to get him to drag me to his bed.

I made my voice sound husky and tilted my head to the side while looking at him through half open eyes. I bet I look like a horror film actor.

"now that is a pick up line. But I have a question" I motioned for him to come closer to me, "what name am I going to scream later?"

I asked him then sniffed him loudly, moaning a little for him to hear.

I looked into his eyes and watched them darken and his pulse pick up speed.

He stood up from his stool and bent down to throw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

" charge our bill to my room" he told the bartender then picked up my bottle and carried me to the elevator.

I told him I might puke so he set me down in the elevator and devoured me.

His warm lips met mine in a haste and I got lost in the feeling of him.

He tasted like the drink he just had, spicy, hot and all male.

I don't think I've ever felt like this when Peter kissed me.

I don't know his name.

I dragged my lips away from him reluctantly.

"what's wrong?"

"I don't know your name"

"it's Harry"

"hi Harry. I'm Henrietta" I said, panting a little.

"that's sexy. I'm calling you Henny from now on"

Before he can go back to kissing me the elevator dings and we're let off on the twelfth floor. My floor.

What a coincidence. I don't mention anything though so I can leave as soon as I'm done with him.

We got to his room and he pulled me inside after unlocking the door.

Slamming me on the door, he continued to devour me whole.

His hands roamed my body almost in a crazy way.

Our lips detached with a wet sound and we were left looking at each other and panting

"where is the zipper on this dress? I'm losing my mind" he said spinning me around looking for the opening

"it's a corset style dress. You have to loose the strings at the back" I told him while resting my spinning head on the door.

"well that's not going to work" he said and produced a pocket knife that shone underneath the fluorescent lights.

"hold still" he said.

Well of course I'm not going to move.

He cut every string on the back of the dress and ripped it off my body.

I stood by the door in only my panties and bra while his eyes trailed down my body.

"you are exquisite Bambi. So beautiful" he whispered, like he didn't want to break the spell of us.

"I've never done this before" I whispered when he gathered me in his arms.

"Dont worry I'll take care of you"

He proceeded to do just that. Over and over again throughout the night