Chapter 5 A NIGHT WITH A STRANGER!

MIA'S POV:

I still couldn't believe I had let a stranger into my home. Not just any stranger, but a man-someone I didn't know had never met before. Not even Martins, my boyfriend, had ever spent the night here.

I picked up my phone, hoping for a missed call or text, something from him, but as usual, the screen was empty. No messages, no missed calls-nothing. Sometimes, it feels like I'm the only one putting any effort into this relationship. Martins is so consumed by his music that he forgets about everything else, even me. He doesn't think about his future, his career, or us.

A sigh escaped me as I turned over in bed, the weight of it all heavy on my chest. Maybe it was time to walk away from this relationship and focus on what truly matters-me.

I stood up, restless, and headed for the kitchen to grab some water, trying not to disturb the stranger asleep on my couch. The thoughts swirling in my head had made me thirsty. I took a slow sip, trying to clear my mind.

As I headed back, I couldn't stop myself from stealing a glance at him-something I'd promised I wouldn't do. Earlier, when he defended me against Mr. Wilson's threats, I felt a strange sense of happiness. No one had ever stood up for me like that. I watched him sleep, looking so peaceful, yet clearly uncomfortable.

The couch was far too small for his tall frame, and he was lying awkwardly, his injured arm crushed beneath him.

My heart twisted. I can't even offer him a proper place to sleep, I thought. He was a guest in my home, and I couldn't even give him comfort.

I found myself walking closer, watching him closely. His face was relaxed, but I couldn't ignore the way he was lying-on his injured arm. Didn't he feel the pain? Or had he just fallen asleep despite it? My mind raced with concern.

I crouched down in front of him, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to help, to move him, so he would get up from the hand that was injured, but he was so big, so strong. Could I even do it without waking him?

As I sat there, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and uncertainties, my mind played like a broken record, repeating a single sentiment: I should really leave. It was then, quite unexpectedly, that he suddenly stirred. His eyes flew open, sharp and piercing, as though he had been alert the whole time, and if anyone dared suggest he had been drifting off in slumber seconds ago, they would have been met with disbelief. Those captivating eyes of his seemed to hold an entire universe of mysteries, and I could only stare, caught off guard by his unsettlingly handsome features.

"I...your arm, I wanted to..." I stammered, my voice barely rising above a whisper, my thoughts tangled and my words fleeing. Those entrancing steel-grey eyes bore into mine, and I felt an inexplicable warmth spread through me-no, I had to maintain my sanity.

"Is there a problem?" he inquired, his voice rich and commanding as he sat up abruptly, the sheets falling away to reveal his bare chest. I felt a sudden flutter of something unnameable in my chest, compounded by the sheer presence of him sitting there, so close.

"Your arm... you were lying on it," I managed to respond, my gaze reflexively darting to avoid the mesmerizing fact of his nearly-naked torso, which seemed to beckon for attention while I continued sitting on the floor.

"Uhmmm, I think I will just go back inside now. Sorry for waking you up..." I mumbled, trying to shift my position in the tiny confines of my sitting room in an attempt to create some distance between us. But instead, movements brought me inching closer to him as my space behind me was small.

Those steel-grey eyes, so striking and unusual, held me captive as I struggled to gather my thoughts. My breath caught in my throat as I attempted to form a coherent response, my heart racing in a familiar rhythm that mirrored the chaos of my mind.

"I'm so..." I began, but my voice faltered yet again as he leaned in, the distance collapsing between us to an almost unbearable closeness.

"No, he's not about to kiss me," I insisted within the confines of my own mind, a frantic mantra meant to ground me in reality. There was something so inexplicably different about him, a stark contrast to the world I inhabited, and I truly could not fathom why a man like him would even consider wanting to bridge the gap between our vastly different lives cause obviously, he looks like the rich kind of guys.

He leaned in closer as he grabbed my face and began kissing me. This felt like nothing Martins and I had shared.

I felt a sweet sensation running through me. He fetched me from the floor and placed me on his lap as I faced him. He grabbed my butt and squeezed it so hard, but not in a painful way and...I think I like it. Shameless!

Martins and I had never gone this far, and instead of stopping this, feeling bad, or guilty, I didn't; I was enjoying it with a stranger.

"Take off your panties," he said as he pulled me away. He gradually placed his hand under my pajamas and gently pulled them off while looking into my eyes.

" Come here," he called to me as he placed me back on his lap. I could feel myself wet down there, and I even wanted more.

He leaned into the nap of my neck and kissed it. He was menacingly using his teeth, kissing and arousing more needs; needs for a stranger I didn't know.