A Night In Vegas

ONE 1.

KRYSTAL

I couldn't think, my brain couldn't register what this cute stranger was doing to me, what he was doing to my body. I was drunk for sure.

My mind could be playing games on me.

He took my lips in, kissing me softly, sucking on my lower lips, making them boggy, I couldn't help but kiss him back. I couldn't comprehend, my mind was in a catastrophic state and all I could see was shadow.

The only thing that filled my head, that clouded my mind was the images of Chris and the lady he was fucking beneath him, their moans. I was hurt.

I let the tears flow freely from my eyes down to my lips, tasting its bitterness, the bitterness of heartbreak. The stranger licked on my tears, and on my lips, he sucked like he owned it.

In the dark room, the stranger pushed me lightly on the bed, laying me flat on my back. He unbuckled his pants before climbing on me, kissing me wholly. My mind, my heart, my brain wasn't stable. I'm hurt, I'm in pain, I was bitter but was aroused.

The stranger unclothed me, unbuckling my bra leaving me stark naked before him.

He nibbled on my tits, like wafers coated with candy, sucking them red and I moaned. He continued sucking them till it became hard and erected.

He Kissed both nipples gently before attacking my lips at a faster pace this time. He ran his fingers over my body, down to my V-area.

I could feel my orgasm building from within already like I was going to blow off.

He toyed with my clit, which was now bulging with blood of pleasure rushing through it. He pinched my clitoris lightly making me yelp, mouthing a moan without realizing it. I was aroused, sexually aroused.

What this shadow of a stranger was doing to me was total pleasure. He's messing with my mind. My head was already messed up, same as my heart.

He slowly rubbed his middle digit softly over my pussy stirring up orgasm. I swallowed down nothing.

The friction of his fingers against my sex and my juice gushing out like tap water, gave squishy sounds as he rubbed on a faster pace. I moaned again, loudly this time.

He pinched my clitoris which was already hard, sexually excited, throbbing with blood of arousal.

I jerked, a mixture of pleasure and pain making me breathe uneasily and I let out more tears.

My pussy throbbed, clench and unclenched waiting and silently begging to be fucked.

He plunged his digits inside my little cunt, twisting them around my area, making me wet, pouring out more cum. I winced, whimpered, and moaned to both pain and pleasure as his digits did magic to my inner.

He fingered- fucked me, drawing out more of my juice with his fingers. I was wet as fuck. I blew off twice before he pulled his fingers out of me. Blowing air from his mouth into my pussy, I nearly went mad.

He licked up my cum from my pussy with his tongue and I shuddered and jerked under him.

The wet touch I was getting made it feel like heaven. He licked me clean before returning to my tits, sucking them like oranges.

He sucked on one and fondled with the other pinching them, making me curse and fucking wet.

I felt his dick teasing my area without penetrating, tormenting me. I was hungry for sex, I was aroused, and my mind wasn't stable. He was toying with me. I was impatient. I could fucking cum from this teasing.

"Just fuck me up, Chris!" I managed to say in my drunken state. I wasn't seeing the stranger, but my drunken mind assured me it was Chris. I've always wanted to do this with him.

"I'm not Chris you slut!" I hear the stranger say with a voice strangled in lust before thrusting deep and rough inside me that I thought his dick touched my rib cage. He thrust in and out slowly at first before increasing his pace.

He fucked me like a whore, making me scream and moan for more, for deeper thrust, for rougher sex. I moaned and cried out Chris's name.

The only thing that could be heard was the sloppy and squishy sounds of our sex, his dick stuck in my cunt. Our moaning and groaning gave rhythm to the intercourse with his body grinding into mine.

I heard him groan and curse. He was enjoying this intercourse. He was deep in sexual pleasure.

I was quick to hit climax, my orgasm builds stronger inside my walls making me scream in ecstasy.

I want to cum but the stranger was still fucking the fuck out of my pussy, we both came with him collapsing on me. His dick was still hard inside me. I felt his sperm flowing on my inside but was too weak to nag.

He pulled out of me slowly, pulling me into his hands.

I just had sex with someone I didn't know. I wasn't even sure if it was real because everything felt like a dream to me.

Slowly and peacefully I drifted into slumber stark naked before him. The shadow of a stranger.

The next morning, I woke up with a serious migraine because I had a lot of tequila last night.

I touched the bedside but no one was there.

It was cold indicating that either someone had not been lying there or someone left earlier.

I stood up with a start, I was sore and naked. I wasn't with anyone last night, I remembered moaning but I couldn't remember anyone touching me.

I was drunk.

Maybe I have been hallucinating or masturbating to get wet and sore like this. I concluded.

I quickly booked a flight leaving for New York ASAP before heading to the bathroom.

I took my bath hurriedly, wore the clothes I picked from the floor, and left the hotel in haste straight to the airport.

I sat close to the window side, reminiscing on what had transpired yesterday.

I had come to Vegas with my boyfriend Chris for an easter vacation. We were supposed to go sightseeing and tour in Vegas that day but unfortunately, I had to go alone because he suddenly developed a headache.

I walked in on my boyfriend Chris, and a broomstick lady he was fucking beneath him.

He was fucking her without shame and that alone made me cry. They didn't even stop after noticing my presence.

I was hurt to find them grinding into each other, I was hurt to find Chris fucking her with so much pleasure in his eyes on the same bed we shared on the first night he took my virginity. That was approximately five days ago. It was the gory sight of Chris and the fucking girl he was with that made me leave.

I left the hotel for a nearby pub to clear my head with some alcohol. I was practically dead. Chris could cheat on me, I've never imagined.

I kept drinking and drinking until everything under my sight became blurry and hazy. And I landed on a bed in a hotel room, waking up naked.

For all I care someone has taken advantage of me but who could it be? I wouldn't know.

I cried continuously, obviously regretting coming to Vegas.

All I've ever wanted was to have a perfect boyfriend and husband, I have always thought of our relationship as perfect. I've never imagined my relationship to have any dent in it.

To me, Chris was just the man I needed but now I lost him.

I cried when the plane took off, I cried when the plane finally left Vegas.

"What has happened has happened and it accounts for nothing. Plus, what happened in Vegas stays in Vegas." I consoled myself with a mantra.

I lost Chris, goodbye to him. I couldn't care less. He's dead to me.

And to Vegas, it was a waste of time and a memorial for heartbreak.

I was heartbroken, the tears wouldn't stop flowing, It flowed down to my lips and I could taste its saltiness.

I was ready to move on. Fuck Chris and his bitches, fuck Las Vegas and its picturesque views.

New York, here I come.

TWO.2

Krystal

These past few days have been a mess. I've been a mess.

I stayed in bed not wanting to get out. I was still in total despair. My eyes were swollen due to excessive and uncontrollable tears. I cried for so long that my glands couldn't secrete more tears.

Chris hasn't called since then making me sob more. Bastard!

He shattered my heart. My mind, heart, and soul were pretty damaged. I haven't eaten since I came back from Vegas,

I haven't got out of my room, my room was in total disorder.

I've broken every breakable in the room, with the mindset of breaking Chris's heart as the same.

I could barely contain my anger and pain and I passed them down to my innocent furniture.

What Chris did to me was what I'd never imagined would happen.

I didn't resume work at the office, I called my boss earlier to request more time, at least more days to clear my head and get over this Chris cheating act.

Courteney didn't know I was back yet, I haven't phoned her since I came and I don't want to now cause she will want to get the full details of the trip and doing so would break me again. Even my mom knows nothing yet.

My door opened, and Mom came in with a tray of food in her hands.

I never told her I was hungry and she didn't even know I was back. I guess the maids would have told her about my sudden behavior.

She gasped loudly when she saw the mess I created in my room, she tiptoed to the bed, avoiding broken glass so she wouldn't get injured.

"Krystal, what's come over you? What's the mess all about?" She asked, shaking me vigorously, pulling the sheets off my body.

I pulled the sheets back, covering my face this time, releasing more tears. Mom doesn't know about what happened in Vegas.

She sat at the edge of the bed,

"Krystal?" She called and shook me again.

"Krystal, are you okay?" She asked, this time feeling my body temperature.

"Krystal you're burning up! Jeez! Stand up." She ordered. I didn't want her to see my face but I stood up anyway.

"Mom, I'm fine," I answered weakly as a few tears dropped down my eyes.

She noticed it and drew closer to me, patting my head now on her shoulders. She doesn't know what's wrong but she's acting like she does.

"Stop crying Krystal, stop crying. Talk to me about what happened. In Vegas? You didn't tell me when you came, you didn't even let me know you're back. And now I found you alone in your room, in a total mess, turned upside down, crying. Talk to me Krys." She spoke calmly, persuading me to speak.

I wasn't ready to tell her about what happened in Vegas yet, I wasn't ready at all. She could continue asking me but won't get a word from me. I'll tell her at my own will. Not like she'd believe me.

I shook my head in negation to tell her nothing happened and also to dismiss the topic. She understood me and kept quiet about it, still holding me close to herself, stroking my hair like the doting mother that she was to me.

Despite her endearing love for me, I can't bring myself to tell her everything that has happened to me. I love so much because she has always been the mother I wish to have but some things are better left untold. Just like the night Chris and I shared or the sex escapade with the shadow of a stranger whose face I didn't see. I can tell her about the heartbreaking sight of Chris in bed with another woman but will not tell her that I'm no longer a virgin or I had sex with two men in Vegas and to think of explaining that I knew not the second one, is a death wish. I can't tell her that.

Mom has always wanted me to get married as a virgin. To her, that's enough to make her proud.

Mom approved of my relationship with Chris, like we were betrothed to each other from a tender age and both families endorsed it. Mom loves Chris so much.

Such a gentleman! Was her description of Chris.

She tucked me into bed after dragging me out to have a cold bath. She arranged for my room to be cleared.

I wouldn't tell her anything about Chris now and she wouldn't let me be.

She stayed with me all night, not wanting to leave.

I pretended to fall asleep, I watched her standing up to leave. She kissed me goodnight on the forehead and turned off the bedside lamp before moving towards the door, she flipped off the light switch and a thick blackness enveloped the room. She closed the door lightly.

And slowly I drifted into dreamland, into Chris' world to know why.

" Ahhh! Uhhh! That's it, baby, that's - the - right - spot." I moaned with my voice breaking at intervals in his ears, I was at the point of climax. I moaned again, my orgasm building stronger, I jerked. My cunt clenched and unclenched, his pelvis grinding into mine. He kept thrusting his full length into my small hole, grunting in pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so tight you little whore. Fuck as tight." I heard him say, "Ahhh!" He let out a groan when he reached climax.

Our sex was rough, the bed moved in the rhythm of our session. I felt his cock grow bigger inside me, making me yelp in pleasure. I kept moaning.

"Fuck me harder please," I begged for sex

"You're so tight. Fuck! I could come now." With that he blew off, he released, letting out a throaty grunt before pulling out from me.

"Ahhhh!!" I screamed, waking up with a start. I had a dream, I had sex in a dream.

"What the fuck!" I touched myself to find out I was wet with sex juice. Did I fuck myself?

I had sex, waking up to see no one on my bed, I had it in a dream and I was fucking wet, with my clitoris hard from pleasure. Had someone come into my room to fuck me?

A few nights ago, in Vegas, I woke up naked in a room I never booked, I woke with dried cum on my thighs, confirming sex, but with who?

The voice in my dream sounds familiar.

Someone is playing with my mind, someone is messing with my head, with me. Everything seems strange and I couldn't map it. Maybe I was hallucinating.

But could I have possibly orgasms from just hallucinating?

I slept with the thought of Chris only to wake up to sex with a shadow in my dreams, which I can't comprehend. My brain was too tight to think.

Someone possibly slept with me in Vegas. But why didn't he show his face to me after that night?

Just immediately, realization hit me, I got the mapping.

I had left Chris in anger and pain, headed straight to a pub, and had myself drink into a stupor. I remembered someone snatching my drink from me, taking me into a dark room, and.......

The scenarios of that night filled my head. I didn't see the stranger's face because he had a mask on but his green eyes and blonde hair I could easily remember. I remembered addressing him as Chris, I remembered his reply, calling me a whore same as in the dream, I remembered crying in ecstasy on his lips, I remembered everything but not his facial looks or who he was, only his green eyes I could see vividly.

He took advantage of me and now I see him in my dreams, toying with my subconscious mind.

But there's nothing I can do to him, I don't know him and can't track him, and with my consoling mantra, 'everything that happened in Vegas stays in Vegas'. I'm not going to drag issues.

I cleaned up the thick juice from my pussy, before returning to bed. I didn't turn off the light this time for fear of having another sex session in my dreams.

Chris caused this.

I made a mental note to dismiss the marriage agreement, I'm not interested anymore, and Chris can go to hell. I'm going to start work tomorrow and move on with life.

I slept off, snoring.

LUCAS POV

I haven't been at rest since I left Pablo's bar that morning.

I had gone there the day before at dusk to relax my nerves, I had been stressed out. I had gone alone to take a few bottles of whisky and feel the liveliness of the club.

I wouldn't have gone to such a local pub, considering my reputation and the fact that I am LUCAS VANOWEN, founder and CEO of Vanowen's group of companies. The pub was below my standard but Pablo was my pal.

I sat in a comfortable space where I could get a good view of everything happening in the bar.

Girls strippers made passes at me but I'm not a fucker and I don't do strippers.

Halfway down my drink, I spotted a brunette, a pretty one drinking herself to stupor. She looked pained.

I gulped down my drink hurriedly, walking up to her. I felt something was drawing me to her but I can't tell what it is.

I noticed her tears when I got close to her, her eyes were red and swollen, her hair clinging to her cheeks. She looks devastated.

She spoke, more like a murmur, to herself questioning why. I was forced to withdraw the glass from her, it's tequila, why would she take something so strong as this? I'm not concerned about people and I don't know why I care now.

I stared at her face for a long time, her lips caught my attention. I didn't think twice when I pulled down my mask, going for them.

I sucked on her lips like wafers, I could taste strawberries on them. The kissing got so intense that my celibate cock began to stir into action, my dick wriggling beneath my pants ready to act.

With reflex, I carried her into a dark room and fuck the living fuck out of her pussy, renewing the strength and service of my cock that had been celibate for months now.

Her pussy was fucking tight, more cause to fuck. It was obvious she just got deflowered or maybe she has been celibate too, cause she cried and moaned anytime I hit the G-spot, moaning out the name of some fucker which did nothing but anger and provoked me into rough sex. I fucked her like a whore.

I sat in my office, reminiscing on the escapade of that blissful night, I'd had sex with a tight cunt after a long period.

After the session, I left the bitchy brunette early the next morning for an emergency meeting.

And hell!! She was fucking pretty.

I had released inside her that night out of pleasure. I hadn't come with a condom anyways, because I never planned on sexing any lady that night but I did. I wouldn't want to waste my precious sperm so I had to release them inside her. I felt a connection after that session, something was lingering. It could be lust or just another urge and hunger to fuck her one more time.

My mind kept on drifting to that night, wishing to repeat such again. I had returned to the pub after my meeting but was told she left already. Too bad, I would have taken her again.

Sex is sweet, especially with the brunette bitch. My pretty brunette.

"Mr. Lucas, here are the files you demanded for." My whore of a secretary said, cutting me short of my thoughts. She's putting on a short one-sleeved gown with slits, almost revealing her thighs and her boobs popping out.

She's always so desperate to catch my attention. Not only her but practically all my female staff. Like who won't crave to have a cute guy like me? But too bad, I am not interested in desperate whores like them.

Though I've had her twice, not on my own will but out of an unsuppressable urge.

I collected the files from her quickly, not sparing her a glance. I dismissed her almost immediately. She was disappointed, all her dressings in vain but I care less.

The thought of the brunette kept flooding my mind, I wasn't concentrating anymore. I need to clear off my head with some delectable bitches, not one probably not two, I'll fuck damn pussies tonight till the pretty girl's image blurs in my mind. I'm not a fucker.

I dismissed my staff and left for home.

THREE.3

Krystal.

"Yeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" I was greeted by a loud squeal immediately as I stepped into the office. Courtney would never change. Well, she missed me, I can tell.

She gave me a bone-breaking hug, choking me in the process.

"Courtney.... I'm..... Choking.... I.... Can't breathe." I muffled before she released me, plastering my face with kisses.

She was looking more cheerful, with the bright smiles she displayed only when she was anticipating a long-expected gist. Courtney can be a crazy bitch yunno.

"How was the trip? How was Vegas? What is it like? Do you have fun? Where did you visit?" She asked hastentingly, bombarding me with questions, without letting me settle down first.

"Courtney!!"

She's not even giving room for rest, I just resumed and I wasn't ready to talk about anything yet, Chris and Vegas palaver would be the least of my thoughts this morning.

Courtney stared at me with those puppy eyes of hers, sulkily appealing.

"Courtney please not now. Like fuck! You've got the wrong timing ever." I said, batting my lashes. Something I do always when I'm having a hard time and Courtney noticed it.

"Wait. Did something go wrong in Vegas?" She asked suspiciously, staring at me like a mother would stare at her pregnant teen daughter.

She always knows when something is up with me.

"Courtney," I called her gently, trying to divert the topic which I know of course is impossible.

"I still have to report to the boss, okay? He's not aware of my presence yet." I said walking out immediately and heading to the boss's office.

"Krystal, you better bring back your ass here and tell me what the fuck happened to you in Vegas." I heard her saying and I smiled unconsciously.

Talking to Courtney about Chris and his shameless act is like planning a death wish on him.

I remembered her warning him never to break my heart. It was a strict warning.

Courtney never liked Chris, she'd be mad if I told her about it.

Well, I don't plan on keeping it away from her, I'll have to tell her sooner, willingly or she'll get the words forcefully.

Courtney has been my friend since high school and also a colleague at work. She's two years older and sees me as her baby sister.

"You're my kitten to look over Krystal." She'd say to me anytime I have an issue or when I'm not following her advice.

Courtney herself hasn't been in any relationship since her last, she refused dating for years now. She had lost her high school boyfriend to a car accident and since then she locked her doors.

She fucks men alone for money with her slogan 'Fuck for the money.' Courtney is a slimy bitch, a real one. She loves money like her life.

I explained to her all that had happened in Vegas, from the shopping spree to the deflowering night. At that she squealed, making me roll my eyes at her. She loves bad things I forgot to add.

Her expression changed when I told her about Chris cheating and me getting drunk at a pub, ending up on a bed to a sex escapade.

She'd burst out laughing when I mentioned that I had had sex with a total stranger.

"Fuck Krystal! A stranger's shadow? Bae." she laughed so hard, annoying me. She's supposed to feel pitiful and not find it amusing.

"I'm not kidding Courtney, it's not funny okay! I don't know this stranger, I didn't see his face. It's all Chris's fault that I end up in someone's depravity." I said soberly, on the verge of tears.

"Okay back to Chris now, that motherfucker dares to mess up with you huh?" She said seriously now, fuming up. She hates Chris with everything she has.

"Courtney it's okay, I already got over with him, like I'm done with him and I've moved on alright? Take a look at me Court, I'm done with the fucker." I said I couldn't care less.

"Oh no! My Krystal! Look here, I know you're just trying to be strong and bold enough to move on but that nigga has broken you, hun. Moving on from this won't be that easy." She said to me calmly, she doesn't believe I've moved on.

Of the truth, Chris has broken me, damaged me, and left me shattered in pieces. All the weeping for weeks wasn't in vain, Chris is dead to me. I have moved on when I say I have.

"I've moved on, Court, I have," I said with my voice breaking at the edge.

"It's okay bae, it will be just fine okay!" She held me so close, consoling me and making me sober and whimper like a baby.

I let the tear hanging drop in bits.

I told Courtney about my idea of calling off the marriage agreement and she seconded it.

Practically, I spent my whole break hour, discussing with Courtney. I haven't had anything in my tummy yet. I left the house before breakfast, cause I didn't want to see Mom. But Courtney made my day, making me forget my pains.

Krystal's POV

I climbed down the stairs sluggishly, stamping my foot clumsily against them. I have opted to have dinner in my room but mom won't have me do that.

I drew out a chair from the table. It gave a loud screeching sound.

"Krystal you should raise that chair, you've got no broken bones, have you?" She said not facing me, dishing out her food.

I ate with haste, rushing to escape Mom's questioning look and I was also famished. Mom's awkward, countless stares, made me slow down to eating bit by bit.

"Are you okay Krys?"

I only nodded cause my mouth was full and bloated with food. We ate the remains of our meals in silence, mom kept staring at me like I'd suddenly developed four eyes. Well, I wouldn't know cause I feel weird.

Immediately after the meal, I stood up hurriedly to leave when Mom stopped me.

"Sweetie, not so fast, you haven't told me about it yet." Mom spoke. She cut me down with the question. I know what she's asking about but I played ignorant.

"About what mom?" I asked feigning ignorance.

"About Vegas dear?"

"What about Vegas mom? What happened to Vegas?"

"What happened in Vegas when you went with Chris for the easter vacation Krystal? You haven't said anything about it to me yet." She said, this time facing me, staring directly into my eyes.

I can't escape now, I have to tell her already.

"Mom, I broke up with Chris." I surrendered

"Why?" Her question came out more like a whisper.

"I caught him cheating with another lady, Mom. I couldn't stand it and I had to leave Vegas immediately," I explained sharply and briefly but she remained unperturbed like what I'd said didn't sink in, didn't make sense.

"That doesn't account for you breaking up with him Krystal. Everyone makes mistakes, you might have walked in on him screwing another lady but you don't know the context of that sex. The girl might have seduced him." Mom said, sounding unbelievable and irritating to my ears.

"Mom, are you for real? He was screwing another lady right in front of me, there couldn't be any context behind any sloppy sex they had, Mom. He was cheating on me and he knew it would break me. He saw me, Mom but he didn't stop, he kept riding on her." I said with tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably, mom's words were choking me.

"You conclude things so fast Krystal. Chris might have been under pressure, you don't know. Don't judge him like the juridical that you are Krystal, Chris did nothing wrong."

"Really Mom? Really?" I know Mom would never believe or accept the truth for Chris and his family have done something to her mind.

I was expecting her to back up Chris like she always does but not in this way, rubbing it on my face, blaming me for Chris' mistake.

I force back the tears, cleaning my face with the back of my palm, summoning a little courage to speak.

"You know what mom? I don't care about your view of things or Chris anymore, I'm no longer interested in the wedding and I'm signing off the marriage agreement. I've moved on." I deadpanned.

My outburst made Mom furious, she got up with a start with her voice coated deep with vexation.

"You won't dare Krystal, you will do no such thing. Calling off the marriage deal is the last thing you would ever think of doing. You are going to get married to Chris and be Mrs. Sullivan." She said fuming angrily.

"You should start seeing Chris as your husband because that is what he is to become." She said these words in a whisper into my ears like she wanted them to sink into my brain.

Hissing loudly like a huge snake, she left.

I don't know what's with Mom and this marriage agreement with the Suvillians. To mom, she'd rather lose her life or watch me rot in pain than see that deal nullified. She would die.

Sometimes, I do think Mom is just enslaving me to the Suvillians.

I got to my room in anger and fury to see tons of messages and calls on my phone. Chris!

'Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry you met us that way. The girl is just a bitch, she had come in herself and I was too weak to send her out. I never knew you'd come back that early. I'm sorry! Love. Chris.'

Stupid! He's apologizing after one week, he's foolish. Chris is a scumbag.

I deleted all the messages and also blacklisted his number. Fuck him!

Chapter Three II.

I slept with a heavy heart that night.

The next morning at breakfast, I was belching all through the meal, obviously annoying Mom who kept passing me a deadly glare. I couldn't care less. I love my mommy but she's becoming very annoying of late.

I gave the last loud belch before standing up to leave, but her voice stopped me.

"Krystal sweetie," she called calmly and lovingly and I rolled my eyes unconsciously. She wants to apologize.

"I'm sorry about the things I said last night but......" My mind stopped. But what exactly?

"The marriage agreement still stands." She completed.

I knew Mom would never completely apologize to me. Mom is like a rock when it comes to Chris and the marriage deal. I walked out on her, hissing loudly.

This was the first time I acted rudely to my mom. Well, I couldn't help it. she was becoming annoying.

I left home in anger, heading straight to Courtney's place. I need to clear my head, I need to get Mom's words off my head. I can't carry on with the marriage, I can't marry Chris, a man who stole my virginity and afterward broke my heart and made me have a one-night stand with a total stranger. Bastard! I can't.

Acting stubbornly is only going to incur mom's anger on me, the only way to escape this fucking marriage deal with the Sullivans is to elope New York to another country.

I had to leave but first I'm off to Courtney's place for better advice.

LUCAS POV.

"Morning Boss." Martin greeted me, I handed him the keys and my briefcase before entering the car. Martin is my chauffeur, he has been with us for over five years. After Dad's death, I made him my driver.

I came to New York two nights ago to see Mom, she's been demanding to see me.

Mom moved over to New York recently, to help watch over my investments here and also claimed she needed a change of environment, while I remained in Las Vegas.

We were driving to my office when Martin suddenly halted the car to a stop, making me bump my head on the headrest. He honked wildly at another vehicle in front, not moving. It was an old Peugeot.

Martin went down to interrogate the fellow.

I was shocked and dumbfounded when the other driver climbed out, I was amazed and inwardly marveled when I saw who it was. The pretty brunette.

What's she doing in New York? I asked myself. Maybe she lives here.

I climbed out boldly, putting on an intimidating expression. I was nervous inside me, I was loss for words on how someone could be this pretty.

I wasn't thinking straight anymore, the image of that pleasurable night played in my head.

My mind was wandering and I didn't know when I asked Martin to let go or when I offered to give the brunette a ride to her destination.

KRYSTAL'S POV.

'Screeeeeeeeeech, grrrr!!!' My car halted to a stop. "What the fuck" I asked no one in perplexity.

I had filled the car with enough fuel previously, so what could be the fucking problem. I'm so tired of this car.

I opened the bonnet and it was as hot and smoky as fuck, the engine has suddenly developed a fault, just like that.

I sat in the car, planning my next move. I didn't have enough money to take to Courtney's place and I didn't take my purse with me cause I was stupidly angry and I was still miles away from her home. Courtney isn't even picking up her calls. Worst aspect.

The continued honking of another car behind brought me out of my reverie. I had almost fallen asleep.

I came out of my car to be confronted by a young man, a Yankee.

"Miss you should move your car off the road or better still dump it if you don't know how to use it!!" He screamed. l while I just rolled my eyes.

I was about to apologize when my gaze landed on a Greek god.

Damn! This cutie is coming towards me.

His green eyes looked familiar like that of the stranger in Vegas but It couldn't be him, this one wasn't wearing any mask so I couldn't tell. His blonde spiky hair which looked properly treated, fell to his face.

The other guy kept talking but I could barely hear him, I wasn't listening. My attention at this moment was on the Greek god standing in front of me.

"Martin just let go." I hadn't realized my mouth was agape until he spoke up.

He spoke so calculatedly as if reserving his words, making me drool. Oh, what a voice!

I stared at him dreamily. But something struck me, his voice sounded familiar too, like the ones in my dreams. Could my mind be playing tricks on me again?

The cutie offered me a ride to where I would be going and I didn't resist, my head wasn't working. His cologne is to die for. Sweet, sweet scent. I closed my eyes and inhaled them dreamily.