Dirty Little Heart.

"So, Where are you from? Amazing."

"Here's another one. " Where are you from" is the same question everyone asks. I don't mind answering if you don't think about how your father and uncle molested you. Yeah, well, little tough Angelica May survived. California,

I smile and answer the stranger next to me, who's been trying to get into my pants for the last half hour. I've always wanted to go there. The stranger says. Yeah, with an attitude like that, you're gonna have a good time. I think to myself.

"Can I get you a drink, please?"

Ugh, would they ever stop? It's the same attitude for all the guys. They're still saying the same fu*king pickup line like they have a chance. Sure I don't mind having a one-night stand. But sometimes we need only the real intimacy that most men don't have. Just as I'm about to say no, a voice comes from behind me.

"It's not going to happen, bro".

I turn to see who has such an aggressive, deep voice, that I like to hear when I'm in bed. The voice that shakes me to my core. That can only make me want more. I turn and look at this handsome, not too broad, alpha-kind male. He had his hands in his pockets and was staring directly at the dumb stranger sitting next to me, his eyes reflecting the lights of the bar.

I've been with my share of men, and never have I ever seen someone this attractive. I was curious about the way he addressed me. Without even realizing I was thinking about him and me, getting all over each other, eating stuff off each other, maybe getting a little kinky and tying each other while the other teases the other. I'm a little naughty like that. But all these things are those which we see in the movies or something. This isn't a fantasy world. So I immediately snap out of it.

The stranger gets up and tries to face the sexy gentleman, only to discover that he's way bigger than he is. The stranger tries to keep his cool, acting like he can stand up to him even when they are looking like the elephant and the ant.

"The stranger asks in a fake deep voice. Is there a problem?"

The sexy gentleman looks at me for a second and laughs, which I find pretty interesting for some reason. He's silent for a moment and finally speaks.

"The problem is not me, it's you."

"Oh, my god, that voice is making me feel things I only felt when I was making myself satisfied with a fella toy of mine. How can someone's voice affect me like that? It's never happened to me. Now, all I could think about is taking him back to my house, pushing him to the bed, ripping his shirt off, and kissing him all over the body. Yet I'm here knowing that it's not gonna happen but acting like I know it would."

"What do you mean?" He asks the stranger, "Who are you?"

And there goes my imagination. I catch the gentleman looking at me with a sharp eye. It's like he's reading my mind.

"She doesn't care about you, and she's never gonna care about you. "He says".

The stranger looks at me with confusion, instead of defending him, I give him a look and ask what he's gonna say next. He looks at the gentleman.

"That's not true. She's been sitting here for over an hour and a half. If she didn't want to, she would have turned me down from the beginning." The stranger says.

Hello? When I spilt the whole glass of wine on your shirt, I gave you a clue. It's not my fault you don't know when someone gives you a clue.

"And how do you know all of this? You don't even know her."

That made me even more interested in this conversation. I put my head on my hand and look directly at the sexy guy for an answer. I want to hear what he has to say. He looks at the stranger, then at me, and finally, he speaks.

"By her body language. I saw you both sitting in this chair first. The more I tried to ignore her, the more her body language asked me to stay. She's sitting here with you for like, what? How long, half an hour? She would have come with you in five if she wanted to get into your pants. She was looking all over the bar, trying to catch someone else's eye, but no one had the guts to intervene. Finally, she decided to get over it by drinking much more than usual, so that she won't remember she even slept with a guy like you."

"Are you kidding me? I think to myself. Who's the guy?"

How can a mind reader be so amazing, private, and seductive at the same time? Is it by nature or he's just pretending to be cool like all the other ones? A lot of guys have intervened in situations like these before, But this is the first and most interesting one I've come across since I first moved here. We stare at each other in silence and think about who will break the tension first.

The stranger looks at me and coughs in embarrassment and finally, he walks off, giving the sexy gentlemen a strange look. I look at him, he looks at me. It's like time has stopped for some reason. I'm not someone who would slip easily into fairytale situations like these but with this one? I kind of wanted to.

He sits right next to me and stares straight at the bar so he doesn't have to look at me.

"Aren't you gonna buy me a drink?" I ask him.

"That depends on how my night goes". He replies.

I like when someone is simple and down-to-earth. they can ask if they want something. We have the choice to accept him, and vice versa.

"Why don't you do it again, you've read my mind so well before. Why not do it again?"

I catch him smiling a little bit as if he's enjoying this conversation more than he thought he would. He turns his chair so that he can face me directly. He's looking at me intently, and he's leaning a little, holding his head with both hands under his chin and bending a little.

Damn, that staring is giving me goosebumps. He stays silent for 2 minutes with a teasing smirk on his face. Finally, he speaks.

"Your question is probably answered by both of us. He says."

I smile, perfectly knowing the answer. I guess we both know. We finish our drinks, he takes me back to his place and the next thing I remember is him pushing me against the wall, pulling my hands up as if he's asking me to surrender my whole body to him. And damn I'll be lying if I say I didn't want to submit.

"You want this huh? He says."

"Hell yes."

"Yes. Yes!"

The moment, the rhythm of the body. It was all a blur, but damn, it was intense. The way he ran his hands through my neck, all the way to my stomach, tickling me, teasing me, all the way down? I don't remember the last time I had such a moment. He grabbed my thighs and told me to get a hold of myself as I'm going out of control. I look at him biting my lip and telling him not to stop,

I can listen to all the sounds he's making while he sucks the world out of me. He's so good. He comes back up and kisses my neck, slurping it and tasting it with his tongue, while he grabs both my hands and locks them with his own.

"Is this what you wanted? He asks."

I bite my lip and look at him with the look he wanted me to give him.

"Don't bite your lip like that. He says."

"Or what? I say with full confidence well knowingly that I'm going to pay for this."

He looks at me as if he's getting impressed by me again and again. Instead of saying anything further, he pulls my body up, spins me over, and grabs my hair while kissing my left ear, leaving me to shiver into his body.

"Are you sure you want to test me now? He whispers in my ear in a deep voice."

I could feel him smile as he moves his hand down on me, rubbing me as slowly and fast as he can. Damn, I'm juicier than I was before. I could feel that he knew how to satisfy a woman fully when he started taking control of my body. Even more, he knew that a woman like me must be satisfied. Ugh, I could go all night with him.

"I'll ask you again". Will you bite your lip? " No", Sir. I say. "Good girl".

He continued to admire my body, my skin, and my soul. We couldn't escape our bodies, even if we wanted to. He pulls me closer and starts kissing me on the back, not wasting a second. I knew at that moment that it was going to be wild, and I would definitely love it. He whispers in my ear again, and I feel him holding my waist, letting me know what's next.

"It's going to hurt a little, but it's going to leave you breathless at the end." Are you ready for this? he asks. " I am". "

That's exactly what I wanted to hear. He pulls himself back, I grab the bedsheet with both my hands and prepare for what's coming for me and he goes inside. And all I could let out of my mouth was, Fu*k!

When I feel him in me, I close my eyes and let out a soft moan. Damn, he's a hell of a lot. I couldn't help it, every time he moved his body, I had to moan. I screamed because I felt good. Besides what he's doing and how great he is, I didn't think about anything else. He felt perfect, and I felt perfect.

He spins me again like a reflex and starts kissing my stomach. I didn't care how my body looked to him because he made sure that I don't have to think about it. He captures me in a long passionate kiss, I feel his tongue moving around in my mouth, and he grabs my neck.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He said while gabbing my mouth, not too hard but just like the way I like. I start to shout as he picks up the pace.

Of course, my voice couldn't be heard by many as my mouth was covered but h*ll if it wasn't? The room next to the door would be known by everyone.

"You like it, don't you?" He asks.

"I'll be ly-ying if... if I say no".

How can this be possible? He gives a perfect sentence and I can't even say the word Lying. What the h*ll is e doing to me? With my mouth already covered by the enemy's hand, he slipped his hand down into the spot. He doesn't make me beg for him, he makes me beg for him! Rubbing me and going in me at the same time? Damn, it's like heaven in the sky.

"I'll show you exactly what you want, what you need and what you deserve."

You've already shown me everything in that sentence.

I felt something begin to stir up in me again, and my eyes began to close. When we start working on our rhythm, I grip his shoulder. Before I could realize that we were both done at the same time, I found myself curled up in his strong protective arms as if I knew they were gonna protect me no matter what. As I fall asleep, I feel a soft set of lips on my forehead as I hear him saying, "Sleep good, beautiful".

"And I did."

The sunlight is shining directly into my eyes, and my eyes flutter. I wake up and I see a modern wooden table that isn't mine. I immediately start thinking about what I did last night. Suddenly I feel something on my waist.

I move the bedsheet just a little to see what it is, and it turns out it's the perfect answer to what I did last night. I turn to see who it was and damn it, it starts coming back to me. All of it. How perfect last night was, how he made me feel, how seductive his touch was. He would be my first choice if I wanted to have a serious relationship. But I guess not every guy wants what he wants.

"Time to sneak out," I think to myself.

I pull aside his hand smoothly and slip out of bed. I pick up my heels, look for my jacket and walk out of the room. As I slip one on my heel in my foot, my eyes get called by a photo frame of him and a woman on the kitchen counter. At that moment, all I could think was, He's married? That's why I'll never have a serious relationship again.

Even though people say they're committed to their wives and husbands, they'll still try to get into each other's pants. It was just another reason to get out of there faster. I go outside. Call a cab and go back to my apartment and my roommate. Natalia.

When I reach my place, I open the door and I see her sitting on the couch looking furiously at me like I've committed a crime.

"Where the h*ll were you?"She says.

"I was up all night thinking something bad happened to you. Can't you call me? Or did you forget to use your phone?"

"My phone! F*ck! I left my phone at his house."

Suddenly, she changed her reaction to the whole thing.

"YOU HOOKED UP?" Says Natalia.

I walk to the kitchen counter to grab a bottle of water as I ask her, "What the h*ll am I going to do Nat? I left my phone back at some stranger's place! How am I going to get it back?"

2Well... You could go back to the bar where you first met. Maybe he comes back just to give you your phone."

"You don't understand, Nat. I can't go back there". I say.

"Did you sneak out again? Are you crazy, Angelica? How many hearts are you gonna break?" She says, a little louder.

PS. She and I are both on two hella different roads, yet we both love each other as if we're some long-lost sister reunited in a new state.

"Trust me, he's not one of those guys," I say. He was, somehow, a different person.

"Different? She asks. How does any man differ from the other, Angie? You can't do this to guys."

"All right, Fine! Gosh. I'll go back. Happy?" I surrender.

"We both know it's the right thing to do," She says confidently.

"Can I go now? I don't like to miss the first day of work," I say.

"All right, Mom. Try not to have fun," She says. She's unbelievable. Yet she's amazing. I laugh and slip into the bathroom to have a long hot bath. As my hands move around my body I start having flashbacks of yesterday night. Those fingers, those lips, those crazy a*s abs, Broad shoulders. Why am I thinking about him? Sure it was a night that every other person dreams of but. Why? Why couldn't I keep him out of my mind?

Maybe a good first day of a new job will help me to keep him out of my mind. I get dressed, grab my car keys, and drive to "Cooper Inc".

I never thought I would be working in a big company like this one, but here I am. Life can be sweet and a big bitch at the same time. I reach the parking lot, which seems to be full, like at a concert or something. He must have more than 5,000 employees. To be honest with you?

I've never seen what the most famous Ethan Cooper looks like. I'm not his assistant or anything. So it's not going to be a problem. I walk through the big glass door with confident steps, as I've been working here for ages. I walk to the reception and ask for Jonathan Ramsey who hired me in the first place.

The blonde woman looks at me up and down for I do not know what reason but she asks me to wait for 5 minutes. I sit back and do what she says. I wait for 6-7 minutes and then another blonde comes over. Ms Angelica? Mr Ramsey will see you now. Please follow me. I'll follow her to the elevator to the 31st floor.

The elevator opens up and I see men and women walking, dressing formally, no one chit-chatting around the corner. It looked like a crime scene where everyone was focused on capturing evidence and catching the culprit. She takes me to a room and tells me to go inside and that Mr Ramsey will be in in a minute.

I walk inside and I see this big organized room, windows instead of walls, marble floor, and desks well cleaned and organized. There wasn't even a pen out of its place. I sit in the chair in front of the desks and wait for Jonathan Ramsey to come. I guess he must be Ethan Cooper's Assistant.

I'm looking for a surveillance camera, but there's none. How can such a big company not have a security camera? Well, there's no harm in peaking around, is it? The door opens just as I'm about to touch and look into the file sitting right at the corner of the desk. I extract my mission and start combing my hair with my hand as if I'm doing nothing.

"There's a security camera there, Ms May. You can't see them. I shook my head. That voice. It's so similar. So similar, it's almost like... It can't be true, can it?"

"This is a big place. I get up and turn around to see if it's true or not. Once I do, I start to shiver to my very core. Jonathan Ramsey, Ethan Cooper's assistant manager, was my one-night stand."