Chapter 6

• Strange feelings
• Sophia's point of view
• "Oh, s*! What a pain! "I woke up from the pain caused by the blow on the floor, I was sleeping peacefully, when suddenly I fell, I opened my eyes slowly, looked around, and I wasn't in my apartment, wait, was I dead?, because it felt like I was in paradise itself, the white walls around me, the fine marble on the floor, The big furniture was not of an ordinary place.
• "Are you okay?" "He reached out to help me, we were at his house, my dad's house, and what a beautiful place.
• "yes, I'm fine, just a little sore and a little hungover, what am I doing here?" I asked as I adjusted the skirt of my dress.
• "It's a long story, do you want something to drink or something to eat?" — The man looked at me with such terror, and it must not have been for nothing, I must have been presentable, I could smell the disgusting smell of my mouth when I breathed, I smelled of alcohol scrambled with vomit and who knows how many other things.
• "No, I just need a bathroom if possible and get out," he nodded and pointed me in the direction where his bathroom was, embarrassed I almost ran there, when I opened the door, it was like I was living a fairy tale, his bathroom was bigger than my room, a beautiful glass bathtub, A gorgeous bathroom, spotless white marble, lots of clean towels and soaps, in mine there was barely a towel that I had to wash on the weekend to use again.
• I ran my fingers through the faucet, and everything seemed magical. I looked in the mirror and my face were a mess, I started talking to myself in the mirror amused, consumed by emotion.
• "Miss Payton, what do you want today?" A mask? A massage? A hot bath? Ha ha — it was wonderful to see a place like this, even if it was only once.
• I brushed my teeth with one of the extra toothbrushes that were on one of the benches, it looked like he changed brushes every day, or that there was a battalion living with him. I did my hair, washed my face, and almost left the bathroom again, about twenty minutes passed.
• I went back to the room where we were, and from another room came a delicious smell, it was the smell of food, my stomach crackled because of hunger, when I approached that other room, a song from the eighties was playing, with curiosity I peeked, and it was the great kitchen of the mansion, a space much more beautiful than the bathroom.
• Christian prepared breakfast while listening to music, barely humming that strange melody, he was perfect, he wore a white T-shirt tight to his body, shorts, which showed toned legs, and a pair of slippers, because he was 35 years old, he was better preserved than a movie actor.
• When she turned to me, her face was fresh, her hair a little messy, and she looked very sexy, this must have been a joke! Such a fantasy was not true.
• "I hope you like huevos rancheros, they're my favorite dish, they have coffee, juice and fruit," his thick voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
• "Yes, of course, I like them," I replied timidly, for I could not like them, if I had coffee and toast for breakfast two or three times a week, my poverty!
• "Sit down, it's ready," he pointed to the chairs that were bar-shaped in front of him and I obeyed, he started serving breakfast, and I was speechless, since I had come out of my mother's womb, no one had served me like that.
• "I hope you like it, I'm not that good of a cook, but I try," she took a bite of the eggs with a fork and lovingly put it straight into my mouth, as soon as I tasted it, I was delighted.
• "Um, they're delicious sir, I didn't expect you to cook.
• "I can't have the servants here on Sundays either, they deserve rest on the weekend, so I cook for myself from time to time."
• "Do you live alone?" I asked.
• "yes, only since I got divorced," he lowered his gaze to answer my unwanted question, but then smiled and handed me his fork so I could continue eating, we both ended up in comfortable silence. She was starving, she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten.
• I got up to wash the dishes, grabbed his and went to take it to the sink, when he stopped me.
• "No, I won't let you do the dishes.
• "But you made me breakfast, at least I wash it.
• "No, of course not, you are my guest, come here." He picked up the plates, and in the struggle, one fell to the ground, and we both crouched down at the same time, causing a clash of our heads, which made us laugh. Well, we both fell flat on our tails.
• "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said with a laugh.
• "I'm sorry more, it wasn't intentional" after a few minutes of laughing at what happened, Christian stared at me, his eyes were so piercing, his gaze so sweet, at the same time seductive, as soon as I swallowed a hard lump in my throat, he couldn't stop looking at my legs that were exposed.
• I don't know how, but I end up stroking one of them, making me feel tension in my thighs, I wanted to get up from there and slap him, but I couldn't.
• On the contrary, I moved closer to him so that he could continue petting me more.
• Our gazes were fixed, and he slowly approached me, I closed my eyes, and I could feel how a sweet kiss caught my mouth and there on the floor where we stood, I hung on his neck and began to devour him with the most passionate kiss I had ever given.
• Christian started to pick me up slowly so as not to cross the glass of the plate and with his strong arms lifted me up to the bar.
• Her eyes devoured me with desire, I never imagined being in the arms of a man older than me and less than his age, but it really turned me on to feel protected, pampered, cared for, and above all, desired in that way.
• While I was still hanging on his neck, he kissed me again, and my chest started to stick, Christian started kissing my neck and I caressed his head, my moans slowly came out of my mouth, and he with his strong hands started caressing my little body.
• His hands squeezed my thighs as he slowly moved down my cleavage, there I lost control of everything as his kisses on my breasts made me explode with pleasure.
• Everything was lust, everything was passion, everything was hot, and I wanted my crazy boss to possess me right then and there, suddenly his tongue was taking over one of my nipples, I was a virgin, but I didn't care that my first time was with that man, what did it matter?
• His tongue licked me just around my nipple, while with his other hand he squeezed the other, which also asked for attention, and I directed his head to my free breast to do the same, he seemed to be drinking delicious nectar; The sound of his licking increased my heart rate even more.
• Everything was going perfectly, and I wanted this to come to its fiercest moment, but the doorbell rang, they rang desperately, Christian buffo.
• "Who can he be now?" He said, at the same time that I cursed myself, it couldn't be true, I was praying to heaven that I would just be a messenger. "Forgive me Sophia, I must open it, I just grimaced with my mouth and let it pass, now my desire had broken like the plate on the floor.