Chapter 2 One Night Stand

• Chapter Two
• Kayla's POV
• I didn't know if he did it on purpose but he bit his bottom lip and sucked on it as he watched me.
• Who the hell was this man?! What was he doing? What was he doing to me?
• His every movement seemed to do something to me.
• "Oh damn," my dad grumbled and I took my eyes to him to find him staring down at his phone. He had been staring at his phone for a while. That was probably what gave Bruce the confidence to stare at me the way he did.
• "I'll be back, let me speak to my secretary," my dad informed us as he stood up.
• "Why? Is something wrong?" Bruce asked, concentrating on him.
• "No, just this and that, let me speak to him first. I'm sorry man." My dad moved closer to him and touched his shoulder.
• "No, it's okay man. Go talk to him, I'll be here." Bruce gave him a go-ahead and he left for his room upstairs.
• Once my dad was no longer in view, I dropped my gaze back to my food, not wanting to look at him or even talk to him.
• Not like I was trying to avoid him but it was kind of awkward.
• I never imagined that I would run into him after our night together. It was called a one-night stand for a reason.
• As I ate, I noticed his gaze on me.
• Why the fûck was he staring?
• I cleared my throat awkwardly as I searched for table water. I didn't know how but as I tried to grab one, the water fell knocking his down.
• "Oh geez," I gasped as I stood up on my feet and tried catching our water but somehow, our hands touched and as I tried snatching my hand away, I felt him hold my hand.
• "Easy there, baby girl. Easy." He chuckled and his Adam's apple moved.
• I felt my legs throb in excitement.
• What the fûck?
• "Y...yes," I sat down slowly and he caught the bottles which were about to roll down the table.
• He placed my bottle in front of me and opened his to take a sip.
• "T...thank you," I told him as sudden heat covered my body. Beads of sweat covered my forehead, which he noticed as he didn't stop staring at me.
• I didn't know if he was trying to mock me or not but he brought out a handkerchief from his pocket and extended it to me.
• "Use it." His lips curved up as he handed me the handkerchief.
• Why was he making it obvious? Couldn't he just pretend not to notice how nervous and sweaty I was? Fûck him!
• "So... When did you learn how to cook?" He asked as I dabbed my sweaty forehead with his handkerchief.
• "Since I was seven."
• "Hmm, interesting." He hummed as he munched on his rice. "What is the most fun part of cooking?" He asked again. Was he trying to start a conversation with me?
• Maybe he was trying to make things less awkward.
• I cleared my throat once more and returned his hanky to him.
• "Everything, I love every part of it. From shopping for the items needed to cook to placing a clean pot on the fire to slicing some of the items and to finishing the whole thing." I answered truthfully.
• I watched as he bobbed his head, looking somewhat satisfied with my answer.
• But staring at him right now, I could tell why he was my dad's best friend.
• He was well-built, just like my dad. Handsome— no beautiful. He was beautiful and hot. He had eyes so sexy that they could draw any woman in.
• What drew me in the first time I saw him two nights ago at a hotel? I remember how I had stupidly tripped but he caught me before I could land my ass on the floor and as a result, my wine spilled on him which I was so sorry for.
• I remember how mad I was at myself and how I volunteered to help him wash off the wine even when he refused my offer.
• I left my friends and followed him to his hotel room to help him wash the wine off his shirt but ended up getting down to business with him.
• I couldn't help it, honestly, I couldn't help it that night.
• When we got to his room and he took off his shirt to reveal his manly chest and hot abs, I couldn't help but ogle. My mouth literally dropped open and saliva came down my mouth as I stared at him that night.
• He handed me the shirt with a huge smirk playing on his face.
• Damn, bastard! He knew what he did. What he had.
• I collected the shirt and went into the bathroom to wash it and as I was washing his shirt, I felt him staring at me from the door.
• That was when the tension started building up and I made up my mind to fuck him. I didn't care who he was or what he was doing. I didn't even bother to get his name.
• As soon as I was done washing his shirt, I hung it so it could dry. I remember calming myself repeatedly before walking to the door where he stood.
• "You are done," he said, but I couldn't reply. I was long lost, long gone. His eyes. He captured me with them.
• I just kept standing there as he stared back at me. At first, he stared at me with uncertainty but the next sentence immediately changed his mind.
• "Should I leave?" I had asked. I wasn't so sure why I asked but I needed him to do something.
• "No! Damn no!" He growled as he took his hand to my waist and pushed me to him. Caging me possessively. You could sense his intention with the way he moved. My chest pressed against his bare chest and as he pulled me closer, I felt my nipples hardening against his chest. He must have felt that too because his hand went to my back and he undid my zipper.
• The next minute we were on his bed with him ravaging and ruining me.