Chapter 4 One Night Stand

• Chapter Four
• Thursday night, my dad drove me to Dreamy night hotel where Bruce stayed.
• "Okay honey, I'll be leaving you here."
• "Just go dad, I told you to let me take a taxi," I grumbled as he kissed me on my forehead after bringing down my luggage.
• "I know everything happened fast but forgive me. You know I did this for you, right?" He asked as he stared down at me with an expression full of remorse.
• "I know dad. Just go." I pushed him slightly.
• "Won't I get a kiss from you?" He grumbled like a child.
• I let out a sigh and went on my toes to kiss his cheek.
• "There," I murmured as I grabbed my luggage and started leaving.
• "Take care of yourself, baby. I'll visit, I promise." My dad half yelled as I pulled my luggage into the hotel and went straight to the receptionist.
• I was about to ask the receptionist a question when he appeared out of nowhere.
• Him. The devil.
• I still hadn't figured out a way to handle the situation. I didn't know how I should've acted in front of him.
• Should I behave as if nothing happened? Should I just treat him like my daddy's best friend and ignore this lingering desire I have for him?
• Should I pretend that I really felt nothing whenever I saw him? That my body didn't react when he spoke? That I was not attracted to him?
• Maybe, I should discuss this with him. I didn't know. I'd see how it went.
• "Sweetheart," he called as soon as he got closer.
• "Um... Hi," I greeted trying to sound more confident than I did the last time.
• "Mario, take the luggage." He turned to the man I hadn't noticed and instructed.
• The man came forward and I let go of my luggage.
• "I have been waiting. This way." He beckoned and I followed, unsure where he was headed.
• "Have you had dinner?" He asked.
• "Yes, I've had something to eat but I'll appreciate it if I can get something to drink, " I replied. I sounded so polite.
• I heard him chuckle as he walked me down to a particular table at the restaurant section of the hotel.
• "Why so polite? Your dad's not here." He teased me.
• "I am always this polite." I defended.
• "Not so polite the first time I saw you though." He groaned, his tone changing as we got to the table which sat beside the glass wall of the hotel.
• He pulled out a chair for me and I sat while he sat across from me. Like a total gentleman!
• "That was…" I didn't know how to reply to him.
• "Sneaking out before I woke up. That was not nice at all." He said, sounding hurt.
• "You can't blame me. I just thought it could save us the stress and awkwardness."
• A waitress came and took our orders before he continued.
• "I forgive you though." He suddenly said, surprising me. What was there to forgive?
• He leaned towards the table, bringing his face closer to mine.
• "I...I didn't know you were the Bruce my dad always talked about," I said as I moved my face a little to get some air. It was hard to breathe with his face so close to mine.
• "Since I stepped foot in America, unexpected things have continued to happen to me. Starting with you. You know, I got back with no expectations of meeting up with a woman but you just happened to appear. But one thing is for sure, I don't regret what happened between us." He informed me. "If anything, I would love for it to happen again." He added and I gasped at his last words.
• I didn't say anything as he continued.
• "I was truly shocked to find out that you were John's daughter. I feel sorry that I still haven't opened up about what happened between us to him..."
• "No, you can't tell him. You can't tell dad." I interjected immediately.
• He raised his brows as he stared at me curiously.
• "Please don't tell him, I... I don't want him to know this happened. It could cause a lot of harm and..."
• "Are you worried for me?" He cut in and asked. "If yes, you shouldn't be. But it's also your decision to make."
• "I don't want him to know." I stood my ground.
• The waitress came with our order and I immediately decanted the champagne I ordered in a champagne glass.
• I took it up and was about to sip from the cup when his hand landed on mine.
• "Slow down, you don't want to get drunk tonight, do you?" He said, his big rough hand gently rubbing mine.
• I cleared my throat and nodded.
• "I won't." I replied and in one go, I gulped the content of the glass down.
• "You are not a good girl." he commented and I smirked.
• He started eating his dinner slowly as I continued gulping down champagne, not giving a fuck if I got drunk.
• "Do you keep things from your dad?" He asked after a few seconds passed and I knew what he was referring to.
• As I opened my mouth to reply to him, I felt the champagne working its magic in me. I was already starting to feel drunk.
• "No I don't, but I certainly don't want him to learn that I fûcked his best friend." I scoffed and he chuckled.
• He chuckled. Again. It happened again. The sound of his chuckle did that same devilish thing to me again.
• I looked up to find him focusing all his attention on me.
• "Are you drunk?" He asked.
• "Maybe, but I told the truth." I shrugged. "I don't want him to learn that I fûcked you on your arrival here."
• "So you want everything to end like that I guess?" He resumed eating at that question.
• I gulped down another content from my cup as I thought of what to say but nothing came to my mind.
• I honestly could be lying if I said that I didn't want his big dick inside me again. I honestly would be lying to myself.
• I just didn't want it. I craved it. But if it could ruin the relationship between my father and him, then I might have to let go.
• "No answer?" He asked after a long moment of silence.
• "I want you. I want to feel you deep inside of me again." I replied, saying those words as fast as I could. That must have surprised him because he stopped eating.
• "Are you truly drunk or..."
• "I am not that drunk, I'm saying the truth. I want you. But I'm..."
• "You are scared because I am your dad's best friend and that might spoil things if he finds out?" He cut in, taking the words right out of my mouth.
• "Yes." I nodded.
• He gently dropped his cutleries and stood up.
• "Stand up." He helped me up and started leading me somewhere.
• "What? Where are we going?"
• "I want to hear you say that again," he mumbled as we got on an elevator.
• "Hear me say what?" I asked innocently.
• "That you want me. I want to know if you truly want me as much as I do. I want to know if you crave me as much as I do." He whispered facing me as the elevator closed.