Chapter 7 One Night Stand

• Chapter Seven
• Kayla's POV
• I yawned with my eyes closed, immediately feeling slight soreness between my legs.
• My eyes fluttered open, immediately closing back when I realized the binds had been drawn, bringing unnecessary light into the room.
• Slowly but surely, my eyes opened again, getting used to the harsh light. I turned around, seeing that the bed was empty. I had remembered cuddling up to Bruce before falling asleep.
• His side of the bed was cold which meant he had been up for a while. Did he leave in the middle of the night? Could he not sleep in the same bed as me? I was quite disappointed he wasn't still in bed and I looked at the couch by the side to see that it was empty too.
• Thinking about last night was not doing me any good because I still wanted him to fuck me again.
• What we were doing was wrong. He was my father's best friend. He was twice my age! If anyone were to find out about this, we'd both be fucked but still, I consoled myself with the fact that we couldn't help who we were attracted to.
• It wasn't my fault he was extremely hot in his early forties and I was talking Greek god hot. It also wasn't my fault that his dick was big and he knew how to please a woman.
• As long as we weren't doing anything illegal, it was good right?
• Fuck, thinking about that only made me feel guilty.
• I tried to stand up, wincing when I felt my pussy throb in pain. I'd thought I was slightly sore but it seemed like Bruce had destroyed my pussy.
• "It's not like I wouldn't want it again," I muttered to myself, successfully getting up from the bed.
• I was still naked but Bruce had cleaned me up before he slept. I heard the door opening and I immediately took the sheets, wrapping them around my body.
• A man wearing formal black and white came in, pushing a tray. He stopped short when he saw me and red tinged his cheeks. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Good morning."
• I cleared my throat, also blushing at the situation we found ourselves in. "Morning. Um, who are you?"
• His eyes fleeted to the tray and I realized my question was stupid. "Mr. Bruce ordered breakfast for his… companion," he finished when he couldn't find the word to address me as.
• "Thank you. You can leave it there."
• "Okay." He finally removed his hands from the tray and turned around to leave. He suddenly stopped and looked at me. "I'm sorry for barging in. Mr. Bruce said you'd be sleeping."
• "It's fine. I'm sorry for uh, you know."
• He nodded and I let out a breath of relief as he left.
• I immediately ran to the bathroom before a repeat of what just happened occurred. The shower head was pretty big, as though it was made for more than one person.
• It only made my shower more satisfying and if my stomach didn't start growling, I would not have left the shower.
• After dressing up in a regular shirt and jeans since we would be going to the airport today, I finally addressed the tray that had been brought up for me.
• It was an assortment of different kinds of food. I chuckled at the sight. He must not have known what to get for me.
• I didn't care because I was starving after the intense fucking last night. I wondered if Bruce had eaten. Where was he anyway?
• Putting him at the back of my mind, I concentrated on eating my breakfast. It was when I was halfway through the food he came inside looking sweaty in a pair of grey sweatpants and a blank tank top that showcased his muscles.
• "Good morning."
• He removed the AirPods from his ear when he heard my mouth move. "What?"
• I smiled tightly. "Nothing. Where were you?"
• "Gym." No wonder he had such beautiful abs. "Our flight leaves in two hours. Get ready before then."
• I frowned, looking down at my outfit. "I'm ready."
• "Oh." He said blankly and walked into the bathroom after dropping his phone on the bed.
• I thought we'd at least talk about yesterday but I guess not.
• In no time, Bruce was done getting ready and we sat out the remaining hour and a half on our phones. I admit that it pained me a little that we couldn't continue the vibe from last night but if all he wanted was one last fuck, there was nothing I could do about it.
• When it was time, he nodded at me and went to carry out suitcases. My face was set in a frown as I wondered how he could act so indifferent as if yesterday didn't happen.
• He typed something into his phone and the door opened to reveal Mario, the man from yesterday. He took the luggage from Bruce and left.
• I opened my mouth to say something but closed it back, knowing I would end up making a fool of myself or sound whiny.
• "Are you ready to go to a new country?" Bruce asked when we were in the car that was taking us to the airport.
• I wouldn't say I was ready since the idea was randomly sprung up on me. "Try continent. Plus, I've never flown out of the country."
• "Are you nervous?"
• I nodded. "Of course." I'd be going to a different place; a strange place that I wasn't used to. It would be a whole new experience. I would have to get used to their culture and how they did things around there.
• "Well, don't be. The flight will be nice because we're taking first class."
• My eyes went wide. I didn't know why I was surprised even if I knew he was rich. "Really? I've never flown first class."
• "You will today." He grinned charmingly and I found myself wanting him again as we took the flight to Italy.