Chapter 2 A Handsome Stranger

• A Handsome Stranger
• Rayne Pov
• Moving my eyes from the shoes, I looked up to see who it was I had bumped into, but all I could see was a man's chest. I had to pull away from this person in order to see his face, which I did, and was rewarded with alluring gray eyes. They were the most captivating eyes I had ever seen. Something about them felt so... cold and yet, so compelling. The lackadaisical way they glared down at me with zero emotions hinted at danger, but something in me wasn't listening to the warnings. My tiny little heart still felt hurt. I had planned a lot just for today, only to come to Fred's hotel room and find him doing to another woman the things I had planned to do with him. I had finally agreed to give him my first time. After all the surprises I had planned in stock, I got to this place, only to be at the receiving end of the most painful experience. I love Fred. He's the first man I have been with. And to think I was always ready to do anything for him!! Yet, at the end of the day, he decided to treat me as trash. I should have listened to Sarah when she said that no man deserves my first time. She told me, but I was blinded by love and the desire to please him. The more I thought of the dirty thing I had seen back there, the more I felt the urge to cry so hard. But, not in front of this handsome stranger. I looked up at him again after wiping my tears. Even with emotionless eyes, and a face that gave nothing away, he still looked handsome. More like those male leads you'd find in romance novels. Staring back at those powerful grey eyes, an idea suddenly hit me. I could just give my first time to this person. That way, I'd get back at Fred for cheating on me. Although he looked to be an even more sophisticated man than Fred, I could still use the tips I had learned from the internet, on him. I could only hope that it works. I had the knowledge that what I was about to do wasn't at all decent, but I was almost certain that I wouldn't be regretting it. Besides, it's not like we'd be meeting again. I could just have this one-night stand and then I'd be gone from this place and this man's life for good.
• My cousin Jenna has been asking for me to pay her a visit in France, I could just use the opportunity for a fresh start.
• I looked up at the man and found his emotionless eyes glaring at me. The way they did was frightening, but something in me chose bravery over fear. Probably it was a result of the hurt I still felt. What other worse could happen?
• The man's eyes were ice cold and his countenance was stoic, too stoic to behold. I would have fled if it were any other day, but it was still tonight. Fred has broken my little heart beyond repair.
• Fearlessly, but cautiously, I took a few steps forward till I was close enough to him that I could feel his domineering masculine scent fill my nostrils. He smelt expensive and alluring for a moment, I forgot all about Fred.
• I trailed my hands nervously from his stomach up to his chest which felt as hard as a rock.
• "Hi, handsome!" I tried to sound confident and exude a sense of sexual femininity, but I got even more irritated at how I sounded. This just isn't me, but I'd have to do it no matter the odds.
• Straining my neck and looking at the man's stoic face, I saw that his brows had deepened and his expression had changed into one of... Was that a surprise?
• This was a good start. If I could change his expression, then probably I could get a one-night stand from him. I only hope it isn't harder than it seems.
• I played my hand around his hard chest, acting like I knew what I was doing.
• "You are hot," I whispered to him as I circled his right breastplate with the middle finger of my right hand while still looking into his dominant grey eyes. His expression still didn't give anything away. Did he like it or not? I couldn't tell from his face.
• Such a man.
• I went on trying, but when I had used all the hit lines I had learned from the internet and he still had his hard face, I resorted to giving up. I'd probably just go back to my apartment and cry myself to sleep. Pulling away from him, I turned to leave. I felt embarrassed. Probably this was one of the reasons Fred cheated. I didn't possess even the tiniest bit of sex appeal. Before I could take any step away from him, I heard him speak for the first time. His voice was deep and raspy. Possessing a great deal of authority and yet a tone of allure.
• "If you want sex, you book a room, not a general hallway." His tone, although mocking, sounded so pleasing to the ears and did something strange to my stomach. My face turned red with embarrassment and before I could turn around and say anything to him, he pulled me by the wrist and dragged me into an elevator.
• "I have a room. If you want, you can continue from where you stopped when we are in there."
• His face still held no expressions as he said these things and it made me wonder how a person could say such embarrassing things in such a serious way.
• I didn't know this person at all and at this point, I knew I should feel scared, especially when he was taking me to his room. Anything could happen in there and nobody would know about me, but strangely, I wasn't scared. Something about him felt strangely comfortable like home pulling me ahead with him. Probably it was the need to avenge Fred's cheating.
• The elevator dinged open and he pulled me out after him. We walked down a short corridor till we stood opposite a commercial electronic keyless door. He inputted his passcode and as soon as the door opened, he pulled me in and shut it back close.
• Then his voice came from behind me. "You can continue already." He didn't even give me a chance to look at the spacious room. I turned around to face him, only to find him already shirtless with perfectly chiseled olive-toned skin and abs on display in front of me. I was left in awe.
• "I like sex on the couch." He said casually, claiming the space on the couch.