Chapter 2

• Ethan's POV
• He turned to face me as though to receive some form of support.
• But before I could open my mouth, he turned and spoke, "There will be new homes given to them." My ears could not believe what he had just said. The press started to ask follow-up questions that were beginning to bother my consciousness. I couldn't do anything at the time. I tried to look up to this man but, for the first time, I even doubted him. I stepped back slowly and left unnoticed, at least I hoped so. I walked out of the building through a back door and found my way to the fountain. It was getting dark already.
• I heard small sniffles coming from around the fountain, it was the girl from before. She looked wasted and pissed off, kind of like how I felt. "Hey, are you alright?" I said softly as I walked to her.
• "Don't talk to me, I'm waiting for someone!" she stumbled.
• Not the kind of response I expected to hear from her, but I couldn't judge her, she was drunk... heartbroken, drunk, maybe. I sighed; she didn't even know who I was. I sat down next to her and put my hand on her shoulder as she sobbed into her dress. "It happened," I said, I didn't know what I meant at all, I just wanted to have some company different from the nobles. She turned to face tears. God, she had black, side-swept long hair, a strand that found its place on her nose. Her hazel-brown tinted eyes complimented her brown skin, and the tear running down her cheek drew my vision to her soft lips and her little dimpled chin. I was aching to hold her head higher to take a better look at that bad light.
• She asked me why I was there. "Well, I couldn't stop myself from moving closer to you with that beautiful fragra-"
• She smashed into my lips before I could finish my sentence. She twirled her tongue inside my mouth and I went blank for a minute. I pulled her away, and before I could speak, she cut me off, "I feel like doing something crazy and spontaneous because I feel like shit, I may regret this when I wake up but just let me!" she yelled, "I want to have a good night with a stranger." So, she didn't know me. She continued to kiss me and I couldn't stop her. I liked it too, but I didn't want to keep doing it in that circumstance. It was quiet. No one was walking around.
• My job was to just avoid that sniper photographer because I wanted whatever she was offering. "This your car?" she asked as she ran her hand through my wild fun blonde wavy short hair. She pushed my hair before my eyes as I nodded in agreement. She got down and dragged me to the back of my car and went down on me.
• My mind went blank when she put my shaft in her mouth...
• " Whoa!".... She got up, looked me in the eye and said, "Act like how I'm making you feel!" She provoked me and shamed my masculinity. I turned her around so that her back was arched and drove myself into her. She yelped and nodded for me to keep on with my movements. She felt so warm and tight. She took the formality out of me, in that little spontaneous moment of hers, she stopped me from going by the book.
• She was forcing me to go by hers. She got up, turned around and hopped onto me. The sex started to make me feel like I was the drunk one. All I could see was her chest and her silky skin, and all of it became a blurry mess. I wanted her so much but I was scared shitless. I didn't know her and she didn't know me. Her soft body, the taste of her sweat... her lips... the sounds that she made when she arrived... The sound of our movements mixed with the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, her voice...
• In an instant, everything just stopped, she left me with my mouth wide open. She arranged herself and started to walk into the light towards the fountain. "Hey, wait, you can't just leave after all that? Hey!" I zipped up and grabbed her hand. She turned, smiled, pulled away from my grip and kept walking towards the fountain without looking at me. "Never heard of a one-night stand?!" She laughed and I knew why... because her laugh sounded exactly like the person in my head every single time. I left a girl wanting more when I was done. I didn't ask her to stop, she walked till she was with another female friend of hers. That's when I realized that I had heard her indirectly say that I was her one-night stand. I needed to get back at her, I needed her to know who I really was.
• Keep walking love, I'll find you again and make sure of it.