Prologue V.2 /spg

GIVING IN TO TEMPTATION

"OH, C'MON, Aleesha Laila! You can do it! You can easily find a man who will willingly give in to you tonight!" Zeneca, Aleesha's friend, naughtily smiled as she drank her tequila.

Aleesha exhaled a sigh. Zen is correct. She could meet a man tonight if she wanted to because this was her friend's dare: give up her first kiss to the man who would catch her eye tonight. Their five-year wager was finally paying off.

"Stop it, Zen. Let Alee decide on her own." Forester, busy mixing her drinks, looked up at Zeneca to stop her.

Zeneca shakes her head because Forester is constantly contradicting whatever she says.

The three were in club Alzeter, located in the beautiful city of Cebu. Since Aleesha's debut, the three founded the club four years ago. Managing the club was her only hobby at times when no one wanted to talk to her in her family. Aleesha loves to mix drinks. It may be alcoholic or not. So, when her friends decided to build this club, she also found comfort in the time her parents mistreated her. She was just lucky that her parents didn't stop her from this.

"No, not going there again!" Aleesha immediately stops herself.

The three best friends are seated on the club's second level as their routine. They could see the loud and chaotic club hoppers dancing below through the solid, transparent glass wall.

The club's interior is designed in the shape of a bowl. There was a circular bar counter encircling the dancefloor in the middle on the first floor, where there was a small stage, and a band was performing. The second floor is more significant because it serves as a VIP room for guests who prefer privacy.

What a lovely sight, Aleesha thought as she looked down at the dancers. She was there to have fun, just like the rest of the bar-hoppers. She was there to rejoice.

She gave a bitter smile. The term "celebrate" was not precisely correct. She should be in mourning right now because her mother died. But she has no desire to be sad. She is currently experiencing happiness and freedom.

Why does half of her heart rejoice at her mother's death? Why didn't she have the strength to weep? Is it because her mother's death doesn't bother her?

She scoffs.

Her beloved mother. Her dear mother, whom she treasured from the day she was born. Aleesha still loved her dearly despite the pain and neglect she suffered.

Daughter's love. A daughter's love was eternal. But why couldn't his mother feel that? She did everything.

Aleesha worked hard in school, earned a good college degree, and started her own business. But her mother never once acknowledged her efforts. Aleesha didn't even feel she had a mother because her mother didn't show her maternal love.

She was always left alone.

Her life with her parents had been a dark one. They are the ones who put out the light on her future. That's how her affection for her mother gradually faded. The lamp that illuminates the path of a daughter's love for her mother fades as there has nothing to fuel it.

Aleesha ended her relationship with her boyfriend when she was eighteen because her mother said so. And if she were late, her mother would not feed her for a day.

She would never forget when her mother bound her if her assignment was wrong in primary school—beaten, handcuffed, and hungry to death. She did not protest. The reason was that she loved her mother. So, whatever her mother does to her, she accepts.

On the other hand, Aleesha's father was not particularly strict with her. Although he did not harm her, he spoke to her at least once a month. That made her happy. She felt like her father was still her family member in the house she was staying. Because whenever she was alone in her room, she assumed she was just an adoptee.

Her true friends were Zeneca and Forester. Best of luck. The three are neighbors and the only people her mother allows to enter their home. They grew up together and opened this club. They are the same age and get along great.

Zeneca and Forester are always there to protect her from her mother's cruelty. They will secretly enter Aleesha's mansion through the secret tunnel connecting Forester's house to Aleesha's. They assist Aleesha if they discover that she is tied up or that her mother has locked Aleesha in a room and has not fed her. Aleesha regarded them as her true family rather than her own. Her two friends demonstrated what a family should be like. Because Aleesha's parents are always away, they can quickly enter her home and assist her.

These two also contributed significantly to Aleesha's understanding. Aleesha was gullible. She was ignorant because of how her mother treated her. She would have remained naive about the world if it hadn't been for the assistance of her two friends.

Aleesha let her heart kill the love she felt for her so-called parents as she grew into a beautiful and refined lady. Because of what her parents are doing to her, she no longer believes she is their biological child.

She no longer wonders why she feels joy at her mother's death, despite her mother being murdered and her father seeking justice.

"You're doing it again!"

When Aleesha heard Forester's voice, she closed her eyes tightly. She wiped away the wet liquid that had run down her cheek. She had no idea she was crying as she reminisced about her past.

"I thought you were looking forward to this day? It finally arrived. How come you don't appear to be happy?" Zeneca inquired. Her gaze focused on the bar counter below.

Zeneca was the one who forced Aleesha to find a man tonight and kiss him, something she hadn't done in twenty-two years of her existence. Even so, Aleesha is not entirely innocent. Her two friends never stopped teaching her about s*x. And she was always embarrassed about it.

Aleesha followed Zeneca's gaze down to the first floor. She was feeling down and with a gloomy expression on her face.

"My mother passed away, Zen. Even though my heart tells me to be happy, I still feel sad. There is still a part of me that is wounded. Because no matter how much she mistreated me, she is still my mother. She still gave me my life here on earth. "

Zeneca and Forester sat beside her, squeezed her body in the middle, and caressed her back.

"Alee, we know how you feel, okay? Your anger at your mother is as high as Mt. Everest because she mistreated you. But we also know you still have love left for her despite that. Just let it out. Don't bottle it up, okay?" Zeneca hugged her softly.

"Losing a mother is like losing a limb." It's difficult to stand on one leg without a crutch. But that's not the end of the story, okay?" Forester said kindly before hugging her. "That's why we're giving you a drink!"

The two stop hugging her.

"Treat you to a drink," Zeneca smirked as she pointed downstairs, "and a guy," she teased.

Aleesha shook her head, but she followed Zeneca's finger out of curiosity. Aleesha could see the man her friend had mentioned because the bar counter below was close to their seat. Her world halted when her gaze fell on the man seated at the bar counter. The man's Adonis-like face attracted Aleesha, and she was taken aback.

Because the light centers on the bar counter, it focuses on the man's face. From where he was sitting, Aleesha could see his entire handsome appearance.

Aleesha couldn't help but think as she watched the man, she liked him!

The man's furrowed brows, which are dark and thick, are meeting each other. His aristocratic features and pointed nose make him appear to be a god descended from heaven, giving him a more stoic aura—a sharp jawline with perfectly curved lips.

It's appealing. It's opulent. Why does Aleesha believe this man has a beautiful kiss?

She swallowed, not taking her gaze away from the man. She watches his every move as he converses with the bartender.

"Him . . ." Aleesha speaks in hushed tones. Her chest rumbled with nervousness. She is still clueless in these matters. What if she makes a mistake and dies as a result?

Zeneca and Forester laughed a little.

"So, in five seconds of staring intently, you already had chosen your bet?" Zeneca asked with her brows raised like a moon.

"We're not going to stop you, Alee. But if this is against your will, please stop. Don't take this wager seriously, okay? After everything that has happened to you, we want you to be happy." Forester poured her another shot of tequila.

Aleesha gave her friend a glance and a sparing smile before returning her attention to the man who was now quietly drinking at the bar counter.

"Let's see, ladies, if he's deserving of my first kiss." Aleesha's voice was muffled.

She had given it considerable thought. When it comes to the opposite sex, she is naive. But Aleesha was determined to give it a shot. She wants to learn how to kiss.

"What are you waiting for? Go ahead," Zen urged.

"We're not going to stop you, Alee. But if this is against your will, please stop. Don't take this wager seriously, okay? After everything that has happened to you, we want you to be happy." Forester poured her another shot of tequila.

"Let us just wait a little longer. That man does not appear to be drunk yet. I'm afraid he'll kick me out if he's in his right mind. And then I don't know what to do," Aleesha admitted innocently.

"Oh my goodness, Aleesha. You never truly believe in yourself, "Forester delivered a sermon. "Look at yourself. Men are drooling over your luscious body. You are stunning, okay? I'm sure that man will never kick you out!"

Aleesha sucked on the bitterness of the liquor. Her friends are correct. She lacks confidence in men because her mother raised her to avoid them.

"Are you certain he'll like me? With this appearance of mine?" Aleesha used her lips to point at the man. "Take a look at him. He is undeniably attractive. Even if you're still far away, his strong s*x appeal already entices you. "Perhaps he'll drive me away," she said flatly before slumping in the lounge.

Zen shakes her head in disbelief at what she said. She poured a margarita for Aleesha. Forester had done it, so Aleesha was certain this naughty friend had tampered with it.

"Oh, C'mon, Alee! You can do it. You just need a lot of this."

Zeneca's insistence made Aleesha roll her eyes. Zen would not have been Zen if she had not been persistent. Zen was both combative and enticing to the three of them. She took the glass Zeneca had given her and drank it. Aleesha grimaced as the heat and bittersweet taste of the liquor passed down her throat.

"It's quite hard but effective for pleasure." It surprised Aleesha, who raised her brows because she didn't understand what Zeneca was saying.

"Alee, just go with the flow. It's okay if he doesn't like you. Regardless of how attractive he is, he is not a loss. I'm sure you'll find a better man than him," Forester supported her.

Forester is the antithesis of Zen. She is the one who keeps their friendship in balance. Aleesha smiled sparingly before approaching the glass wall to observe the man.

The man was still there, busy getting drunk and unconcerned about the people around him, including the women flirting with him.

Aleesha couldn't understand why her heart was pounding so loudly as she stared at the man. He looked dashing in a black t-shirt under a black leather jacket. His jet-black hair was also a little messy, but it didn't take away from his beauty. Aleesha fixed her gaze on the man, seemingly mesmerized by every smooth movement of his body.

"Go ahead, Alee. I know how you look at him as if you're about to pounce on him. Why don't you go down and introduce yourself to him?" Zen prodded her.

Aleesha drank the last drop of margarita in her glass and dared to stand. She lets out a loud sigh to calm herself and cheer herself up.

"Go, Alee. We're right behind you. "We will be there for you!" Zen grinned.

Forester simply shook her head, staring at the two of them. She was sipping her own margarita concoction.

After saying goodbye to her two friends, Aleesha finally sighs and walks down from the second floor with her head held high. She ignored another customer's whistling at the VIP table. She continued to walk down to the ground floor, towards the man at the bar counter. The tremor in her heart was still there. This is her first time seducing a man and kissing him. In this seducing department, she was naive and innocent. She wasn't sure if she could pull this off.

She knelt slightly to pull down the dress she was wearing, exposing the bulge of her chest as she approached the man. Zeneca gave her that tip. When Aleesha looked up, the man was no longer sitting at the bar counter. Aleesha was immediately perplexed and searched him. She desired that man. He is the type of man she adores. He can't leave just like that. Aleesha couldn't figure out what was wrong with her and why she wanted that man so bad. She looked around the club in search of him.

Aleesha sighed with relief as she noticed the man walking in the middle of the dance floor, attempting to separate the other dancing club hoppers. His every step was sluggish, indicating that he had already consumed a large amount of alcohol.

Aleesha moves quickly toward the man before he vanishes from her view. She was only a meter away from the man when he suddenly lost his balance. Despite her heels, Aleesha quickly closes the gap between them. She grabs the man's arm and supports him, so he doesn't fall on the filthy floor.

The man's weight was as heavy as a mountain, but Aleesha could keep her balance. When the man turned to face Aleesha, he violently shook her hand that was holding his arm, causing Aleesha to lose her balance. As a result, she collapsed on the icy dance floor, and her ass crashed when it hit the hard cement.

"Sh*t!" she cursed.

Those around Aleesha simply stared at her, unconcerned about her. It pains her to fall on the cold floor, but it hurt even more when the man ignored her while Aleesha was only offering assistance. Fine! Sometimes help is not free. Aleesha does not want to start a fight because she is a calm person. And she had no idea what kind of man he was. But, perhaps because of the alcohol, she bravely followed him.

"Damn that brute! So insolent!" Aleesha stands up from her fall and blows an irritated breath as she follows the man to the bathroom because this was the path she had seen him walk.

Aleesha noticed him washing his hands, but he came to a halt when he heard someone enter. She closes the bathroom door so no one can stop her from confronting the man. She also didn't mind if she went into the men's restroom. This place was her domain. She was free to do whatever she pleased. And that includes confronting the man inside the locked bathroom.

Her friends had the key, by the way. And the clubbers can go to the bathroom on the second floor.

Even though Aleesha is annoyed, she tries to calm herself as she steps closer to the man who remains standing on the sink.

But suddenly, the man turns around and starts to speak.

"Hmm ... I think you entered the wrong toilet, miss," he said smoothly while looking at her intently.

When Aleesha heard his baritone voice, which sounded like soothing music, she wanted to close her eyes. But she quickly resisted the enticing feeling and replaced it with irritation. She took a step between them and the man and slapped him hard, much to his surprise.

"You arrogant, insolent man!" Aleesha screamed.

But Aleesha's slap seemed to have no effect because the man's lustful gaze was drawn to her chest. Her pupils constricted. This time, she delivered a powerful blow into the man's face, not caring whether he would hurt or not.

"You pervert! Stop looking at my chest! " Aleesha gritted her teeth in annoyance. Her hands curled up into a tight fist while looking furiously at the man.

"What is your issue, lady? Why did you barge into the man's bathroom, slap, and call me a pervert? As soon as you walked into this bathroom, you should have known this was a men's toilet!" His voice is heavy, and his face is darkening.

The man's dark face made no impression on Aleesha. The alcohol gave her the confidence to confront him alone.

"The nerve of you to ask me, you insolent man!" Aleesha was about to slap him again when the man blocked her hand and held it tightly.

"I have enough of you calling me insolent!"

In an instant, the man pulls her into a cubicle. Aleesha tries to flee and fight him, but he is far too strong. Furthermore, her body is tender due to the man's odor of a mixture of alcohol and perfume. It invades every speck of her sanity, turning her into a wanton woman.

Even though Aleesha's heart was pounding loudly, she didn't do anything because she was losing her annoyance with the closeness of the man's body.

Inhaling his scent was like a drug to Aleesha. So when he lowered his head to kiss her the second time, she could not protest.

Aleesha is unsure if she is kissing him correctly, but she responds to every exploration of the man's lips. Aleesha didn't mind her lack of kissing experience because she was afraid the man would leave her if he discovered Aleesha didn't know how to kiss!

When his hand touched her womanhood, she couldn't help but moan from the pain and pleasure she felt.

"I want you, baby! I know you want me as well! "I can feel it down here!"

Aleesha closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and moaned again when she felt his finger twisting inside while slowly thrusting her womanhood.

"Alee?"

She knew that it was Forester who was calling her from outside. But Aleesha was clouded with lust and pleasure. She didn't want to stop. She continued to feel the blinding pleasure, letting her desire swallow her whole being.

It hurts like hell, but the pain gradually faded due to her wetness. Especially when he moved his finger slowly inside her, her pain gradually gave way to extreme pleasure and relish.

Aleesha let out an uncontrollable moan. She had never felt anything like this before. She was determined not to stop. She desired this man. Something was churning in her stomach, but she liked it.

She enjoys it so much that when he abruptly stops, she is dissatisfied, and her eyes become irritated. She asks while looking up at him.

"Why did you stop?" she demanded impatiently.

"I'm going to pounce on you quickly and viciously!" "Are you ready and willing?" He huskily whispered, his eyes deep and dark, swallowing every part of her.

Aleesha responded with a nod. She had no regrets about spending the night with this man, despite the fact that he was a complete stranger to her.

He turns her body to face the wall, and her two hands press against it while her foot rests on the toilet bowl and the other supports her body.

Aleesha couldn't help but be excited about what the man would do. She has been craving this sensation for a long time. But her expectations are ruined when she feels an excruciating pain plunged inside her—a long and thick member thrust inside her womanhood.

"Ahh!!!" She screams in excruciating pain, and her hand presses harder against the wall as if asking for support.

"F*ck!" The man cursed angrily. His movement abruptly comes to a halt. "How come you didn't say anything?" His voice is tinged with rage. His hand caresses her cheek, and he lifts her chin to look at him.

"I'm afraid you'll stop," she shyly answered. Her face is twisted because of the pain, and her eyes are wet with tears.

His thumb wipes her tears and plants a soft kiss on her lips.

"I could be more gentle." He gives a soft sigh and plants a gentle kiss on her lips. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Do you want to?" she slowly asked.

"Of course not, baby!"

"Then please continue, mister?"

Aleesha's lust is uncontrollable. It's only getting stronger. His manhood inside her is tickling her sweet spot and bringing her libido to its peak.

"Dylan, baby. Call me, Dylan."

"Yes, Dylan. Please continue. . ." Aleesha managed to speak despite her face being as red as a tomato from embarrassment. She's new to this. She couldn't do this with Dylan if it weren't for the power of liquor.

"My pleasure, baby. But let's do this gently, okay?"

Dylan began to move slowly inside Aleesha before she could respond to assess her tight passage to acclimate to his massive pillar. As the pain and pleasure merged, she closed her eyes and felt the feeling of being f*cked.

"God, baby! You're so tight! It's so f*cking good!"

"Ohhh . . ." she couldn't help but moan.

When Aleesha's already wet womanhood gets used to Dylan's massive pillar, Dylan gradually fastens his pace as he thrusts faster, intensifying Aleesha's desire. Aleesha's two rich mountain dances together at Dylan's pace, making her crazy in lust.

"Ohh . . . God! It's so good . . ." her lusty moans fill the entire cubicle as Dylan's fingers play with her clit while continuing his thrust from behind. His every move keeps on getting faster and more intense. Every thrust is deep and hits her sweet spot that Aleesha didn't know of. Her body arched as the pleasure consumed every of her being.

Dylan's hand grasps her rich and bouncy breas* while his tongue is busy licking the back of her neck.

Aleesha felt a pressure building inside her, and she felt like it would explode. She can't help but intensifies her moans as she moves her body to welcome Dylan's thrust.

"Oh my god, Dylan. Something is going to burst inside me. Faster-r . . . Ahhh . . ."

"It's your juice, baby! Let it go! C*m for me, baby!" Dylan whispers behind her ear while catching his breath.

Dylan pounded inside her harder and rougher, faster and deeper. Every thrust gives her a tingling sensation, and she feels heaven!

"Oooh . . . Ohhh . . . Dylan!"

Her hips move together with each shove of his fat and long manhood. With every push, Aleesha screamed at the intense sensation she felt.

"Ohh . . . baby . . ."

"Dylan . . . Ohh . . . Uhmm!"

Aleesha couldn't help but moan and pound her hips back in response to every thrust from Dylan. Aleesha moans in bliss with every flap of their soaking wet connected organ.

"You're soaked, baby." Dylan pushed deeper inside her, causing her to moan loudly as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure.

Aleesha feels Dylan's movements become more intense as his thrust gets faster and rougher.

"Oh, baby! I'm c*mming!" he said, catching his breath as the pounding inside her accelerated.

Dylan's finger quickly played with her clitoris, further arousing Aleesha until the heat she felt inside her exploded due to Dylan's actions. She shudders as she feels the warm juices flowing in her womanhood.

"Ohh . . . God . . . It's so good!" Aleesha whispered in pure bliss.

But Dylan kept pounding hard and deep inside as he was yet to c*m until Aleesha felt him still, and a second later, she could feel him burying his seeds inside her.

"Do you want to come to my place?" he asked. His voice was still thick with lust and desire.

Aleesha wanted to say no. But her head said the opposite.

"Yes, baby. Take me away from here."