Drunken state

I could feel myself getting drunk but I didn't mind it was working. I was forgetting about him. He was off my mind and soon I would pass out.

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Later that night, as I was engrossed in my soap opera, my phone rang. "Mr. Sanchez," I answered, my voice low and husky.

"Hey, it's Rebecca. I'm at your door," she slurred, her voice laced with alcohol.

I got up, curiosity getting the better of me, and made my way to the door. I peered through the peephole, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw Rebecca standing there, her eyes glassy and her smile seductive.

I opened the door, and she stumbled in, reeking of alcohol. "Jess, wake up, we're home," she mumbled, her eyes fixed on me.

I took Jess from her grasp, and Rebecca smiled up at me, her eyes pleading for a kiss. I took Jess from her and closed the door.

Jess stumbled in, her eyes locked on mine with a determined gaze. "Mr. Sanchez," she slurred, her voice husky with alcohol.

Before I could react, she pressed her lips against mine, her kiss hungry and passionate. I was taken aback, but my body responded instinctively, my lips parting to deepen the kiss.

As we kissed, Jess's hands roamed my body, her touch igniting a fire within me. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't resist her allure. She was drunk, but she knew what she wanted, and her desire was palpable.

But as the kiss intensified, my conscience kicked in. I couldn't take advantage of her drunk state, no matter how much my body craved her touch. I gently broke away, my heart racing with guilt and desire.

"Jess, we need to stop," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, her lips swollen from our kiss. "Don't stop," she whispered back, her voice husky with longing.

I took a deep breath, my resolve firm. "We can't do this, Jess. You're drunk, and I won't take advantage of you."

With a sigh, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her upstairs, laying her in her bed. As I covered her with a blanket, she looked up at me, her eyes still burning with desire. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I smiled, my heart still racing with temptation. "Get some rest, Jess. We'll talk in the morning."

I exited the room and slumped down on the floor. She's driving me insane. I went into my room and finished off what she started. Ever since I couldn't stop thinking about her she was just mesmerizing. I just hoped for anything that could get her off my mind.

I found Mrs. Petterson, she wanted me and she desperate and I just wanted any form of distraction to get my mind of her even for a while and Mrs Petterson seemed like the perfect distraction I met her on the rooftop at lunchtime earlier and I just made out with her it felt repulsive but I just wanted anything to get her off my mind. I heard someone creeping up to the door and listened. I figured it was her so I grabbed Mrs Petterson's hair and aggressively pushed her against the wall in hopes that Jess would take that and leave me alone even though I didn't want her to.

My mind raced with thoughts of Jess, her sultry gaze, and her luscious lips. I craved her touch, her kiss, without the haze of alcohol. I longed for her to desire me, to want me with a clear mind. But I knew I shouldn't succumb to my desires, not with my boss's daughter. Yet, her allure was irresistible - her golden hair, her curves that seemed to go on forever, her pleading eyes that seemed to see right through me.

As I gazed at the ring pop ring on my dresser, memories of our past flooded my mind. Six years had passed since we last saw each other, but my attraction to her remained unabated. I recalled the way she made me feel, the way my heart raced with excitement whenever she was near. I wondered if she still thought of me, if she still felt the same spark that I did.

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My thoughts were consumed by her, my body aching with desire. I knew I had to see her again, to taste her lips, to feel her skin against mine. I couldn't resist her, no matter how hard I tried. She was my weakness, my obsession. And I knew that I would do anything to make her mine.

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I rose from the couch, my body still tingling from the memory of Jess's lips on mine. I needed to shake off the desire that lingered within me, to cleanse myself of the longing that threatened to consume me. I stepped into the scorching hot bath, the water enveloping me like a warm embrace. As I soaked, the night's events replayed in my mind, Jess's pleading eyes and plump lips etched in my memory like a burning flame.

The warm water relaxed my tense muscles, but my mind remained restless, my thoughts still fixed on Jess. I couldn't shake the feeling that our encounter was far from over, that the embers of our desire still smoldered, waiting to ignite once more. As the bathwater cooled, I knew that the morning light would bring new temptations, new opportunities to succumb to the passion that simmered between us.

As I slowly opened my eyes, the piercing light sliced through my brain like a razor, intensifying the throbbing headache that threatened to consume me. The room spun around me, a never-ending vortex that left me disoriented and gasping for air. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert, dry and cracked, with a lingering taste of last night's debauchery.

I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillow. My body felt heavy, weighed down by the remnants of yesterday's excesses. I couldn't remember much, just fragments of laughter, music, and the feeling of being lost in the darkness.