Just a Fling

After the continuous ringing of her phone, Athena slowly opens her eyes. She winches and stretches her hand to where her phone is kept, on the nightstand.

With her half-open eyes, she glances at the screen finding her father's number. Her eyes pop open and she instantly sits on the bed. She pushes her stray hair backward which keeps on falling to her face. Clearing her throat, she receives the call. "Good Morning, father."

"Are you still at Warlow?" he asks ignoring her greeting. She responds with a yes and rubs her temple. It appears she had quite a drink. She regrets ordering the strongest alcoholic drink.

"Is the work done?" her father asks.

"All done. I'll be there by ten this morning. And answer all your questions" she says while her hand involuntarily touches her neck. She then realizes the bedsheet has fallen from her hold. Well, she does not bother to grab it since there's no one other than her and the man who is still sleeping.

"Alright. Come soon, your mother is worried" he tells and after a few more talks he ends the call. She sighs and turns her attention to her right, to the man who shifts. She gazes at him, finding it amusing to look at him. He without any argument is the most handsome man she spent the night with. She thinks and chuckles that the men in Arcillia aren't much attractive. Maybe she should order imported quality men like him from other countries.

She suddenly gets alarmed when Vincent groans and opens his eyes. The first thing he sees is the beautiful and alarmed face of Athena. His eyes shifts to her naked body and it made his manhood aroused. "Morning" he smiles turning his attention back to her face.

"Morning" she replies and positions herself to look at him. She does not care if whether she is naked or whether he knows that the way he looks at her gives her flutters.

"Last night was fun" he breathes out and scoots closer putting an arm in her waist. She shivers but pretends to be normal.

"I can say that. You didn't disappoint me, Mr." she teases him and bites her lip. She presses her thighs together. She is turned on but she does not want to let him know. To her surprise, he pulls her closer by her waist so their mouths are just an inch far. His hand makes its way down to her thighs and slowly shifts it between them feeling the heat radiating from her clit. "Have I made you wet already, Missy?" he mumbles with a smirk. His hand remains there, he is neither moving up nor he is removing it. Her pussy throbs wanting his hand in there.

"Maybe but I need to leave" she keeps her composure but her breathing changes when his lips touch the corner of her mouth.

"You really want to? But your body says something else" he murmurs and shifts his hand unfolding her clit and slowly circling around the soft skin. She closes her eyes involuntarily and bites her lips hard. Now if she leaves without her release her whole will end up worse. Maybe a quick orgasm won't affect her schedule.

She crashes her mouth to his her tongue going deep inside his mouth. He lifts her one thigh and places it on his legs making her legs wide. His fingers circle her roughly and she is bound to moan. Her hands cup his face and they kiss harder as if their life depends on it. "Make it quick" she breathes pulling away and looking into his eyes.

He smirks and rises from his side making her lay on her back. From this view, he appears tall and she cannot ignore the semi-hard dick in the air. Without any words, he goes down, spreads her legs apart, and starts licking her. The moment his tongue comes in contact with her already wet clit, she moans loudly arching her back. His tongue works magically and she is very close to her release. She grabs his hair tightly as she chases her orgasm. Her pussy tightens and her muscle tenses. "I am coming!" she cries out.

Her whole shudders as she orgasms. The liquid drips down her pussy but Vincent is there to lick it up. "You taste damn good, Missy" he groans coming up to kiss her. She tastes her own nectar for the first time. She never allows any man to make her taste herself but she cannot understand why she does not stop him. She kind of likes it.

"I need my release now" he whispers and sucks on her nipple. She whimpers at his torture. "Are you on birth control?" he asks impatiently as he sucks her hard pebble-like nipples.

"Mm...yes but you got to wear the condom," he says pleasure consuming her.

He curses and steps down the bed to get himself another condom from his pants pockets.

"Did you already know you will be spending the night with someone?" she asks curiously. She does not care if he cares about the condom. In fact, she is glad he is smart enough to carry them.

"Yeah" he grumbles and rolls the condom over his penis. Without wasting another second he bolts to the bed, to her, and spreading her legs wide he position himself to her entrance. Slowly, he pushes his dick inside her vagina, and when she nods he puts it inside completely. God, that feeling!

They start moving. He fucks her hard and she moans like crazy. She clutches the bedsheet to keep herself steady. If morning is like this every day, she will be glad.

Sex is only physical without any feelings. She never allows feelings to mingle while having sex and she tells them to. She has fucked men in her country but only singles. She never fucks any married men. Who would want to ruin a marriage? Not her.

**

After the blissful fuck, she gets and goes to freshen up. She realizes her clothes are torn and she cannot call Cynthia because she does not have her number. She comes out of the bathroom wearing a mini robe which does a good job exposing her cleavage and stands with her arms folded.

"You tore my dress" she scowls at him. "What am I supposed to wear?"

Just at that moment, the door knocks. She wonders who will it be. If it's Cynthia, she is relieved. She goes quickly and when she opens the door, a man's face appears. He is an old man who appears to be someone's butler.

"Your dress, Miss Athena" he smiles and hands the package to her. She looks at him skeptically.

"I don't think I know you?"

"Vincent Sir called me to bring you a set of clothes" he answers politely. Her eyes widen a little.

"And who are you?"

"I am his butler, Miss" he replies and then takes his leave. So he is a rich brat, she thinks. She closes the door and starts to open the package. A royal blue halter dress and undergarments too. "How do you know this is of my size?"

"C'mon, Missy. I personally checked it" he says dramatically. She smiles to herself and goes to change into the dress in the changing room. "You can change here. We have seen each other naked already" he lets out.

She ignores him and starts to wear.

She quickly does her hair by just combing it and goes by the nightstand to take her phone. She can change in her private jet without anyone's disturbance.

"Do you like it?" he asks expectantly. He is still in bed and still naked.

"It's fine" she replies curtly. He frowns the way she answers. She now appears cold and distant.

"Where do you live?" he asks.

"We only had a fling. My whereabouts aren't any of your concern" she snaps giving him a cold look. It's not the first she is doing it. When the opposite person demands having more from her other than sex, she cuts them off instantly.

When she starts to leave, he gets out of the bed and catches her by the wrist. "Wait."

"What do you want?"

"I really liked the time we spent. Can't we—"

She cuts him midsentence fiercely and jerks her hand away from his hold. "It was only a fling, just for a night. Don't think of having more from this."

"But at least you can give me your number" he requests, his eyes pleading.

"Look, Vincent or whatever your name is, I thought you has the same deal as me. Apart from spending a night together, we would have nothing to do" she snaps.

Her attitude changes so fast. It's as if the woman from last night and in the morning was someone else. When she turns to leave, he grabs her wrist again.

"Let me go" she hisses glaring at him.

"Tell me your where you live and I'll let you go" he demands looking at her seriously.

She grumbles and twists her wrist to get away from his hold. "Let me godammit!"

"Tell me your address or give me your number."

"Block 34/D, XX street" she grits out whatever random address she can think of. She only hopes he believes her and lets her go.

"There's no such address in Warlow and I know very well you aren't from Warlow, Missy" he asserts appearing to be mad.

"Arcillia! Alright? I and from Arcillia!" she tells and he let go of her hand. She shoots him a dirty look and exits through the door.

"We will meet again, Missy," he thinks aloud smiling to himself.