One Night With Mr. Playboy

I keep rubbing my legs and arms because it's extremely cold in the room Mischa brought me to. I had been looking for her for an hour since she had left me here alone, and she had just instructed me to relax. But how could I do it if she insisted on me wearing a short dress? I can see how the intoxicated boys on the next sofa are staring at my legs.

Ugh! I've already informed Mischa that I don't want to come here because I'm afraid Mama would be upset with me again, and Mischa will tell the story in reverse, implying that I was the one who invited her to the party. I decided to stand and search for her in this close and crowded space. We entered a bar, so I assume this is a VIP room. I'm about to walk, but someone has already blocked my way, and I have no option but to halt since his abrupt presence has almost knocked me off my feet. I take a step back when I discover he has no intention of leaving, and I can smell his powerful perfume mixed with the scent of whiskey.

"A-lone?" He's obviously inebriated. He can't even speak a single word directly. I don't want to be rude or ignore him since he could start a commotion, which I definitely don't want.

I take a deep breath before responding. "Not at all. I'm with my sister."

"I-I haven't seen anyone that you're with since earlier that I'm watching you." That gives me shivers. How can he speak that bluntly? I didn't want him to notice how uncomfortable I am because he would believe I'm an easy target. Obviously, he's seeking for a slut, but he picked the wrong girl.

"I'm with my sister, and I'm about to seek for her because I want to go home. If you'll excuse me?" I attempted to speak clearly, despite my terror in his dark gaze.

"S-pend some time with me first. You don't need to go e-arly. And by the way, who's your sister?" What a nosy man.

I really want to roll my eyes right now, and I can't wait to pass by him. "She's Mischa, so please let me leave." I didn't wait for his reaction since I took a step to the side, but this guy won't let me go. He gripped my hand tightly and drew me closer to him. I wanted to shield my nose, but it may anger him.

My hair rises up as he presses his lips to my ear and rubs it again. I'm losing strength, but I want to push him as hard as I can. "You're hot, and Mischa already left with a guy. Do you want to go with me as well?" he muttered, making me shiver. Please! Someone kindly help me right now. I could feel his lips creeping towards mine and summoned all my power to shove him away so I could run.

But before I could do so, someone tapped his shoulder, causing him to look back. That was close. Thank you to the savior. "I presume that's my date?" I almost passed out after hearing a simple statement from a baritone voice.

It's too husky, like if he's inviting me to stroll behind him and cling to his neck. Gosh! I'm not drunk, but I'm too drawn by his voice. I saw the person who wanted to kiss me clear his throat, and he got sober only by hearing the voice of another stranger? "Oh," he could only say before turning and heading in the opposite direction. Oh? That was really stupid. He pretended to be superior in front of me at first, but he quickly transformed into a tamed lion. Does he know this guy?

"You shouldn't wear a small cloth if you're not prepared to protect yourself?" I came back from my daydream when I heard his soothing voice again. It was just a serious tone, but there was something special about it.

I couldn't stare at his dark eyes any longer, so I glanced down. "I'm sorry. My sister urged me to wear this and accompany her to this bar. I simply don't know where she is." I suddenly felt his hot finger delicately nudge my chin, forcing me to glance up, and now I'm pulled to his aristocratic face.

"Aren't you drunk?" My throat was too dry to respond. He gets closer, and I no longer have the uneasy sensation from the last guy. This guy in front of me is making me feel hot. "Because I'm drunk with the beauty in front of me," he murmured, without giving me a chance to respond, and kissed my lips.

It's scorching and full of hunger. I didn't know what I was thinking since I was simply watching myself follow his lips move. This is my first kiss, and I assume it's the greatest. He drew me in closer and continued to grasp my waist, making our surroundings hotter. When he palmed my breast up and down, I wanted to moan. I have no time for people who are staring at us, so I let this stranger carry me out of the crowded room. I just heard another click of the lock door, and he pins me to the wall.

"What's your name?"

"Chrizanta,"

"Call me baby, Iza, and moan loudly." Yet he didn't wait for my response again, because he tore my dress and rubbed my breast even harder. It doesn't hurt, and it simply adds to the electrifying feeling I'm having down there. I want him to do something, but I'm not sure what.

When I felt his hot lips circle my neck, I pushed him harder to it. "K-eep doing—Ahh! More, please." I'm not sure what I'm asking. I just want him to keep going with what he's doing in my breast. He's sucking it like a baby, and I want to spread my legs wider so he can do it to a 'thing' inside my panty as well. It was hard to express myself.

"Ahh! I love these breasts, baby. I'll never get tired of sucking them all day." Heaven must have heard my request because I felt his hands tugging my panty down. I let out a loud gasp as he strokes it with his finger.

"Yes, oh! I love it baby, harder." I use my finger to move it closer to my 'thing' down there. Rather than stroking it again, I felt a hard object shoved into my pussy. Oh my goodness! My lips remained open as I raised my head in search of too much sensation. This pleasure gives me an excessive amount of uncontrolled pleasure.

"You're wet," he said in a hoarse voice, adding to the thrill. "Are you able to lean over to the bed?"

I heard him chuckle when I didn't think twice about bending half of my body to bed and allowing him to view my butt and pussy. I don't care right now since I'm too drunk on this pleasure. I felt his presence at my back and I'm getting a little impatient, as well as excited about what he's about to do. "Ahh," I groaned as he slap my butt. But I wasn't expecting what happened next. He also knelt at my back and placed two fingers into my pussy, pumping it quicker and harder. I keep clutching the bed sheet and groaning from his quick movement. It aches, but it's tolerable. He took my legs and placed them on his shoulder before inserting his finger once more. This is incredibly hot, and I'm not sure how my hand got into his hard baby's trousers. He came to a halt, which made me want to hit him. I'm nearly there. "Why did you stop?"

He laughed at my reaction. "Relax, baby, I'm just going to pull my trousers down," he whispered as he kissed my lips hard while tugging his pants down. I push him aside and assist him in removing his boxer. And the next thing I knew, Jesus was taking me to paradise. To a heaven full of ecstasy, where only our groans are the only melody you can hear.

I keep rubbing my palm against the firm yet rosy-scented pillow I'm now holding. I'm not sure how I could have had two pillows when I'm sure I only have one. But this is far too comfy for me to open my eyes and stand up. I was letting my hands wander on it when I felt a hot, long torch. Flashlight? I opened my eyes to look at it when I noticed a guy sleeping peacefully next to me. I followed where my hand was at the time and found it on this guy's 'buddy.' Oh my goodness! It's hot, hard, and standing. Then it all became clear.

"Wahh!"

I put my hand over my lips to keep from making another noise. No! I should get out of here before he notices me. It was a shame, a bad yet enjoyable night. I went looking for my dress, but I found it ripped at the entryway. I have no option but to wear his clothing. He's still sleeping, so I'll let him decide later. I swiftly moved and marched out of the room without looking back at the handsome guy who had popped my cherry.

I'm still a few feet away from our house, but I can see a slew of garments outside our small gate. Mama continues to yell, but I can't comprehend what she's saying. When I checked the clothing on the ground, my eyes practically flew out when I realized they were mine. Oh my goodness! What is this scene? I dashed into our house to question them, but was met with a strong slap that knocked me to the ground.

"Mama?"

"You're such a whore." I don't understand her, I didn't do anything. "I offer you an education even if I don't want to, but guess what, I was never wrong." I looked around and spotted Mischa wiping her tears, or a false one.

"What d—" Mama pulled my hair, causing me to stop talking.

Her eyes are filled with hatred. This isn't the first time I've seen her eyes filled with hatred for me. But this time, I really don't get her. I tried to ask Mischa a question by just glancing at her, she avoided my gaze. I flinched when Mama gripped my hair harder and pressed my jaw to force me to look at her directly. "How dare you invite Mischa to a party and then leave her there to have sex with someone? I raised you so you could pay me someday, but you're such a disgrace that I can't take it any longer. Grab your belongings outside and look for a new home that will accept a whore like you." She pushed me to the ground again, and I didn't notice my tears were already falling.

Mischa planned everything to get rid of me in this house, and I've never been wrong about that. I truly have a horrible feeling about her invitation, but she's too persistent, so I guess her strategy worked. Knowing Mama despises me from the start, this set-up fueled her rage and caused her to yank the last string she had for me. I love them despite the hostility I've gotten, despite the fact that I'm merely an adoptive daughter who will never be loved and treated as if I were biological. I'm merely the only one who continues putting myself within a full box. I've been alone for far too long. If my biological parents don't love me, how could I possibly expect Mama to?

I brush my tears away and stand, my gaze fixed on Mischa. I want her to know that I will no longer treat her as a sister at this moment. By the way, she never treated me like one. "I hope you're happy now," I remarked as I exited our home.

I gather my clothing and place them in a bag. I also need to change my clothes. But I'm not sure where I'm going now. This is a miserable life for a terrible person like me. Yes, I'm a terrible. Because if I'm not, why would He allow me to suffer? I have no right to question Him, but do I have any right to ask Him why He chose me? Why am I still here, despite everything I've done, all the compassion and care I've given?

"Get out of our fence, Chrizanta!"

I gasped as a heavy thing struck my back. I looked down to see what Mama had thrown at me and saw a sack. At the very least, she still cares, but where am I going now? It stinks how true it is that after the pleasure, there'll be too much grief.