Chloe's POV

'You don't give it to me the way Sylvia does' It rang like a bell into my head. 

I froze. I tried to force out words from my mouth but it refused to come out. My brain was unable to wrap itself around what I just heard. Tears flowed freely down my face. 

"I have always done it the way you want, the way you always told me you wanted it." My voice was so small. "Even after that, you still chose to break me, with my best friend?"

"Just shhhhhh, enough of all these sermons, as you can see, we were very busy when you came in, and we are yet to finish our business. Just get lost you dandiprat" Sylvia smiled as she headed to the door, still stark naked with her boobs dangling left, right and center. 

She tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with malice. "That's the way out." She pointed at the door. 

Jack crossed his arms, standing beside the bed. A cruel smile playing on his lips. "You heard her kiss, excuse us right now."

I staggered backward. My whole body was aching. I sobbed uncontrollably. "I loved you Jack."

"I know." Sylvia said softly coming towards me. She brushed the hair on my face back with a fake smile. I was broken that the one I called my best friend had to do this to me. 

"Jack please, tell me everything we had wasn't fake. Tell Sylvia that you have loved only but me alone" I sobbed uncontrollably.

Jack wasn't remorseful even for a bit, seeing the tears in my eyes and keeping cool. I knew I had lost. 

Sylvia went to him, grabbed his dick and started carelessing it again, not minding my state. And the scum bag had to let out a loud moan. He touched her boobs and they started kissing, romancing themselves roughly while they landed on the bed. 

Something inside of me snapped. I staggered out of the house while cleaning the tears on my face, barely aware of how my body was moving. 

I walked down the rainy and lonely path, with the wind biting my skin, but I didn't care. Everything felt....hollow. I thought I would scream, but I didn't. I couldn't. The silence was louder. 

I thought of how we used to be. I didn't know where I was heading to, but my feet carried me towards the town's outskirts. "To hell with him!" I muttered angrily. 

******

"Again!" I barked. 

The bartender never hesitates to pour me another round of shots. I downed it immediately, feeling the burn of the liquor in my throat still enjoying it. 

I scoffed. 

Downed another shot. And that's when I saw him, sitting at the corner table, a whiskey glass in hand, shadowed in darkness but glowing like a god. 

Tall, broad-shouldered. His jaw was sharp, peppered with a faint stubble. His eyes-piercing and unreadable -locked with mine. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. 

"Again." I demanded, but got no answer as I didn't see the bar tender anymore when I raised my head. 

"Fuck you all" I hissed. 

I didn't know what I wanted, but I walked towards him. Maybe it was the anger, maybe it was the betrayal, maybe it was the void or maybe, I just didn't want to feel like nothing anymore. 

Despite the loudness of the music, I could still hear my own heartbeat pounding hard in my ears. 

I cleaned my eyes once again but I didn't see him anymore. He was gone. 

Just then, a man in a blue suit walked up to me.....

"Mr Drake wants to meet with you."

"Who the fuck is Mr Drake?" I slurred. "Tell whatever you called whoever sent you to come here and meet me."

"Tsh." He scoffed. "Miss, come quickly with me as Mr Drake doesn't like to be delayed."

"Yay! Do you have a death wish?" I exclaimed. 

Before I could say another word, the man grabbed my arm. 

"Hey! Before I count to three, let go of me now!" I screamed angrily. 

But he already started dragging me along. Immediately, I kicked his cock and he screamed and let go of my arm. I took to my heels immediately. 

I turned my back while running and saw that thick headed guy pursuing me. 

"Fuck! What have I gotten myself into." I murmured to myself. 

I got to the lobby, opening any room I get my hand on to see if any is unlocked. 

"Stop right there you witch!" The thick headed guy yelled at me, almost getting close. 

Luckily for me, I swung one door by my right written ' VIP' and it opened. I jumped in immediately and locked the door. 

"Thank goodness." I heaved. 

"What are you doing there?" Get your ass over here already, I am not so patient."

Chloe's POV

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned immediately and stood frozen. I found myself tongue tied. His abs were visibly well built, and those biceps and triceps, they made my insides chin with excitement!

His tanned skin looked so smooth, so well taken care of and my gaze trailed slowly to his face. I could see his blue eyes as he raised his head up and his eyes met with mine, making my heart jump. 

Weird feeling! I had never felt my heart react like that to my now ex boyfriend. 

"What are you still doing standing there?" He spoke, his lips moving and my wet thighs subconsciously clamped together as I felt it throb! My pissy throbbed! With just his voice. 

"Get a hold of yourself." I muttered to myself. "What the heck are you thinking? Why the heck are you high, reacting to just a man's voice?"

His voice was deep and in all shades, it was hot! I was sweating profusely. 

"Get over here bitch! I hate to be kept waiting!" His voice was deep. 

Who was this man? That made my pussy throb with just his voice alone. His voice was authoritative, I couldn't reason again, I just walked over to him, my wet thighs brushing each other. 

"Aren't you a professional? Why behave like you are a novice? Get down on your knees already and start your job. Now." He ordered. 

I never mind about how he ordered me, I just.....did as he had ordered me to, feeling the heat in my pussy. 

He removed his towel, letting it fall and revealing his thick hard cock to me. 

"Oh! My!" I let out a soft sound. "That's massive."

"Take my cock and do exactly what you know how to do." He said instantly. I swallowed my saliva real quick, blinked my eyes thrice, or more than, I can't tell anymore. 

I felt it in my pussy. What the hell was wrong with me?!

I don't know exactly what was wrong with me, exactly why I was on my knees, exactly what I was about to do. But, I just love this feeling and love what I am seeing. 

I reached my hands out to touch his huge cock, gulping down hard as I realized that I wanted this cock in my mouth. 

My nipples hardened in this weird situation and were pushing the fabric of my wet dress. My both hands wrapped around his cock as if my life depended on it. 

"Fuck.... That's it!" He cursed and felt good at the same time. 

I romanced his cock over and over again.

"Put those liquids in your mouth into use, make it useful bitch!" He uttered another dirty word, but I don't know what I am feeling with those words of his. 

Why the heck are his dirty and cursed words driving me nuts? Why the heck are they turning me on? Those words made me wetter. I swear, they really did. 

I poured a huge amount of saliva onto his thick hardened cock and romancing it. He screamed "That's it bitch!"

I never thought I would ever do it in my whole life, and here I am doing it. You know what's more funny! I am doing this with a STRANGER. What the fuck! I smiled. Nevertheless, I still love it. I love the fact that everything about him turns me on, everything about him gets me wetter. 

I have never had this type of feeling in my entire life. But here I am....

I think something was definitely in the drinks the bartender gave me tonight. But everything about this man was undeniably sexy. 

I spat more on the older stranger's cock, then moved my hands again. 

"Use your fucking mouth bitch." He cursed, reached my hair and pulled me down onto his cock. 

My lips parted, spreading widely, letting his huge thick hard cock into my mouth. It hurt my lips, but I never minded the pain. I still felt good nevertheless. 

I felt uncontrollable in my pussy. I was horny at the instant his cock entered my mouth. 

My pussy definitely thought otherwise.

Chloe's POV

"You tight mouth bitch, take me to the climax with it," he groaned, his hand pressing down on my head, forcing me to take more of his cock.

I had only taken the tip earlier, just the fat crown of it stretching my lips, but now he shoved me deeper. I gagged as my throat struggled to open, my eyes watering.

"Fuck! Suck on it... yeah, there! Do it like your life depends on it!"

His dirty words set my body on fire. My tongue slid over the thick veins of his cock, and I moaned into it, shocked at my own reaction.

"Use those hands on my balls, bitch. Don't just sit there. Play with them," he demanded.

God, why did his orders make me wetter? I obeyed without thinking, my palm cupping his heavy balls while my other hand stroked the base.

"Shit! That's it!" he groaned.

I swirled my tongue around the head, drooling on it, then pushed myself to take more. My jaw ached, but the way he groaned above me made my pussy throb harder.

He yanked my hair suddenly, and I winced. Instead of hating it, I got wetter.

"I want to fuck that pussy of yours," he said, standing up and letting his huge cock bounce against his hard abs.

I moaned without shame. "Please, fuck my wet pussy. I want daddy to fuck me."

He smirked down at me, his thick cock in his hand, stroking it while his eyes drilled into mine. He pushed me back on the bed, spreading my legs roughly. My dress was already soaked from my juices, my panties sticking to me. I could feel my own arousal dripping out.

He grabbed my panties and tore them down. My heart raced. This was it. I was about to let a stranger, no, not just a stranger, a powerful older man fuck me.

He knelt between my legs, his cock heavy, pointing at my entrance. My body shook with need and fear.

Just then-

Ring! Ring!

The sharp sound of a phone shattered the heat between us.

He cursed loudly, grabbed his phone from the side table, and frowned at the screen. His face darkened.

"Fuck!" he spat, standing up. "I have to take this."

He answered the call, his tone suddenly sharp and commanding. His voice carried power, the kind that made my chest tighten.

I sat frozen, my legs still open, my body begging for what we almost had. My breath was shaky, my heart broken with frustration.

He turned his back to me, pacing the room as he spoke in low tones. I couldn't make out his words, but I knew it was serious. His body language said it all.

I pulled my dress down quickly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Shame hit me like a storm. What was I doing? What the hell was I about to do?

The man was still on the phone, ignoring me now, his voice hard and controlled.

I stood up quietly, grabbed my bag from the floor, and rushed out of the room without another word.

My legs trembled as I walked down the hotel hallway. I felt like crying again. What was wrong with me? Betrayed by my boyfriend, and here I was, ready to spread my legs for someone I didn't even know.

Tears stung my eyes as I walked out of the building into the cold night.

*****

By the time I got home, I felt drained. My sister Hilda was in the living room watching TV, but when she saw me, she sat up immediately.

"Chloe? What happened to you? Your eyes are red, you've been crying," she said, standing up.

I broke down. "Hilda... I caught Jack... with Sylvia."

Her jaw dropped. "What?! Sylvia? Your best friend Sylvia?!"

"Yes," I choked out, fresh tears rolling down. "I walked in on them... they were... they were fucking."

Hilda's face twisted in anger. "That bastard! That bitch! I'm going over there right now!" She grabbed her phone and keys.

I rushed forward and grabbed her arm. "No! Hilda, please don't. Don't make it worse, they're not worth it."

"Are you kidding me? He cheated on you with your best friend! He humiliated you! And you want me to sit down?" she shouted.

I shook my head, sobbing. "Please... I don't want a fight. Let them rot together, I just... I just need to heal."

Hilda sighed, hugging me tightly. "You don't deserve this, Chloe. You gave him everything. He's trash. And Sylvia... she's worse than trash."

I sniffed, my heart still bleeding.

"Listen," Hilda said softly, pulling back. "Forget him, forget them both, I'll connect you with someone better. A real man. Handsome, rich, responsible. Not like that bastard."

I forced a weak smile. "You and your matchmaking..."

"I'm serious, Chloe. You're beautiful, you're smart, you're kind. Any man would be lucky to have you. Jack didn't deserve you. I'll set you up with someone who does," she said firmly.

I hugged her again, grateful for her.

But deep down, I knew the man I had just met in that hotel room was still in my head. The way he commanded me, the way my body betrayed me for him. I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Little did I know... fate was about to shock me again.

******

The next day, I stepped out to clear my head. My feet carried me to the city square where people gathered often. I wasn't ready, but life had other plans.

I froze when I saw him.

Jack.

Standing there, laughing with some friends. My chest tightened. But then I saw who stood beside him.

My blood ran cold.

It was him.

The man from the hotel room.

The man whose cock I had just sucked the night before.

And beside Jack, laughing with them, was another guy I vaguely knew, Jack's close friend.

My heart nearly stopped.

Jack's friend noticed me first. "Chloe! Wow, nice to see you again. It's been a while. You're looking good."

I forced a stiff smile, my eyes darting between Jack... and the man standing tall beside him. He looked like the older version of my stupid ex-boyfriend, Jack.

I guessed, right?

The resemblance was strikingly insane. Why didn't I notice it that night? 

The powerful, commanding stranger I had almost given myself to.

And from the look in his eyes as they locked with mine. I knew he recognized me too.