Bye, My Irresistible Love

Caroline’s POV:

 I furtively scanned the crowd for Charles, but I couldn’t see him anywhere.

My hesitation lasted for seconds before I gave in and finally answered the call.

"Hello."

No one answered.

Heavy breathing was the only thing I heard, the sound ensnaring my senses in its trap.

Thousands of words welled up in my heart.

In the end, all I asked was, "Charles, what can I do for you?"

"Sorry, wrong number."

The asinine reply was all I got after several seconds of silence.

Disappointed, I muttered, "In that case, bye."

"Bye," he answered.

For a small eternity, I waited with bated breath for him to say something, but when I realized he had no intention of speaking, I hung up and walked out of the banquet hall.

I was so lost in my jumbled thoughts that I failed to watch where I was going and bumped into a waiter who happened to be carrying several glasses of wine.

The tray in his hand fell and all the glasses of wine toppled over, drenching my dress.

"I’m sorry, Miss.Are you okay?" the waiter asked anxiously.

"I am fine." I replied quickly, quelling his stream of apologies.

My cheeks heated with embarrassment as I accepted a tissue from him and began wiping the wine stain.

The commotion we made drew Simon’s attention.

He excused himself from the group he was in and hurried over to me.

"Are you hurt?" he asked with concern..

"No, it’s just that my dress is stained.I have a spare one. Don’t worry."

The waiter then led me into a room I could change in after I fetched my spare dress in the car.

The room was awash in darkness and I was unable to find the light switch anywhere.

With a soft click, the door closed behind me and I abandoned my search for the light switch in favor of getting out of my wet dress.

Just then, there was a slight rustling sound from somewhere behind me.

Was there anyone else in this room? Lips pursing, I turned around slowly with a frown, but I couldn’t see anything.

However, I had definitely heard a sound that could only have been made by another human.

"Who is there?" I asked cautiously

 There was no verbal answer to my question, but I was able to make out the shape of a man smoking a cigarette on the sofa in the corner.

The cigarette burn was bright in the darkness.I nearly smacked myself in the head for my carelessness.

In my haste to get out of the dress, I hadn’t bothered to make sure the room was empty before disrobing.

in the corner stayed silent and

gotten used to the darkness of the room and the

squinted until my eyes

the figure on the sofa and I was left speechless at

thought was that it was some playboy but I was

be none

of smoke he puffed up, Charles

put to words the myriad of thoughts flashing through our

Charles’ cigarette filled

broke

"Are you not cold?"

me back to attention and that was when I realized that I was standing in front

and I hastily grabbed at the rest of my dress, trying

couldn’t find even a cubicle I could

had no choice but to turn

nothing for a while and simply stared at

few seconds of tense silence, he stood up and

starkly

stood still, his

did nothing but stare at

to snap out of it and returned my attention to what

possible, I changed from my wet dress to my spare

my bout of embarrassing episodes

strapless and was meant to be laced up

in such a way that the person wearing the dress would need

I discovered only after I

dilemma.I couldn’t go out half

you need

and seductive baritone purred from behind

my head in

thanks." Charles ignored my

put out the cigarette and walked towards me.His long legs ate up

nothing but stare

and nothing

stalked closer to me and his body loomed over me, his shadow blocking out

were so close that our breaths intertwined and each time I inhaled, I breathed in the

a very alluring and

Charles

do was blink up

own hands and turned me

it over my shoulder so he could have a clear

swept over my skin, and the

but he held both of my hands

dragged both of my

face was flush against the wall and Charles’

this position made me feel nervous.I struggled to get free but Charles wouldn’t let

"Do you feel good?"

drawled right inside my ear and I shivered.His voice was hoarse and deep, and I could tell just from the tenor that Charles was

frown marred my face as

my hands

more intimate as Charles’ hand encircled

heat of his palm made my legs

flamed a deep red and

think of anything else, so

pinched my chin, using his hold on me to stop my