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 continued smoking, but suddenly

of the room and the sudden brightness blinded me for a

until my eyes had once again adjusted to the

to the figure on the sofa

it was some playboy

turned out to be none other than Charles.I continued

of smoke he puffed up,

put to words the myriad

smoke from Charles’ cigarette

he broke the

"Are you not cold?"

and that was when I

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

the room and couldn’t find even a cubicle

choice but to turn to

nothing for a while and

seconds of tense silence, he stood

starkly

still,

I did nothing but stare at him, lost in my

snap out of it and returned my

possible, I changed from my

bout of embarrassing episodes were not over

meant to be

dress was designed in such a way that the person wearing the dress would need someone else to lace them

discovered only after I had

half naked, but I didn’t have anyone I could

you need any

low and seductive baritone purred from

shook my head

Charles ignored my refusal

walked towards me.His long legs ate up the distance

could do nothing but

room was well lit and nothing

to me and his body loomed over me, his shadow

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

same air was a very alluring and

Charles

could do

took matters into his own hands and turned me around by the

my hair and pushed it over my shoulder

skin, and the heat made me

turned away from his touch but he held both of my

dragged both of

was flush against the wall and Charles’

being trapped in this position made me feel nervous.I struggled to get

"Do you feel good?"

deep, and I could tell just from the tenor that Charles

my face as

my hands and turned

as Charles’ hand encircled my lower back, pushing me deeper

his palm made my

red and I couldn’t help but shout,

blank.I couldn’t think of anything else, so I could only call

my chin, using his hold on me