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.

and continued

to the darkness of the

I squinted until my eyes had once again adjusted to the

turned to the figure on the sofa and I was

initial thought was that it was some playboy but I was

out to be none other than Charles.I

the clouds of smoke he puffed up, Charles

words the myriad of thoughts flashing through

smoke from Charles’ cigarette

he broke

"Are you not cold?"

snapped me back to attention and that was when I realized that I was standing in front of him half

grabbed at the rest of

I scanned the room and couldn’t find even a cubicle I

I had no choice but to

said nothing for a while and simply

tense silence, he stood up and went out to

moon reflected starkly on

stood still,

I did nothing but stare at him, lost in my

snap out of it and

changed from my wet

of embarrassing

and was meant to

person wearing the dress would need someone else

discovered only after

dilemma.I couldn’t go out half naked, but I didn’t

need any

seductive baritone purred from

shook my head in

ignored my refusal of

cigarette and walked towards me.His long legs ate up the distance between us in

do nothing but stare up at

room was well lit and nothing was in

body loomed over me, his shadow blocking out the

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

was a

Charles

could do was blink up

hands and turned me around

shoulder

my skin, and the heat made me

but he

me against the wall and dragged

was flush against the wall and Charles’ body heat directly

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

"Do you feel good?"

ear and I shivered.His voice was hoarse and deep, and I could tell just from

marred my face as I

my hands

Charles’ hand

made my legs feel a little

face flamed a deep red and I couldn’t

of anything else, so I could only call his

using his hold on me