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 sudden

my eyes had once again adjusted to

see properly, I turned to the figure on the sofa and I was left speechless

was some playboy but

dark turned out to be none other

the clouds of smoke he puffed up, Charles stared back

words the

from Charles’

broke the

"Are you not cold?"

and that was when I realized that I was

flamed and I hastily grabbed at the rest of my

and couldn’t find even a cubicle I could

had no choice but to

He said nothing for a

silence, he stood up

reflected starkly on his

still,

did nothing but stare at him, lost in

I was able to snap out of it and returned my attention to what I

changed from my wet dress

embarrassing episodes were not over

dress was strapless and was meant to be laced up

in such a way that the person wearing

unfortunate predicament I discovered only after I

in a dilemma.I couldn’t go out half

need

baritone purred

my head

my refusal of

walked towards me.His long legs ate up the distance between

could do nothing but

and nothing was

and his body loomed over me, his shadow blocking out

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

the same air was a very alluring and

Charles ordered

all I could do

into his own hands and turned me

pushed it over my shoulder so

skin, and the heat made me

touch but he

the wall and dragged both

face was flush against the wall and Charles’ body heat directly

nervous.I struggled to get

"Do you feel good?"

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

as I cocked my

go of my hands and turned me to

was even more intimate as Charles’ hand encircled my

of his palm made my legs feel a

face flamed a deep red and I couldn’t help

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

hold on