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.

corner stayed silent and continued smoking, but

darkness of the room and the sudden

I squinted until my eyes had once again adjusted to

I turned to the figure on the sofa and I was left speechless

was some playboy but I was

none other than Charles.I continued staring at him

the clouds of smoke he puffed up, Charles stared

impossible to put to words the myriad of

from Charles’ cigarette filled

broke the

"Are you not cold?"

to attention and that was when I realized that I was standing

hastily grabbed at the rest of my dress, trying to cover

scanned the room and couldn’t find even

I had no choice but to turn

around." He said nothing for a while and simply stared at

tense silence, he

moon reflected starkly on his

stood still, his back

a while, I did nothing but stare at him, lost in my

of it and returned my attention to what I should be

changed from my wet dress to

bout of embarrassing episodes were not over

and was meant to

a way that the person wearing the dress would need someone else to lace them

predicament I discovered only after I had put on

couldn’t go out half naked,

need any

baritone purred from

my

thanks." Charles ignored my refusal of his

legs ate up the distance between

do nothing but stare up at

well lit and nothing

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

were so close that our breaths intertwined and each time

the same air was a

around," Charles

all I could do was blink

his own hands

hair and pushed it over my shoulder so he could have a clear view of my

over my skin, and

but he

the wall and dragged both

face was flush against the wall and

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

"Do you feel good?"

was hoarse and deep, and I could tell just

marred my face as I

of my hands and turned me to face

was even more intimate as Charles’ hand encircled

his palm made my legs feel a little

and I couldn’t help but

anything else, so I could only

hold on me to