Chapter 8: An angel

He stood in his all glory, he looked like an angel walking on earth, that blue suit hugged his body tightly, he had a few button unbuttoned. I could see his tattoos.

I found myself staring at this man, he strolled toward me, he was hovering over me because of the height difference, his cologne filled my nostrils.

Fuck, ever got wet by a cologne.

"Angel." He says snapping me out of my thoughts. "You were staring."

"I wasn't, I was just thinking."

He smiled.

Fuck, he smiled. That smile could do things to me, he licked his button lip before he spoke.

"Anything you say angel. What you did over there, it was beautiful." He has a thick Italian accent.

I could hear that voice everyday and I won't get tired.

Fuck, I need to find my voice. It was like I couldn't speak in his presence. I was embarrassing myself and I knew it, I need to stop staring.

"Fuck." I muttered finally looking down.

"Don't look down when I'm speaking to you angel."

Who is this man?

"What!." I finally said.

"What you did there."

"He brought it upon himself."

"I think you killed him, he is not moving." He says.

I need to get away from this man before I lose myself.

I get a grip of my horny self and walked toward the unconscious man. He bent over to check his pulse.

"He is perfectly fine."

"A perfect neck snap, I could say you are a professional."

"I wouldn't be discussing my work in a club." I say, two can play the flirt game but I know I'm going to lose first.

He smiled again.

He needs to stop doing that before I jump on him, I have never had anyone have this kind of effect on me.

"How about you tell me all about it?." He says and I smile.

What was I doing following a stranger back to his private vip room when I know my father is looking for me, I didn't even care about the danger I was putting myself into, nothing mattered but him at the moment.

We got to his vip room, it was large had the same light as the one in the club.

"What will you like to drink?."

"Water." I reply and he hummed.

A woman walks in with a glass of water and wine for him.

"I never got your name."

"I never told you."

"Smart." I heard him mutter which caused a smile on my face.

"Aurora." I smile.

"Lorenzo." He say.

I was right, he is Italian, I have watched a lot of movies about their men and fuck I have a lot of dirty thoughts running through my head.

Lorenzo was sweet, he wanted to have a conversation, I told him exactly the same thing I told everyone about me and my family.

"I own some chains of restaurants and business around the country."

"Don't tell me this is yours."

"It's not, it belongs to one of my friends." He says and I smile.

We were talking when I got a text from Claire, she is going home with the guy she met. I told her I'm with Lorenzo and I will be back and she texted.

"Don't come back, have some motherfucking confidence bitch." I laughed when I read the message.

You can do this Aurora.

"Sorry what were you saying?." I ask and he smiles.

"I was telling you I think I have seen you somewhere."

"I work as a waitress maybe there."

"Maybe." He muttered and I smiled.

I was sitting close to him. His hand reach my thighs, I felt a different kind of warmth that rushed through my body, fuck.

"Aurora, you intrigue me." He whispers into my ear.

I tilted my head up so my lips would be closer to his, I can do this. I know I want to do this.

Everything felt right at the moment I know I will regret it if I let this pass, then I would have just have to use my imagination on how it would have being like.

It's weird I just met him but I felt like I had known him for a while, when his lips met mine I lost it, I felt different.

His lips were soft, it didn't feel the same like when I made out with Sebastian or the other guys I went on a date with, his hand were rested on my hair playing with them.

He pulled away and looked at me before he places his lips back on to mine. His other hand wrapped around my waist bringing me closer to him. I didn't even know if I was doing it right but everything felt good.

His hand went down capturing my clothed breast, I never met a guy touch me there but I let him. His hands playing with my clothed boobs. He used the other hand to hold my face.

My hand was rested on his hair, I was a bit nervous, my other hand was on his lap, I was trying to go up. He sensed my struggle and helped my hand up there, he rested my hand on his clothed cock.

Fuck.

He was a generous amount, I squeezed his cock a bit when I felt him groan into my ear, it was the sexist thing I have ever heard, I didn't even know something as small as that could turn me more on.

"Do you want to take this upstairs." He asks and I nod.

"Words angel."

"Yes."

He took out money and kept it on the table before taking my hand, should I tell him I'm a virgin or I should let him find out. I didn't want him to be weird out by that so many guys are.