Chapter 1: Introduction
I had just plopped down on the couch, still in my work clothes, my trusty laptop open on the coffee table in front of me. The wooden floor creaked as I kicked off my shoes and wiggled my toes. Tonight called for a proper session of leveling up in my video game, with maybe a little side questing. I was about to dig into a bag of potato chips when the doorbell rang.
My heart skipped a beat. I checked the time on my phone—almost eleven. Probably just a neighbor, I thought, or someone collecting for charity. I looked through the peephole and nearly dropped my phone in shock. It was Hillary—my friend's girlfriend.
I swung open the door, and she stood there, looking breathtaking. Her shoulder length brown hair went down to her shoulders, framing her beautiful green eyes. She had on a skimpy top that hugged her figure and revealed a hint of her lacy black bra.
I couldn't help but stare at her creamy skin, the curves of her waist, and the way her hips swayed as she took a step closer. I gulped, took a step back, and stammered, "H-Hillary, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you," she said, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "Can I come in?"
I hesitated but then nodded, stepping aside to let her in. She walked past me, the scent of her perfume filling the room.
It was a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla, and I could feel my heart racing. I closed the door and watched her as she looked around, taking in my cluttered apartment. She glanced at the stacks of books on the coffee table, the dirty dishes in the sink, and the half-finished cup of coffee on the counter.
"Sorry for the mess," I said, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. "I wasn't expecting company."
Hillary turned around, her eyes meeting mine.
"I don't care," she said, stepping closer, her eyes alight with passion. "I wanted to see you."
I swallowed hard, feeling a jolt of electricity run through my body. I knew I should tell her to leave, to go back to my friend, but something inside me was screaming to let her stay.
"Hillary,” I whispered, “I don’t know what you’re doing here. I thought you were happy with..."
She cut me off, her voice soft but firm. "I am happy with him, most of the time.
But sometimes, I feel like I need something more. And that something is you." She said it with such an intensity, it took all I had not to cave in to her.
I opened my mouth to object, but she placed her finger on my lips. "Don't say anything, just listen."
She stepped closer, so close that I could feel the heat emanating from her body, and she started tracing circles on my chest with her fingers. "You're a good man, you know.
Kind, loyal, and smart," Hillary whispered, her voice barely audible. "And when you look at me with those warm brown eyes, I can't help but feel like I've found something I've been searching for my entire life."
Her fingers trailed down my chest, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, unable to keep myself from leaning into her. I didn't take my eyes off of hers as her hand moved lower, grazing the top of my jeans.
She bit her lower lip, eyes burning with desire. I couldn't deny the physical pull I was feeling towards her, and my body was begging for more.
"Hillary," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You know that your being here is wrong."
Hillary pressed her body closer to mine, running her fingers through my hair. "I know," she whispered back. "But sometimes, wrong feels so right."
With that, she closed the distance between us, and her lips met mine in a fiery kiss.