Chapter 4 Uninvited Guest

• River’s POV
• Life was supposed to go on like nothing had happened. But it didn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. One week had passed since the incident, and all I could think about was the feeling of straddling him, wishing there had been no clothes between us.
• It was an embarrassing thought, especially since the man was a complete stranger. Not just any stranger, but one wrapped in danger and violence, the kind of man I should be avoiding. Yet, I couldn’t help myself.
• I sighed, getting up from my bed after indulging in those forbidden fantasies. I freshened up quickly, knowing I was running late for work. As I dressed, I whispered a silent prayer that Mr. Kent wouldn’t show up today, pestering me about rent.
• I hopped into my Uber, sending up yet another prayer that Miss Gold wouldn’t fire me for being late again. When I finally arrived at Swavey Foods, relief washed over me. Miss Gold wasn’t back yet.
• The restaurant was already buzzing with customers. I spotted Angel across the room, serving someone, and she gave me a quick nod before heading over to me.
• “You look hot, girl,” she teased, dramatically fanning herself. “I’d kill for your curves.”
• I rolled my eyes at her exaggeration. I was just wearing jeans and a crop top with an apron over it. Sure, my ass was hard to miss, but that was about it.
• We caught up while working, until Angel suddenly stopped, nudging me lightly. “Isn’t that the guy from the party we served at? The one who’s seriously hot?”
• Her gaze was locked on someone behind me. My breath stopped in my throat as I whirled around to see who she meant. And there he was the man responsible for my sleepless nights and disgraceful fantasies. He stood beside Miss Gold, who was practically flirting with him.
• “I wish I was Miss Gold right now,” Angel mused.
• Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. “Is he dating Miss Gold?”
• Ava, another worker, chimed in, equally star-struck. “You wish. They’re childhood friends. Their families are business partners, and he’s a partner here, too.”
• As if he could sense my gaze, his eyes met mine. I quickly looked away, my heart hammering as I tried to focus on my work.
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• The day dragged on, exhausting but strangely satisfying. After a long bath, I stepped out, trying to shake the lingering image of him. His icy blue eyes, that perfect mouth... I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away.
• “Am I in your thoughts?”
• His rough voice startled me, making me nearly drop my towel. I quickly caught it and turned to face him, my pulse racing.
• “What the hell? Why are you here?” I demanded, pulling the towel tightly around myself.
• I can't deny the fact that just by looking at him, I could feel myself getting hot down. Just how much effect does he have on me?
• He didn’t respond immediately. His eyes slowly wandered over me, pausing at my breasts. Finally, he held up a bag. “I came to return this.”
• It was my bedsheets. Confusion clouded my mind.
• “Did you think I was the kind of guy who steals bedsheets?” His voice was serious, no trace of humor.
• “Not far from it,” I shot back, crossing my arms, unintentionally pushing my breasts up. His gaze dropped again.
• He stood from my bed, taking a step toward me. In the little space of the room, two more steps and he would be right in front of me.
• “What am I, then?” he asked.
• “A rude bastard who doesn’t say thank you to someone who saved his life and who barges into a woman’s room like a creep,” I spat, surprising myself.
• He took another step closer, his eyes gleaming. “Does that turn you on?”
• I choked on my breath. “What are you on about?” I said throwing my hands into the air in confusion and denial.
• “From where I am standing, I can see your nipples begging for attention,” he said, voice hoarse. “Like you are turned on.”
• Who is this man who throws his words around, raw and unfiltered, who does he think he is,
• I swallowed, my mind scrambling for a comeback. “Looks like you’re still sick.”
• He took the final step, closing the distance between us. “Maybe I should check for myself.”
• Before I could react, his hand moved to my breast, pinching my nipple through the towel. I gasped, throwing my head back as a wave of pleasure hit me. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moan threatening to escape.
• His hand drifted lower, teasing the edge of my towel at my thigh. His eyes locked onto mine, as if waiting for me to stop him—but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
• His fingers grazed my thigh, stopping midway before moving back up to my breast, pinching my nipple again. I watched him through half-closed eyes, biting my lip, barely holding it together.
• Then, without warning, his other hand slid down to my core. His fingers brushed my wet lips. My body trembled as he swiped his finger across me, gathering my wetness.
• “So sensitive,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. He stepped back, releasing my breast and removing his hand from my towel.
• I watched in total shock, as he brought his finger to his lips and licked my wetness off his finger slowly and sensually while maintaining eye contact.The
• n, like a flash, he disappeared out the window.
• What the hell just happened.