Chapter 3 First Kiss

• MATURED CONTENT INVOLVED! WARNING!!
• "Do you want to have a drink with me?" I questioned.
• Josh had made me have the worst birthday party of my entire life.
• He made me feel like trash in front of my workers. Like seriously! our whole years of relationship felt more like a piss joke.
• I had gotten so mad at him that I ended up fighting with him.
• I have been waiting my whole life for this and unfortunately what I was expecting came in the wrong way.
• "I don't love you, Cornelia. I never did." Those were words that Josh had proclaimed while my co-worker was trying to separate the two of us from killing each other.
• "Why?" I cried, placing my hands on my chest.
• "Why?" He repeated. "Have you ever reason why I have never requested sex from you?" He asked.
• "No!" I mumble.
• I had never actually thought about having sex with him, not until this very moment.
• He scuffed. "Yeah. That's right. Besides how can I possibly have sex with a fat bitch like you? You have a big stomach, you're useless, disgusting, confident in yourse..."
• I struggle to get free from my work before kicking Josh's balls before he could even complete his statement.
• "You are an asshole." I declare, before summoning up the courage to walk out of the restaurant.
• The handsome young man that's currently sitting beside me made a statement that brought me back to reality. "I don't want to! I can afford it for myself."
• I'm currently inside a club, and I refuse to head back home.
• I need some music to cool myself down, and the club comes highly recommended.
• The young handsome man who's currently sitting down beside me is fair in complexion, and he wore a white ironed long sleeve and a pair of black suit trousers.
• "Ohh!" I mumble while nodding my head. "Do you want to have sex with me?" I asked.
• The stranger was taken by surprise as he gazed at me with a look of confusion. "Excuse me." He utter while sounding irritated.
• "Come on! Having sex isn't a big de..."
• "Sorry! But I am married." He declares while cutting me off from completing my statement.
• "I'm sorry!" I quickly apologize, while slightly bowing down my head.
• The man rolls his eyes, as he rises from his chair.
• I exhale in frustration. "Please give me another bottle of whiskey," I said to the bartender.
• This is currently my third glass of whiskey, and yet it still feels as if I haven't been drinking.
• I feel disgusted for asking a stranger for sex. Josh! Look what you make me do.
• "Can I join you?" A young handsome man asked, with his deep hypnotizing voice.
• "It would be my pleasure," I mumble.
• The young man grabbed a seat and sat down beside me. "What a nice dress." He complimented me, which made me blush.
• "My ex-boyfriend didn't notice my pretty dress," I mumble sadly
• "Well! That's his loss. Besides, you look so beautiful." He added.
• Woah! This guy is a sweet talker. I gaze at him, and to my greatest surprise, he was damn handsome.
• More handsome than the guy who I had just met earlier.
• He's fair in complexion, and he has a well-built body.
• He's currently in complete white suit wear, which gives the aura of a businessman.
• His hair is brown and neatly combed to the side.
• Beneath his long inner long sleeve, I could see his well-built chest.
• His accent is fluent and sexy.
• "Are you married?" I asked, just to make sure that I'm not flirting with a married man.
• "Huh? No, of course." He utter. "And why would you possibly think about that?" He asked.
• "The first dude who had just walked away was pissed because I said some improper shit to him, and he proclaimed that he's married." I declare.
• "Did you perhaps offer him free sex?" He asked.
• Since I still don't know his name, I'll call him Mister handsome for now.
• "Hmm... kinda," I mumble. "I didn't offer him 'Free sex' Because I'm going to pay for his service." I hate myself for being this shameless, but I'm guessing this is all as a result of the whiskey.
• We both stare at each other in total silence. "I'm Cornelia by the way," I utter, breaking off the total silence.
• "I'm...."
• "Nah! You don't have to tell me your name okay. It's of no use, and I won't mind calling you Mister handsome." I said, cutting him off from completing his statement.
• "Mister handsome huh?" He mumbles while nodding his head. "Does this perhaps mean that I am more handsome than your boyfriend?" He questions.
• "You... Yes, you are way more handsome than him, and just for the record, he's my ex-boyfriend so I'm going to get over him today."
• Mister handsome scuffed, before dropping his glass of whiskey on the table.
• He turns around and gazes at me. "Do you mind if I give you a kiss?" Mister handsome asked out of the blue.
• I was taken aback, but before I was even able to answer his question, my mouth became sealed with a kiss.
• This is my very first kiss, and it was wonderful.
• He bent back my head across his arm and kissed me, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made me cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world.
• I can't believe that a kiss would feel like opening up your soul, tasting feeling, and seeing every color of the rainbow in its sensual way, almost like catching a smile in a bottle, its softness, its sweetness.
• I felt as if nothing in the world exists but me and Mister handsome.
• This feels like I'm levitating off the ground floating in the air.
• What I'm feeling cannot be put into words, and neither has there been any part of speech or figure of speech invented to describe it.
• It's like an aphrodisiac, mixed with Pandora's box effect, fireworks glowing inside me from the touch of his lips on me.
• His insistent mouth was parting my shaking lips, sending wild tremors along my nerves, evoking sensations that I had never known I was capable of feeling.
• Butterflies seem to be threatening their way out of my stomach, and I believe they are about to pop out.
• His lips tasted like honey, and before a swimming giddiness spin me round and round, I knew that I was kissing him back.
• "Hey!" Someone uttered from behind, which made me pull away, as I gazed at the person behind me.
• "Sorry for disturbing you two, but I would love to talk to the bartender in private." The average-looking man who's behind me declares.
• Me and Mister handsome rise up from our seats, and Mister handsome wraps his hands around me, as he supports me to walk because my knees feel weak.
• "Do you want to have romantic sex with me?" He suddenly asked.
• I don't know what has gotten over me, but I found myself nodding my head.