Chapter 53 Sex Room (1)

• CHAPTER 1
• I wandered along the street, sobbing bitterly and not understanding why that bastard Leon had forsaken me. We'd been together for so many years, made plans and loved each other. We wanted to get married...and then bam! He admitted that he didn't love me and was tired of me. He had the nerve to tell me that he had found another woman and she made love to him better than I did. What the hell did I do wrong? I cooked, washed, and nursed him. I was always nice to him, and he sold me out for some rake! Well, of course, she had her daddy's rich oil rig, and I had only a mossy apartment in Dublin. Leon did not have a penny to his name, and so he needed a rich wife. What was there to be surprised about? The whole world is corrupted. But it did not become any easier for me. Why did I have to suffer in contrast to those who were so happy now? I hated everyone I met-those people who shone with happiness. I hated their smiling faces. I hated their joyful gaits when they embraced their soul-mates and clung tightly to each other. I hated seeing their hands held together as if it was some bright confirmation that they were going to be engaged. I wished to howl at the moon; I longed to disappear from this world and not see anyone else! I had two options-to get fully drunk and pass out till morning, or pop some sleeping pills and doze off. My heart was hurting so much that it felt as if it was being ripped up by some invisible knife. Now I was just a doll. Everything inside me was dead. Almost everything. Before I knew it, I was standing on the iron bridge, peering down at the water in Liffley. I was thinking about what I was going to do next. I climbed over the fence of the bridge, knowing that nobody cared about me.I planned to jump into the cold water, and everything would be over. My right leg stretched to step into the abyss, but someone's strong hand grabbed my hand. I needed to scream and call for help but I straightened myself. Why should I scream? I want to commit suicide; why bawl my head off? "You're too young to die," the stranger told me in a low voice. "Moreover, it is not an option. Think about it. What if you hit the water hard and injure your inner organs?" "Why are you so worried about it?" I hissed through clenched teeth. I desired to quickly get rid of this stranger and finish what I had started. "Nobody gives a fuck about me anyway!" "No, miss. That's not true," he chuckled, and his behavior made me absolutely angry. I tried to rein in my emotions, but with difficulty. "I believe that only those who have not yet experienced true pleasure commit suicide," he continued. "Oh really? Fascinating theory," I sarcastically expressed while staring into the dark waters of the river, unwilling to turn towards the persistent stranger. "Ah..." he drawled. "Are you interested to hear more?" I felt like he was almost laughing at me, and it pissed me off. "Go away!" I snapped while pondering whether to jump into the water or not. What is his problem? "You know... If you jump into the water, I will have to dive after you. The water will be freezing now. And a swim does not sound good to me." He couldn't restrain himself anymore and laughed brightly. I opened my eyes in surprise, not understanding his cheerful mood. I was getting ready for a desperate leap, one hand still on the iron beam of thebridge. He didn't even take it seriously. Okay. I'll show him. "Go to hell!" I snapped, infuriated, and let my leg slip. I would have fallen to my death if it wasn't for the stranger. He managed to grab my wrist firmly and kept me dangling. I could hear his labored breathing, and to be honest, I felt pity for this man. I was probably too heavy for him. Finally, I raised my head and stared at his perfectly beautiful face. The man was irresistible! His black curls fluttered in the wind, and his dark gray eyes examined me with anxiety. His lips were full and beautiful; I wondered what tricks they could do in bed. Gosh, you're a fool! I scolded myself. You are hanging on the edge of death and thinking about sex. I licked my lips which were dried up from the excitement, and the stranger immediately followed the movement of my tongue. He swallowed hard as if my gesture had somehow influenced his state; I saw that his muscles tensed even more. "Let me help you. Pull yourself up a little and grab the grating of the bridge." He instructed me. I pulled myself up slightly and almost fell again, but his strong hands grabbed me by my forearm. I tried my luck once again, and finally, he caught me by my waist and threw me over the fence of the bridge. He put me on my feet, but I continued to hold onto his torso as if I was afraid of losing the sense of security I felt. I might have left nail marks on his skin; I was a little ashamed of it. Taking in his appearance, I was a little surprised. He was in a white shirt, and dark trousers; a wool light sweater hung on his shoulders. Did he not feel cold? It was ten degrees above zero. I was no one to judge. I stood in a black translucent bodysuit and tight blue jeans. I didn't knowwhat made me dress like this. Was I going to commit suicide or was I going to a party? We stood together for a long time, holding each other. "Maybe we could go to my place and have some tea?" he offered, hugging me tightly around my waist. "Only tea?" I eyed him suspiciously as he nodded, smiling slightly at me. "Only tea. Although... I can warm you up in my own way," the stranger chuckled, and I could not take my eyes off his body. The most skillful master shaped it in the universe-no single gram of fat, no sagging muscles. He was perfect! Only, I wasn't going to tell him that. "Okay, but no touching. Got it?" I warned him with a scowl, crossing my arms over my chest. Who was I trying to fool? "As you wish." He flashed a broad, toothy grin. I was ready to swear that for the sake of that smile, I would give him whatever he was after! Without hesitation, he led me off the bridge and in the direction of downtown Dublin. As I started walking, all sorts of bad thoughts ran through my head. He could be a psychopath for all I knew. I might really get my wish earlier and end up dead by morning. Soon, we came to a strange building. It looked like a brothel, and I immediately winced. What is this? Did he lie to me? Does he intend to make me a prostitute? Is he searching for girls for this? I believed him like a dumb girl! Anger boiled inside me, and I turned away immediately, walking in the opposite direction from him. However, he quickly caught up with me, blocking my way. "What happened? You scared?" "And what do you think?" I snapped. "If you were in my shoes, how would you react after seeing such a building?""You're right. I should have told you everything," he agreed, slightly nodding his chin while I stood there, expecting a reasonable explanation. But he revealed nothing more. "Are you prospecting for a whore? Then you got the wrong person. Bye." I turned away from him, trying to run quickly to my apartment. I wished to forget that this stupid meeting ever took place. "Wait! You misunderstood!" He abruptly grabbed my arm and pulled me to himself. In a second, I faced his powerful torso, and my soft breasts were crushed against his hard chest. My breathing dramatically quickened when I felt his inflated muscles and the rapid beating of his heart. I licked my lips twice and heard a low roar from him. "Are you provoking me on purpose?" he snorted, touching my lower lip with his thumb and gently pulling it down. The gesture seemed to be so intimate to me that I could not help but respond. It was more soothing than anything I received from that asshole Leon. This stranger was beginning to drive me crazy. "I cannot hold it any longer," he growled and his lips collided with mine in an instant. It was a passion. It was so hot that it seemed like I was kissed by fire and not a man. He prudently penetrated his tongue into my mouth. I gave up quickly, not opposing him in any way. He embraced my neck with his right hand, deepening our kiss more and caressing my mouth with his playful tongue. I moaned into his mouth, and he roared even louder, placing his left hand on my ass and starting to massage it.