One Night stand with my 9
Chapter Nine:
Ella’s POV
“Hi Ella. I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be out with some friends tonight–drinks, dinner, the usual,” Dorian continued, his tone casual. “Keith will be there too, so don’t wait for me.”
I couldn’t believe it. I glanced at Keith, who arched an eyebrow, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. He reached over and ruffled my hair affectionately before turning away, heading toward the bathroom.
Feigning surprise, I asked, “Oh, you and Keith made up already?”
Dorian chuckled lightly. “Yeah, of course. We’ve been friends for years, Ella. One little incident isn’t going to ruin that.”
My stomach churned with disgust. The audacity of this man lying to me so easily. He continued, completely unaware of my growing fury.
“Keith’s always been like this,” Dorian went on, his tone light as if he were talking about a minor inconvenience. “He gets drunk, causes a scene, but you know I can’t stay mad at him. He’s my guy.”
I could barely keep myself from snapping. Here he was, deceiving me, while he shamelessly criticized his so–called best friend. I despised him
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at that moment more than I ever had before.
Swallowing back the bitterness rising in my throat, I forced a smile into my voice of course, you’re right. I’m glad you two patched things up.”
“Me too, babe,”
Love you.”
plied, his voice warm. “I’ll see you later, okay?
“Love you too,” I lied smoothly, pressing a quick kiss against the phone before hanging up.
The moment the call ended, I felt the weight of my situation pressing down on me. I was here, in Keith’s hotel room, caught between two men who were both playing their own games with me. But tonight wasn’t about them–I was going to claim myself back.
Keith emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him. He had a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his toned upper body basked with droplets of water. I quickly averted my gaze, trying to focus on anything but the way his muscles moved as he crossed the
room.
“You’re full of surprises, you know that?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I addressed him.
Keith grinned, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “What do you mean?”
You and Dorian, making up so quickly after what happened?” I pressed, not letting him off the hook.
Keith’s expression turned thoughtful as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Dorian and I… we have a complicated relationship,” he said, his tone deliberately vague. “He needs me, Ella. He always has.”
The ambiguity of his words only confused me more. “What’s that supposed to mean:
Instead of answering directly, Keith reached out and began stroking my hair, his touch gentle but intimate. “Don’t worry about it too much,” he murmured, his voice low. “I’m not interested in men.”
I stared at him, trying to read between the lines of what he was saying. But before I could ask any more questions, Keith climbed into bed beside me, his presence filling the small space between us. I closed my eyes, anticipating the feel of his lips against mine, the heat of his body pressing closer. But instead, he simply reached over me to grab a towel from the nightstand, using it to dry his hair.
I couldn’t help but feel a little foolish. He must have noticed because he let out a soft laugh, his breath warm against my cheek. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Any retort I might have had died on my lips as a burst of laughter erupted from the room next door. The sound was full of desire, unmistakably intimate, and it made my blood run cold. The walls of this hotel were thin–too thin.
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Keith, sensing my distress, brought me back to the present. “Ella,” he said softly, “I have a way to make the noise less… distracting.”
Before I could respond, another sound from the next room reached my ears the unmistakable creak of a bed, the low murmur of Dorian’s voice, followed by Jessica’s moans.
I was g
to act, but Keith moved quickly, wrapping his arms around me before I could use my impulse. “Easy,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “Don’t let them get to you.”
I struggled against him, but his grip was firm, keeping me anchored to the spot. “They’re right there, Keith! How can you be so calm about this?”
“Because it’s not worth it,” he replied, his voice steady. “You deserve better than this. Besides, if you haven’t had your fill tonight, I can make sure you do.”
His words caught me off guard, and I blinked up at him, confused. The next thing I knew, he was teasing me again, his tone light and playful. “You know, the room was filled with the smell of strawberry cream when I woke up that morning.”
For a moment, the ridiculousness of his statement made me pause. The memory of our first awkward encounter flashed through my mind, bringing with it a pang of embarrassment. I shook my head, trying to dispel the unwelcome warmth creeping into my cheeks.
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I didn’t smile, though. My emotions were too tangled, too raw. “Maybe you were visited by a strawberry cream demon,” I muttered, my voice flat.
The playful atmosphere dissolved as quickly as it had come, and Keith‘ s expression shifted, becoming more serious. Before I could fully grasp what was happening, he pushed me back onto the bed, his movements swift and deliberate.
“Keith,” I began, but he cut me off with a strong look in his eyes.
“I think it’s time we stopped pretending,” he said, his voice low and intense. “Let’s finish what we started. Let me taste you again.”
