The Stranger In My Bed

Clara's POV

Completely drenched, I wandered through the street aimlessly, no destination in mind.

The rain poured down heavily on the sheets, soaking my hair, my clothes, and my shoe. As if it understood how I felt. A reflection of my mind.

But I didn’t care. I was blinded by the betrayal and my own tears.

All I wanted was to escape this nightmare.

The image refused to leave my head. Ethan on top of his aunt. His aunt, crying for him.

The betrayal cut deep into my chest like a knife twisting over and over again.

The man I loved, the one I trusted more than anything, was with his aunt. A right that should have been mine alone.

I walked faster, my body trembling, my hands shaking as my breath came in shallow gasps.

Even the rain couldn’t seem to wash away the scene in my head.

At last, I stopped in front of a building alive with loud music and flashing lights.

A nightclub.

Eden. One of Ethan’s biggest businesses. The only one I never set foot in.

The laughter and bass that drifted out through the door seemed to mock my pain.

But maybe that was what I needed, to drown out the noise in my head.

And so, I made my way in.

I just needed something. Anything to distract myself from this nightmare.

Before I left home, I had taken Ryan to stay with my friend, Lilly.

I couldn’t allow my little boy to see me shaking, sobbing.

Without hesitation, I stumbled into the club. The bouncer gave me a long, doubtful look, probably wondering what a soaked woman with swollen eyes was doing walking into his place.

I met his gaze sharply, the kind of look that said don’t mess with me. He backed off and opened the door wider.

The air inside was warm, thick with perfume and sweat. I could barely hear my thoughts over the pounding beat. I

I made my way to the bar, my heels clicking against the marble floor, each step echoing my pain.

I sat down, resting my shaky hands on the counter and ordered for a shot.

The bartender looked at me strangely, doubt showing on his face. “Are you sure, ma’am? You look…”

“I said give me a drink,” I snapped, my voice cracking.

He sighed and poured the drink inside a glass, and pushed it toward me. I grabbed it immediately and drank, the liquid burning down my throat.

It was harsh and bitter, but it was exactly what I wanted.

If only they knew. How wrecked and shattered I was, they would have understood I wasn’t in the mood for water or any soft drink.

I ordered one drink after another. One drink turned into two, then three, and after a while, I lost count.

The room began to spin, the lights blending into one another. The faces around me blurred, the laughter distant and hollow. My vision blurry. And even then I didn't stop.

“Ma'am please. You can't take anymore” I heard the bartender whisper as he took the glass from my hands.

He wasn't wrong though. So I conceded.

I dug my hand into my bag, pulled out some money, and dropped it on the counter. And turned to leave.

As I turned to leave, a voice stopped me.

“Hey, you must be drunk. Let me help you.”

I smiled weakly, the corners of my lips trembling. “Maybe I am,” I whispered, taking another unsteady step.

Before I could fall, strong arms caught me.

“Whoa, easy there,” the voice said again, gentle, deep. “What’s wrong with you?”

His voice was soothing. The kind of voice that made you squirm.

I looked up.

He was a tall man, maybe in his late thirties, his eyes dark but kind. For a second, I thought I saw pity in them, and that made me feel even smaller.

“Could you please take me home?” I said, my voice shaking.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. No problem.”

He took me out of the club and into his car.

The leather seat felt soft against my soaked clothes. As he started the engine, he glanced at me and asked quietly, “What’s your address?”

I thought of telling him where I was going. My home.

But I didn’t want to go back there.

Not tonight. Not to the same bed that reminded me of Ethan, his aunt, and all the lies that shattered me.

I let my head fall against the seat, pretending the alcohol had made me forget.

“I… I don’t remember,” I whispered.

He exhaled softly, glancing at me again. “All right. I’ll take you to my house then. In the morning, you’ll feel better. You can find your way home after that. Is that okay with you?”

I didn’t answer. I just closed my eyes, letting the soft hum of the car and the rain against the window blur the pain in my chest.

By the time we got to his house, I was completely tired and wasted.

My head felt like it was splitting, my body felt heavy.

I could no longer control it, even though it wasn’t my body that was truly broken, it was my spirit.

But I needed something to distract me, something to stop my mind from replaying what I had seen.

Something that could serve as an escape. Something within my control.

When he led me inside, the place was warm and quiet.

“You should rest,” he said gently.

But before he could finish, I stepped closer to him and began unbuttoning my shirt.

He froze. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer. I just let my shirt slide off my shoulders and drop to the floor. His gaze swept over me, a mix of shock and confusion.

I threw my arms around his neck, pressing my chest against him. Slightly rubbing myself on him as I felt his dick which was wedged between us get harder.

“Are you sure about this, miss?” he asked in his husky voice. I felt my stomach flip when his hot breath fanned my neck.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Nobody is going to find out. As long as you won’t tell anybody about what we did, I’ll pretend like nothing happened.”

I was certain he saw the plea in my eyes…the desperation of a woman trying to erase her pain, even for a moment.

“Please. Fuck me. Make me forget. Anything. Please”, I said moving closer to him as I grabbed the collar of his shirt.

His hesitation melted as his lips captured mine.

The kiss was hot, passionate, and lustful. His hands traveled slowly down my thighs, his touch rough but deliberate.

He lowered his head, his lips finding my skin, tracing it slowly until he reached my breasts sucking and squeezing it.

The passion was enough to drown me. I felt everything and nothing at the same time.

Was this the right thing to do? Am I really going to do this?

When his mouth closed around me, a soft moan escaped my lips.

Every other doubt quickly evaporated from my mind as I kissed him back with the same intensity.

He sucked gently at first, then harder, his tongue claiming mine like he was born to do this.

He positioned me gently on the bed. My ass raised, my head on the pillow, my back arched. I felt his intense gaze on my ass which made me more wet.

Without a word, his palm stroked my ass as my necter dripped. I couldn't help but let out a low moan.

He stood up and came to my front. Positioning his rock hard dick next to my mouth.

“Suck” he muttered as I opened my mouth and took him in as he let out a growl.

The feeling of being dominated under his masculinity. The feeling of finally getting to taste his dick.

I closed my eyes, as I kept bobbing my head, trying to take everything inside me.

The world around me seemed to have disappeared.

Unable to keep up with my pace, he held onto my head and thrust into me, hard, deep, steady.

I gasped, my fingers gripping the sheets.

“Such a sweet mouth you have.

Fuck”

The room filled with the sound of my muffled moans and his groans.

It didn't take long before he lay me down on the bed. And in one swift move, he buried his dick inside me.

I let out a small shriek as his entire cock made me full.

“You're okay right? If it gets too much, just tap on my shoulders. Is that okay?”

I nodded, eager for him to move.

“Words baby. I need words baby.”

He muffled in my ears as he sucked on my neck which made arch into him, his dick pushing into me.

“Fuck baby” he growled as he began his onslaught in my pussy.

“Ughhh… That's it. Just like that” I moaned out as his dick drilled me.

He switched our position , bringing one leg and hanging it on his shoulder inorder to have more access.

It didn't take long before the entire room reeked of sex and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

Each movement made me forget a little more. Forget Ethan. Forget his aunt. Forget his mother.

After some minutes, I came undone beneath him, my body trembling as I let out a long, broken cry. He followed soon after, breathing heavily, his body collapsing beside mine.

Thoroughly spent, I burrowed myself into his embrace and closed my eyes. Not ready to think of the aftermath of my actions.

*** ***

The next day, I finally opened my eyes.

My mind was wozzy as I recollected all memories from yesterday.

I turned to him as I saw his face in the dim light, strong, serious, almost scary. But I didn’t care. I loved that he had helped me forget, even for a night.

He leaned over and kissed my nipples softly, gently, as though trying to comfort the ache he couldn’t see.

I would have

The next morning, I woke up before him. My head was pounding, but my mind was clear. I slipped out of bed quietly, picked up my shirt, and dressed slowly.

I glanced at him once more, his face peaceful, unaware of the storm still raging inside me. Without a word, I tiptoed out of the house.

I wasn’t ready to talk. I didn’t want to explain.

That wasn’t what I wanted.