Chapter II. "First Encounter, First Clash." - 2

"Finish checking it already so you can let me go," I said, thinking that if he came near me again, I would bite him.

I had to free myself somehow. I didn't like the attraction I felt, nor the sensations my body experienced. I certainly didn't like them because they were for a stranger, a womanizer.

Once I had this thought, I decided not to look him in the face anymore. I directed my gaze to his tie—the culprit of everything that was happening—and thought of a thousand ways to destroy it.

I was glad it was my work phone that I had brought with me while he was checking his phone. I didn't want this man to see the personal photos I shared with my friends, especially the ones of my godchildren. Those children were very important to me. Knowing what I knew about their father, I planned to take this secret to my grave. My friendship with Yvaine was important to me.

"You're even prettier in person, but honestly, these professional photos really flatter you. Do you have any in a bikini?" His words made me finish getting angry. I was fed up with this man playing cat and mouse with me.

I looked up and stared into his eyes, showing all my anger through my gaze.

"Who do you think you are, jerk? You've seen that I haven't taken any photos. I'll give you two seconds to let me go. Otherwise, you're going to see a side of me you haven't seen before," I said, fed up with the situation.

He looked at me, leaned in close, and said,

"Did you like it?"

"What are you talking about, you idiot?" I said angrily, wanting to bite him. He remained impassive while I burned with rage.

"Did you like seeing me kiss her?"

This idiot has no appreciation for life. He's either very brave or very stupid," I thought as I looked at him seriously, still trying to free myself from his arms holding my head down.

"What do you think? Honestly, I've seen them kiss better," I said, trying to deflate his ego.

"So you've seen them. You didn't say they kissed me better; you said you've seen them kiss. Sweetheart, have you never been kissed?" I looked at him, embarrassed for having fallen into his trap. It was true that no one had ever kissed me before, but that wasn't because I hadn't had opportunities; it was because I hadn't wanted to.

I was angry and embarrassed that a stranger had discovered this. I looked at him angrily.

"What does that matter to you? Let me go! You've already found out that I don't have the photos. If you don't let me go, I'm going to report you for sexual harassment, you pervert." At this point, I didn't care anymore. I had embarrassed myself enough already.

"Well, if you're going to report me for harassment over something so innocent, let's do something that's really worth reporting: your first kiss." Before he could finish, I felt his lips on mine. At first, I tried to resist. I felt her warm lips and tongue caressing mine. My body tried to move, but she had me pinned against the wall. Rage and something I couldn't identify ran through my body.

Suddenly, my body stopped resisting. Her lips became softer and more tempting. Without meaning to, I opened my mouth to her demands, and I lost all sense of myself when she entered my mouth. I was overwhelmed by sensations and didn't realize she had let go of my arms. She was now holding me by the waist while I wrapped my arms around her neck. The kiss became more demanding; her taste invaded my mouth, leaving me spellbound.

"What are you doing, Kimberly Peterson? Let go of this man right now and run away," a voice exploded in my head, making me react in the only way I could.

I slammed my free hand into his cheek. When he went to grab it, I pushed him and ran down the stairs. I only stopped when I found myself locked inside my room, leaning against the door.

My heart was beating like a racehorse, and I knew it wasn't just from running down two flights of stairs. I was certain that even though I would never see that idiot again, I had received the most exciting, perverted, and devastating first kiss an inexperienced girl like me could ever have.

The next morning, I left the hotel and found that my perverted stalker had left my work phone at the front desk. Deep down, I thought he might be a good person if he could just keep his hands off women. What a womanizer!

Anyway, I had arranged for Yvaine to pick me up. First, she was going to drop me off at her house. She had let me live in her parents' old home. After going shopping, I was going to meet up with the children and her husband at their new mansion. They had prepared dinner for me and made me the guest of honor.

But during all that time, while I was moving, I told myself that I was going to forget that night and my first kiss. The truth is, though, that it was practically impossible. At least I would have stories to tell my friend, though nothing compared to what she experienced on her first night with Mr. Miller.

Those were the last words I said to my friend when I told her what had happened to me at her husband's hotel. I described the whole situation, how he gave me my phone back, and how Yvaine searched it for clues. I also told her how attractive the pervert who attacked me was. Had I known my words would get me into trouble when I called him a pervert, I would have kept quiet.

Jason.

I was in my office at the Miller Holding building, rewatching the video of the staircase at the Miller hotel for the fifth time. I had held the most exciting woman I had met in years in my arms there. My cheek still hurt from the slap she had given me, but, honestly, it was worth it. It had been a long time since a woman had excited me just by being near me. That witch had made me desire her the moment her body touched mine. I still remembered how she had run away from me after we shared the most sinful kiss I could remember. Her taste had driven me crazy.

After slapping me and breaking free from my embrace, I watched her run down the stairs. Then I realized I still had her phone in my hand, unlocked. I picked up her phone and called my own. That's how I got her number. Then, I called the hotel security center.