In trouble?

Eve's POV

A low hum slipped from my throat as I became aware of my surroundings. I was laying down in a room I wasn't sure what it looked like, especially with my eyes closed. But one thing was for sure. The bed felt absolutely heavenly. It was soft. The sheets were warm against my skin, smooth like satin.

I sighed and snuggled deeper into the pillow not wanting to open my eyes.

Not yet.

Not with the memories assailing me.

Golden.

A smile tugged at my lips at the memory of him. I had seen him the night before. I had freaking seen him. My body tingled, coming to live. Seeing, knowing him, feeling his touch on my skin. Lord that felt good. He felt so fucking good.

I opened my eyes at the thought, my smile widening as I relieved everything that happened over and over in my head.

"Look at me," I could recall him saying. He said that a lot. And I found it incredibly hot that what he wanted was my attention on him. All through.

And fuck, the commands he gave? I had been used to being commanded and bossed around like a fool in my marriage. But with him? With him I knew it was safe and never out of malice.

The look on his face when he gave me orders, when he told me what he expected me to do, the look on his face when he made me come, looked for ways to send me off to highest fucking stars, when he touched me!

It was all pure freaking gold.

Pure gold.

The morning sun streamed into the room through the light curtain. It was bright outside. And though I couldn't hear what went on outside, I could imagine the streets of France being littered with people getting about their businesses.

The only thing I wanted to be getting about was Golden's cock. I wanted that skillful, throbbing shaft buried deep inside me again. I wanted him to give me more orders, to play with my pussy like he had, toy with it like he owned it.

My pussy quivered excitedly at the thought and I moaned, closing my eyes briefly when a slight pain drifted up my thigh. I was sore!

"Wow," I whispered, turning to lay on my back with a grin. "I am sore. I haven't been sore after sex in a long while!"

...Cum! Now!...

His orders resounded in my head, making my pussy burn hotter. I glanced at the space on the bed beside me and a frown creased my forehead.

Where was Adam?

I reached a hand over the place he had slept beside me and felt it was warm. That meant he hadn't been up for long. And I could still see some of his clothes hanging around. He hadn't left yet. And boy that made me breathe a sigh of relief.

I had been worried that I had been abandoned. Now that I was awake, I wanted to feel him again. I wanted to feel alive once more. Last night felt exhilarating. It felt like I was being reborn. I came alive. I felt so fucking better than I had ever did in years. Years!

With Tom, sex was always a chore. He made it his aim to look for my shortcomings all the fucking time. A frigid bitch. That was what he called me. Frigid and too damned selfish. Fucking hilarious for a man who didn't care of I had come as long as he had.

Golden had made sure to always put me first. I couldn't count how many times he had made me orgasm through the night. Couldn't count how many times I had screamed my climax like a banshee, pouring all that juice all over his fingers.

And fuck, it made me even wetter when he lapped up all those juices while holding my eyes. I couldn't get over that talented mouth licking his fingers or sliding all over my pussy. Gosh his tongue was fucking talented. So damned talented. Scratch that, everything about Golden screamed pure talent.

Even his magnificent cock.

My mouth watered and I sat up, raising my hands in a stretch. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to see his face contort when I slipped my mouth over him. To feel him fuck my mouth like he would fuck my pussy.

And then fuck my pussy after wards.

Thrilled, my body hummed with need. I let out a purr as I stretched, feeling my nerve endings tingle and my nipples harden . Perhaps if he came back, we could get a little more naughty between the sheets. I wanted more of him.

I wanted all of him.

The equipment on the wall, the sex toys and whips didn't look so menacing in the light. My body tightened just by looking at them, my pussy throbbing, begging for more.

My eyes flitted back to the window, sunlight dancing on my face. This was a fucking lovely way to wake. I couldn't remember the last time I had woken up so... Satisfied and happy.

Wait a damned minute.

My smile dropped, as a thought slipped into my head. Sunlight? What the hell?! It was fucking day break already?!

My stomach dropped in realization. I had committed a dumb ass blunder. The dumbest of all fucking dumb blunder. I was supposed to be back home before Tom arrived!

"Shit," I whispered, slipping out of the bed.

Where the hell was my phone? I had no idea what the time was. But with the immense amount of sunlight streaming inside the room, I was certain it was way too late in the morning.

And that could only mean one thing.

I was in deep fucking trouble.

I found my purse on a shelf in the room and reached for it. I had no memory of putting it there. Hell I had no memory where I had dropped any of my things at all.

Fishing out my phone out of the purse, my stomach dropped when I read the notifications.

Fifty missed calls from Tom.

Fifty!!! Oh no! No! What the hell was I thinking? Tom would kill me! Tom would fucking kill me! My body trembled, fingers hovering over the screen, afraid to open the messages he had sent me.

I swallowed as I did, wincing when I read the first few messages.

'Where the hell are you Eve?!'

'Eve this isn't fucking funny. Tell me you're at the hotel. You had better still be here at the fucking hotel!'

'Eve, fucking respond or shit won't be pretty when I find you!'

'Eve! You've gone cheating on me haven't you, you pathetic bitch! I know you have. Wait till I lay my hands on you. You're going to regret it!"

"You're in a lot of fucking trouble. Think you could pull one over on me, didn't you, you nasty slut!"

'I'll fucking kill you!'

My hands shook with tremors as I read the messages. My heart pounded wildly. I had to get home. The longer I stayed here, the deeper in trouble I would be. What would I do? What should I do? I had to find a way to placate Tom's anger or he really would deal with me.

Searching the room, I found my dress and yanked it on. I couldn't find my damned earrings and I was too fucking shaky to look for them. I grabbed my purse ready to leave when I remembered Golden.

He still wasn't back.

I supposed that was a good thing. If he were here, I doubted I would have wanted to leave. Yet I didn't want to leave just like that, without a word. After sniffing through his bedside drawer, I found a pen and a piece of paper and scribbled him a note. Then without hesitation, flew out the door.

The club had closed and there wasn't a soul downstairs when I got there. Grateful for it, I sprinted out of the door onto the busy streets of France.

Taking one last look at the club where I had the best fucking night of my life, my shoulders slumped, heavy with realization.

I was leaving all my fantasies behind. I was going back to my usual life. My usual torment. Shackled up to a man who treated me like a discarded piece of cloth he couldn't decide what to do with.

I would go back to a boring life, where all I did each day was try to breathe and survive, never living for one day! Living a worthless life that society couldn't fucking see behind all the stupid fake smiles I had given.

I was tired of that life. But it was all I had, wasn't it?

Tears slipped down my cheeks and I wiped them quickly, turned on my heels and walked a few meters ahead before hailing a cab. I had barely settled into the vehicle when my phone rang.

A chill settled on my skin when I fished the device out and Tom's name glared at me on the screen.

Fuck!