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Love at First...

Novel By: jhanery

Here is a story of a girl who fell in love with a guy right at the very first time she laid her eyes on him.
But how could she say it when they met in the most awkward situation? The girl as a prostitute and the guy as his customer. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 19, 2011    Reads: 169    Comments: 21    Likes: 5   


I wake up the next morning feeling a little pain in certain parts of my body. Something happened to us the night before, and I can still fully remember every bit of the moment. I look at my right side and here he is, sleeping like a baby. I lay sideways to face him and don't even dare to touch his face, even if I really want to. I don't want to rudely wake him up, I just want to stick to this moment when I can explore with my eyes, every inch of his face. 'Cause when that time comes that we have to end this relationship, I don't even know what it's called. I don't know if I'd get the chance to see his angelic face again.

A bit of a move of mine and I can feel he'll soon wake up. I close my eyes and pretend to be sleeping. Then seconds later, his firm arms hug my body then he tilts his head on my neck, moving even closer against my body. His breath is tickling my senses, and I sure am about to laugh but I try my hardest not to. I guess he feels I'm shaking so he unclasp our bodies quite apart then as he looks at me, I immediately cover my face with my palm then laugh so hard.

"Aha! So you were already awake huh?" there's a slight grin on his lips and his happy eyes flashing on me.

Still laughing a little bit, I say "of course not!"

"Ohh. Okay, well. Then I guess I have to wake you up." With that, he moves on top of me then starts tickling me. Damn, I'm like laughing myself to death and he's still not stopping. So I move and push him to the other side of the bed to take my revenge, then move on top of him, which I figure, isn't such a great idea. I'm totally naked and I forgot the only cloth that's wrapping my body is our blanket. It's too late to run and hide because he's already seen my body and he's already holding my fist, not too tight, just enough for me not to get away. His face is looking so serious and I know I turned him on because I can totally feel that hard thing down there.

I clear my throat because it's slowly getting dry due to this sudden burst of sensation. "Okay, whatever it is that's running inside that head, just... just let it go okay?"

With that grin on his face, he pulls me towards his chest, then whispers in my ear. "I don't think so."

Soft moans and bed cricking are the usual sounds that could be heard in that room for the next hours. I don't even know how long it took us to get outta there to finally not dare to touch each other, but finally, we made it.


For the next days, I can say I love how these all thing work for us. I'm happy everyday, and I could see he's happy too. But I'm here on purpose so I can't fully enjoy the stay. His parents called a couple of times and I'm grateful how excited they are to hear my voice and looking forward to finally meet me. I'm just worried that they might be expecting me to be the woman who deserves their son, I know I don't, so I realize I have to be good at pretending to impress them, and make them believe that it's all real. I can act in a way riches do, I mean I grew up as one, and I still haven't forgotten how it feels like, but things have changed so there is no reason to even think about it. But I haven't thought I'd come to this point where I'll need to get back to what I used to be. At least forget about my current status for a while.

"Hey." I'm just watching The Bachelor when Francis comes. He usually arrives at this time, 8 in the evening, so I'm sort of already expecting him, but unlike the usual thing, he doesn't change his clothes in his room after kissing me, instead he just sits beside me. "What's that show you're watching?"

"The Bachelor. How was your day." I shrug and face him.


"Okay, anything else?" He also faces me then puts his right arm on the backrest of the couch, more like hanging it on top of my shoulders.

"Actually, yes. I ahh- " I lean closer to him then raise my eyebrows for more emphasis. It's thrilling me, and I don't like it. "I just wanna ask if you might wanna come?" His face seems to be pleasing me.



"Party?" I repeat it with a disgusting expression, but not too much.

"Yeah. With friends in this bar. You'll love it. They called me before I left the office and I think it's a great idea for them to know you."


"Why what?"

"Why do they need to know me? I'm only here for your parents to save you from an unwanted marriage. So no. I'm not coming."

"But Sherryn, it'd be a good to have a great time, with me?"

"Look, I'm having a great time with you, here. I'm taking a break from loud places like bars and clubs. So...?"

"Yeah, I understand, I just thought you'd consider, I guess if you won't come, I might as well stay here with you." I hold his hand. I don't wanna disappoint him but I won't change my decision even if he shows me that puppy looking eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I don't like you to bore yourself here, your friends are waiting for you. So go."

"Nah." That's sweet and it really makes me smile.

"C'mon. Don't be ridiculous, I know you wanna go there. Besides, it's been awhile since the time I got here." He just nod then stands up.

"You sure you'll just stay here?" I nod.

"Yeah." Hearing that, he walks to his room then gets out with sexy looking attire. Wearing a black polo shirt perfectly fitting his muscular body and that pair of jeans hugging his beautiful thigh, I can't seem to take my eyes off him. For a second, I find myself wanting to come with him. But I stop myself and just concentrate with what I'm watching. He approaches me to give me a kiss.

"I'll get back as soon as possible. Are you gonna be fine here?" I put a smile on my lips then slightly nod signalling him to go.

After he leaves, I can feel the difference. It's fine that he's not here during daytime. But for 3 weeks now, I'm already used to having him, cuddling with me. It could be here in this couch or in his bed, but usually in my bed because he doesn't let a day ends without spending the time with me. Sigh. I stand up. I'm a little too drawn up with this setup a little too deep than expected. I guess I'll just go with the flow and see what happens next...






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