Kimberly

My eyes blinked open. Soft, golden early morning sunlight filled the room.

Gauzy curtains waved gently in the breeze and right in that moment, it came flooding back.

Holy shit.

"What time is it?"

I glanced over at him, still sleeping next to me, his burly arm looped around my waist.

I could appreciate the deliciously sexy naked man lying before me, but I need to get out of here before he wakes up.

This man is the sexiest man I've ever seen. He should be a little into his forties but that's not even the best part— I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me.

Silently, I climbed out of the bed, trying to find my dress and shoe and purse— everything i'd worn last night, my panties not excluded.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and quickly tied my dress, putting on my shoes.

I felt a strong urge— a temptation to run my fingers through his thick, disheveled hair and kiss his perfect mouth. But I can't.

My God.

This man is all muscle and masculinity and sex.

I let him tongue-fuck me in his penthouse—several times over—as I moaned loudly. Basically within one hour of meeting him.

Aside the fact that I cannot return home, I also have no means of going to Anna's place.

Glancing again at his big body, those broad, tanned shoulders, the sheet low over his perfect washboard abs, I shook off the thoughts in my head.

I can't ask for his help.

He's not supposed to see me again and well, I'm just glad I didn't give him any information about— I stopped in my track when my phone buzzed on the table.

I checked and it was Anna. Shit, I'd need to call her.

Unable to resist the urge, I reached for the paper on the table to scribble a thank-you at least when my eyes found something shocking.

"What the fuck???" I mumbled out, immediately freezing.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he appeared behind me. My gasp must have woken him up and now—

"What the fuck??" I let out in disbelief turning to face him. "You? You're Ethan's father.."

The words felt even heavier as they left my mouth.

He stood there, bare-chested. "I can explain, Kim."

"And you fucking know my name!!" I yelled. Wait a minute... Did I just fuck my boyfriend's— scrap that, my ex- boyfriend's father?

"Kimberly, I can explain."

"Oh my goodness," I muttered, raising my hands to hold my chest. "You... Oh my.."

"Yes. I found out who you were yesterday, but I couldn't say it. You wanted to get rid of whatever was going on in your head and I just wanted you to have that."

I shook my head. "What are you even doing here? Ethan doesn't know you're here. Does he?"

He shook his head.

Of course! He's Ethan's estranged father... Elias Grey who walked out of his life when he was only five.

I turned back to the portrait of a happy Ethan with his father. This is probably the last time he ever saw him, on his fifth birthday party.

"Kimberly, you cannot judge me, okay? I was looking out for you."

A tear threatened to drop from my eyes. "Did you know?"

"Know what?"

"Know that Ethan... Ethan was sleeping with my step mom?"

He shook his head as if disgusted with that revelation. "I'm sorry, Kim."

"No you're not. You just... You just made me do the same thing."

"Did I?" He asked. "Cause if I were you, I wouldn't refer to him as my boyfriend."

My stomach dropped as whatever grip I'd managed to keep on my anxiety was lost.

"What do you want from me?" I asked him. "You miraculously show up and the first thing you do is to fuck your son's girlfriend?"

"Ex-girlfriend," he corrected.

My throat closed at his apathetic tone. "You're unbelievable."

After a moment of silence passed, I found myself still confused and in need of something tangible.

"So what do you want to do? You know... This isn't the best way to show you're a great father after so many years. You can't fix things like this."

"I'm not here to fix things."

My eyes shot up. "What?"

A low chortle escaped my mouth and then I looked at him one last time. "What are you here for, then?"

"To get a wife, and I've found her. Marry me, Kimberly."

"What the actual fuck!?"

"You wanted to get married at 21, it's been your dream for so long and you obviously wanted to end up with a man who knows you, who sees you, and who worships your body. Hasn't this proven that I know your body more than any man would?"

The pure authority in his tone, coupled with the way he kept looking me straight in the eyes made my knees weak.

"I... I need to get out of here."

I grabbed my purse and turned to leave, but he held my my arms just in time and turned me to face him.

Without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. There was no urgency, but there was raw need.

It was full of lust, passion, but this time there was also familiarity in his lips.

Moaning into the kiss, I wanted more… and this was dangerous, this was where I needed to make it stop. "Elias..." I moaned, but his lips didn’t leave me.

"Tell me you want this too, Kim.. you're hurt and you want a revenge. I see it in your eyes, Kim.. I can give that to you."

“I can’t… uh… I uh...” I moaned, but continued before he could have a chance, "I can't do this... This makes no sense at all."

He nodded.

"Then I hope I've at least raised the standard of how a man should make you feel. Both in bed, and outside."

I turned my back and walked away without looking back because I knew if I stopped for a second I would go back and jump on him.

I can't let that happen right?