He closed the door behind them.

Silence.

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. His hand reached for her waist, pulling her gently toward him. Her breath caught as her body met his—firm, steady, unshaken.

She looked up, eyes searching the mask, wondering who he was. But her body didn’t care. Her fingers slid up his chest, feeling the ridges of his six-pack beneath the fabric. Solid. Real.

He leaned in.

Their lips met—soft at first, then deeper. His hands moved to her back, tracing the curve of her spine. She responded, her fingers curling around his collar, pulling him closer.

The kiss grew heavier. Her body melted into his, her thoughts dissolving into heat and rhythm.

He lifted her gently, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. She gasped as her back hit the sheets, the softness beneath her contrasting the intensity above.

His jacket came off. Her fingers explored his torso, skin warm, muscles defined. She whispered something—she wasn’t sure what—but it made him smile.

His lips found her neck, her collarbone, the space just below her ear. She arched slightly, her body responding before her mind could catch up.

He pulled her thigh closer to his waistline. Nyomi held the bedsheet tightly as she felt his dick sliding into her vagina .

He paused. Nyomi wondered why.

“You’re so tight. Wait, are you a virgin?” Nyomi nodded her head. She does not trust her own voice, she just wants him to continue .

He quickly pulled out his dick. “Oh I’m sorry, do you want me to continue with this” he whispered in her ears.

His voice was so calm, and his soul was gentle. “Trust me, I can stop if you want me to” his gentle words left goosebumps in Nyomi’s body.

Nyomi's lips were just parted. Not a single word came out. The guy stood up right to reach his dress, her legs still wrapped around his. The tiny sunset reflection that pieced through the window revealed the tattoo on his chest. She blinked her tired eyes. Before he could reach his dress. She dragged him back to herself “make me feel loved please. Treat me like a woman” she let out finally

She had never compromised with any man before. But this felt different. The guy said “Are you sure?” While she nodded. Just then his palm gently touched her hips down to her ass- as gentle as he could.

“I will give you $15,000” he said like it was nothing

It was definitely a lot to Nyomi “huh,$15,000?. Do you want my soul as well?” she asked. He chucked “it’s nothing you know. And it’s just to appreciate you. I have never done it with a virgin before”

His gentle words of care towards her left her speechless.

There was a long pause. It was dark but his g////// relate with hers,

“Please take it slow with me ” her legs were vibrating already in fear.

“You know what? You’d enjoy this” his voice came through

“ since this is your first time . I would start from your neck…I’d be pecking your neck till I kiss you while doing that I’ll be playing with your nipples, Before driving down to your pussy, your pussy would be wet already then I start playing with your clits …while kissing and pressing your breast. Gently” she looked at his lips as he speaks.

He continued “…..then I take off your G-string slowly,then I’ll move up to your bobs …I’ll start sucking it like it will never be sucked anymore …I’ll then start fingering while sucking your bobs ,before I drive down to your hole ….i start by licking your clitoris before taking the main course” he whispered to her ear. Nyomi has no idea, but she loves whatever it is she was feeling at the moment.

He continued “When I make you wet. It will be easy then I put my dick in again” The goosebumps in her body increased . “I’ll treat you well and ensure you enjoy it” she nodded in agreement with him . Everything he has said was replayed in her mind.

“Shush” she used her finger to touch his lips gently “put them into action”

Maybe this one night stand was one of the best feelings she’d ever have

*****

Meanwhile the curtains in the ward where Nyomi’s mum is fluttered violently, blown by a sudden gust of wind. Thunder cracked outside, sharp and heavy, followed by a flash of lightning that lit up the room for a split second.

Jackson was curled up beside the bed, hoodie pulled over his head, he was fast asleep.

But the woman in the bed—Nyomi’s mother—was fighting.

Her chest rose and fell with effort, each breath sounding like it was heavy . Her fingers twitched against the blanket, searching for something. Her lips parted, dry and cracked.

Then the monitor changed.

The beeping slowed.

Beep…

Beep…

Beeeeeeep…

The line flattened.

Her finger moved in search of help “Nyomi…” she whispered, voice thin and broken.

Jackson didn’t move. The tiredness in him was boldly displayed in his snoring

“Nyomi…” she called again, eyes wide now, searching the ceiling.

Her chest rose with effort. Her hand reached out, trembling.

“Nyomi…” she gasped one last time.

The monitor screamed its flat tone.And the storm outside raged louder.

Her body trembled. Her fingers clawed weakly at the sheets. The monitor continued its flat, haunting tone. No nurses to rescue her.

She tried to lift her head, but it fell back against the pillow. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

The room felt heavier.

Jackson shifted slightly in his sleep, unaware.

The woman’s eyes stayed open, locked on the ceiling. Her chest barely moved now. Her hand dropped to her side, limp.

The monitor kept screaming.

But Nyomi wasn’t there.