Serendipity

CHAPTER 3

The previous November

I walk out of the airport, smiling despite my nervousness. My first day, of the seven days in New York, begins today. Smiling because I finally reached New York, and also because I managed to get rid of the irritating old man's company on the plane. Nervous because well, this is New York. The City was a complex one.

Of course, I wouldn't be able to explore all of New York in a week. I wanted to come here to look at the infamous Statue of Liberty. I would look at a few of the selected places on the remaining days.

But that would have to wait. I'm tired from the flight and the old man's rumbling has only increased my fatigue. I usually love old people, but this guy was an exemption. No, I don't want to know the number of properties he owns in three different countries.

I quickly get into a cab and repeat the name of the hotel I'll be staying for the following week. When I reach, I quickly check-in, message my parents of my arrival, change and fall asleep.

When I wake up, it's nine at night. Having nothing to do, I decide to head to the nearest club, down some alcohol and have a little bit of fun.

I take a warm shower and then quickly change into my rose gold strappy sequin bodycon dress and apply a generous coat of dark red lipstick.

With a confident smile, I stride inside and glance around for a quick survey. Nope, no good looking boys yet.

I go to the bar counter and order a Sex On The Beach. The bartender smirks at me but I ignore him. He is not my type and if he continues with those suggestive looks, he is going to earn a punch from me.

He hands me my cocktail and I take the glass from him, lift it to my mouth and welcome the bitter and sweet taste in my mouth.

The stool next to me is pulled back and a guy sits down. I chance a glance at him- dark brown hair, green eyes and lips pulled into a smirk.

"You look quite off. Would you like me to turn you on?" he speaks up, looking quite satisfied at my surprised expression. Well, that is a new one.

He is really good looking, I'll give him that. The mole at the corner of his eye perfectly accentuates that and so does the slight scruffy stubble spread across his well-sculpted jaw.

"I'm going to take that as a yes, " he smiles, when I don't answer.

"I never said that, " I tell him with a smirk of my own.

"You didn't deny it either," he points out.

"You are gonna have to try harder than that to get into my pants, Mister, " I challenge.

His smirk deepens. "Harder than how hard I'm going to thrust into you tonight?"

Damn.

"How are you so confident of that? I could say no too, you know?"

"How do you say no to this?" he gestures towards himself. He has a point, though.

"Like this, " I lean closer, close enough for him to think that I'm going to kiss him. I raise my index finger and trace the side of his face with a sultry smile and then whisper, "No, " and lean back and enjoy the flustered look he has on. In one sip, I finish the cocktail and head to the dancefloor.

When he realizes what happened, he chuckles and then follows me, muttering, "Tease."

I lose him in the crowd of people. Damn, that's bad. He was really handsome, and I didn't even know his name!

The song changes to Let Me Hold You and I find myself grooving to the music, still thinking of the brief moment I shared with him.

I'll wait for a few minutes outside later. He may show up.

But he is too handsome to go home alone from a club. 

Hm, I guess I'll never see him again.

Suddenly, a pair of hands snake around my waist from behind and pulls me back to a hard chest. "Found ya!"

I smile and lean into his chest. The same guy. Our dance escalates from dance to grind real quick. I find myself eagerly grinding against his front, my arms wound around his neck as he tightens his hold on my waist, lips attached to my neck.

Suddenly, he lets out a growl and spins me around to face him, and crashes his lips on mine. I instantly kiss him back, with the exact vigor and urgency, lust flowing through my veins faster than blood. The fact that I was supposed to play hard to get now forgotten.

"Let's get out of here?" he asks me, looking like all this is up to me. He is a gentleman.

I eagerly nod and then realizing how desperate it looked, nod a little slowly.

He smirks and then pulls me, by my elbow, towards the exit.

"Your place or mine?" he asks.

"Mine, " I tell him. He nods and quickly re-attaches his lips to mine.

Getting into the cab and reaching my hotel room is all a frenzy of heated make outs and touching that is totally inappropriate in public or in a cab.

"You don't live here?" he asks when I'm unlocking the door to my room.

"No, " I push the door open and pull the both of us inside.

He smirks. "Wow. I'm screwing a tourist tonight then." And then pushes me up against the wall, marking the beginning of one of the most pleasurable nights of my life.

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"What's your name?" I ask as we lay in post-coital bliss, chests heaving at the strenuous activities we indulged in.

A deep, husky laugh echoes from his chest and his eyes crinkle in humor. "You ask that now?"

I shrug. "Well, we didn't get much time for introductions, did we?"

"Oh, yes. My name is Noah. Yours?"

"Cassie."

"Nice, " he smiles. "How many days are you here for?"

"A week."

He nods and then climbs over me, his lips inches away from mine, his breath deepening. "Now, Cassie, how about I convince you to spend the week with me?" 

"I'm not sure, " I partly lie. "While the idea is really attractive, I came here to explore. How will I if I spend the week with you?"

"How about I try to show you around as a tourist guide?" he asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"What about your payment?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

He smirks at me meaningfully and leans down to smother kisses on my neck, hovering dangerously close to my cleavage.

And that turned out to be the best trips in my entire life. We spent the week together, waking up in each others' arms, going around to places, laughing, talking and doing dirty among other things.

I actually thought we were going somewhere. Our relationship escalated from a sexual one to an almost dating one within a span of one week. But it didn't last.

And now, he is here, at Ethan's house, apparently related to him and all I can think is,

How small is this world?!