Classic Novel
Stay with me tonight
Letta was now struggling to carry a tall, bulky man to a room somewhere, while being intoxicated herself. Letta, in a spirit of mutual assistance, was also dealing with another drunken individual.
“Can you tell me where your room is?” Letta asked for the umpteenth time, as the man only bowed his head and followed Letta’s steps. Letta didn’t know which room to take the man to, so she ended up just wandering through the corridors on the floor she was on.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
“Actually, how much did he drink to end up unconscious like this?” Letta murmured while struggling to drag the man’s hefty body. Eventually, upon reaching the elevator door, Letta tried to dig into the man’s jacket, hoping for some clue to help her. The stroke of luck favored Letta when she found the key to the man’s room, which turned out to be in the VVIP suite of the hotel, causing Letta to blink in disbelief.
Letta finally pressed the button for the highest floor in the lift to take the man to his room. After some struggle and a few minutes, Letta arrived at the door of the room. She then unlocked the door and dragged the man onto the soft, king-sized bed with a goose feather quilt, unexpectedly falling onto the bed herself due to the man’s weight.
Letta immediately released her grasp on the man’s arms and tried to compose herself. Letta began to refocus, realizing that Mia was probably waiting for her with the online taxi Letta was supposed to order. However, Letta was still in the luxurious VVIP room, momentarily forgetting her own affairs.
“I think the cost of renting this room is equivalent to six months of my salary,” Letta mumbled as she continued to look around. However, the next moment, as Letta attempted to turn, a large hand suddenly gripped her arm, causing Letta to fall onto the man’s body.
Letta’s eyes widened as she clearly recognized the face that had been bowing down all this while. She reached out her hand, pulling back the strands of hair covering the man’s forehead, only to realize that the man beneath her was her own boss, prompting her to stand up. But suddenly, the large hand restrained her and pulled her waist closer.
“Don’t leave, Ara, stay with me tonight,” murmured the man, whom Letta knew as Marco.
“Sorry, sir, I’m not Ara, I’m Letta,” replied Letta naively, causing Marco to mumble in his sleep. Letta then slowly tried to release Marco’s grip, but the next moment she felt herself being lifted. Marco flipped Letta’s position, leaving her trapped, with a shocked expression, gazing at Marco, who was pinning her down.
“Ara, please don’t abandon me tonight. You’ve truly tortured me this past week, Ara,” Marco said, staring at Letta, who could only blink. Letta didn’t understand the situation she was now in.
“But, sir, I already said that-” Letta’s words were cut off as Marco suddenly silenced her with a kiss that instantly froze her body.
Marco aggressively attacked Letta’s lips, making it impossible for her to even push away the fervent body on top of her, let alone take a breath. Marco, with the belief that Letta was someone named Ara, seemed to be pouring out his longing for her.
Letta could only remain silent, accepting whatever Marco was doing to her. She accepted the kisses that trailed down her jaw and neck, not knowing what he was thinking. The night seemed endless, turning into a regret that Letta had never imagined. A night where a stranger took something precious from her that she had guarded so closely.
A night when Letta felt as if her whole body was burning, as Marco’s muscular hands caressed every inch of her skin with desire and what seemed like worship. She didn’t know what he was imagining, but Letta could only accept it, getting carried away with what Marco was doing to her. Even when Marco started moving above her, Letta gripped the silk sheet beneath her so tightly that Marco’s movements stopped, as he realized something that brought him back to his senses momentarily, gazing at the face of a woman he didn’t even recognize.
“Are you not Ara?” Marco asked, leaving Letta to simply close her eyes, enduring the pain in her lower body.
“But I don’t care, because you’re already in my grasp tonight, so there’s no going back,” Marco continued, resuming what he had paused before, moving atop Letta and pouring all his desires into her body, making Letta unable to hold back her tears, enduring the night that felt so cold against her skin.
Eventually, Letta felt something explode within her, causing her to embrace Marco’s shoulders, then gripping tightly, leaving marks on his back as he quickened his movements and collapsed on Letta’s body, which felt utterly shattered because of his actions. Finally, Marco rolled over to pull Letta into his embrace.
“Sleep, I’m very tired,” muttered Marco as he pulled Letta’s waist into his embrace, forcing Letta to reluctantly close her heavy and weary eyes. Letta didn’t know what kind of morning she would face tomorrow, but for now, she could only shut her eyes, hoping that all of this was just a dream, that she was intoxicated, and that she would wake up tomorrow morning in Mia’s apartment. That was what Letta hoped for now, and hopefully, God would hear her prayers. Eventually, a soft kiss on Letta’s forehead ushered her into that world of dreams.