Midnight Surrender by Mia Petrova

I knew today was going to be a rough day the moment I woke up. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but what I did know for sure was that it had gotten worse every day. It all started last week when a strange sensation began stirring in the deep core of my body. Today I woke up with so much sweat that I had to go straight to the shower, then clean my sheets. It was terrible, but what was frustrating was that I didn’t have any friends in London. I came here last month from Brazil. I was on vacation, thank you very much. Therefore, I was trapped in a horny body, and I was in a city with not a single soul that could help me. I thought about going to a doctor, but what could I say, really? “Hey, I’m so hot that I could jump at anyone”? No way; I wouldn’t do something like that, ever.

Since I felt weird and unsatisfied, I picked this day to relax, to walk on the exceptional streets of London, and more importantly, I wanted to be exhausted by the end of the day. Extremely exhausted to the point of going to bed, closing my eyes, and sleep. That way I wouldn’t have time to think about how I needed a hot body on top of mine. God, I was so screwed. Today was chilly and rainy, just like any other day in the city. I liked it this way.

I was going to King’s Cross Station just when a man started to walk beside me. I didn’t take it seriously, since the streets are always crowded with people from all over the world; however the stranger began to look me up and down. Up and down. Shivers took over my body, and immediately I had an urgent instinct to run.

“You smell so good, little girl,” the man said. He looked about thirty, his voice was high, and he wore black leather clothes.

I stayed quiet, as if he weren’t talking to me or as if I simply weren’t paying attention. I thought he would leave if I ignored him, except that didn’t happen. When we passed by a secluded street, he grabbed my arm and took me to a hidden location. I thought about screaming, but I was scared out of my mind; naturally I froze. The creepy person buried his head in my neck and took a deep breath. When I saw his face, it looked as if he had just taken some kind of drug, as he seemed so happy with what he had just smelled. His eyes suddenly glowed with a yellowish color, which was enough for me to try running away. He grabbed my arm tightly, and I moaned in pain. I thought he was seriously going to kill me with the look he gave me; however, he was yanked from me seconds later.

Everything happened so fast that I couldn’t move. I was shaking badly, but I wanted to know what was happening right in front of me, so I didn’t run. Unexpectedly, I saw two guys staring at each other. They weren’t even fighting; they were just there next to me, with angry expressions in their faces. The man who attacked me thought for a few seconds, and then he begun to walk away slowly, as if taking some sort of order from the other man. I took a moment to realize that my heart never beat this fast before. When my eyes finally found the man who appeared to have saved the day, I was afraid I’d stop breathing altogether, especially when those eyes found mine. When he took the few steps that separated us, I had to look up, really look up. He was enormous, as if he could have another meaning for a big guy. But then I remembered how small I was, and all of that went away.

“Are you okay?” His voice was so rough that it did something to me, which I didn’t think was possible until now. How could something so trivial affect me so much?

“I-I’m fine. Th-thank you.” I took a step back and almost fell; he tried to help me, but I didn’t let him. “I said I’m fine.”

He raised his hand, maybe to let me know that he was not going to touch me if I didn’t let him. My heart should have returned to a normal rate by now, but it didn’t. I was still out of breath, my palms were sweating, my head was spinning, and this gorgeous man in front of me was not helping my current situation. He had black hair, brown eyes, a small beard, and he was a wall of pure muscle. I’ve never kissed a guy with a beard, I thought to myself. Then again, I’ve never been with anyone, especially with someone really older than I was. He looked about thirty something, almost forty. I closed my eyes for a second and sighed. His smell was so good.

   

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