Perfect Strangers

by Abby Gale

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty One

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Chapter Thirty Three

  Chapter Thirty Four

  Chapter Thirty Five

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Chapter Thirty Seven

  Chapter Thirty Eight

  Chapter Thirty Nine

  About Author

  PERFECT STRANGERS by ABBY GALE

  Copyright ©2017 by Abby Gale | All Rights Reserved |

  Cover illustration by PopKitty Design

  Book design by Abby Gale- Popkitty Design

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher, except the brief quotations for reviews. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters, places, incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any similarities were surely not intentional.

  To Perfect Strangers

  People who come into our lives as strangers and become so much more.

  “Are you ready, Mel?” Becca said, poking her head into my room. Her eyes widened when she saw me, motioning for me to turn around so she could get the full effect. “Holy shit, girl! You’re smoking. I knew that dress was made for you,” she said and made a bad attempt at whistling.

  She was right. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places and pronounced my hourglass figure without being slutty. The wide V-neck accentuated my cleavage. The soft fabric stopped at the middle of my thighs, making my legs look longer while the navy color suited my alabaster skin and gave it a sweet glow. I looked hot.

  “Thanks for the dress, Becca. You look amazing as well.”

  Rebecca has been my roommate since our first year of college. At first I thought she was trouble… a Mean Girls kind of girl. She was beautiful and popular. With her red hair, green eyes and killer body she could make anyone eat from the palm of her hand. I was envious of her confidence, but I knew her kind, how cruel they could be. I had dealt with them all through high school; experienced their bullying for years, just because I wasn’t strong enough to fight back. Because I didn’t have enough self-confidence I believed all the ugly words they said. That was why I stayed away from Becca as much as I could, till my first roommate wanted to move out and Becca became my new roommate. It was only then I saw what a great and caring person she was.

  “Thanks, love,” she sent me a kiss as I tried to tie my hair up in a ponytail.

  “No, no, no. You will not imprison that hair into a ponytail. Not tonight,” Becca shook her head like I was attempting murder. She let my hair loose around my shoulders. I wasn’t sure about the decision at first, but after seeing my hair like a golden halo around my face, I shrugged.

  “Darren is going to lose his shit tonight,” Becca said as we got out of our apartment and found a taxi right away.

  “Uggh, did you have to mention that asshole? Seriously?” I groaned at the mention of my ex-boyfriend.

  Darren was a total failure in my first attempt at a relationship. He had a problem with keeping his dick in his pants when he was near any other living creature. It took me too long to see it; one year to be exact. For one year I fucked someone who fucked every other woman he saw. For one year I proudly called that prick ‘my boyfriend’. How stupid I was. I was still shuddering from the idea of catching STDs from him. Waiting for that health report was the scariest thing I had ever lived through and I hated that bastard for it.

  But tonight, I was getting over that guy forever and I was showing him that he didn’t mean shit to me.

  “Shit! I’m sorry, Mel! But you know what I mean… that asshole will see you tonight and know what he missed,” Becca winked.

  “I still cannot believe he spread the gossip that I was sick because of sadness. I broke up with him for fuck’s sake!”

  “Who cares what that fucker thinks? You weren’t even in love with him.”

  “But I thought I was in love, Rebecca,” I protested.

  “You haven’t even cried over him, honey. You were just spending time with him and he was probably good in bed. You mixed lust with love.”

  “Yeah, he had a good package. If I ever miss anything about him it would be his cock,” I said, laughing along with Becca.

  The driver’s cough made us realize we weren’t alone, but we only laughed harder. This was Rebecca’s effect on me. Until I met her, I used to be a boring-middle-aged-woman in a young girl’s body. I was insecure in my own skin, always finding flaws. I never swore out loud or even laughed out loud. I was always trying to avoid bringing attention to myself. I was afraid of giving my opinion. Until Rebecca Wilson, I was invisible.

  Then, she changed me, stripped off my layers one by one, showed me being invisible was boring. She helped me find myself, my voice, my desires. She taught me how to be young, and I am forever grateful to her.

  “Okay, enough of him. Tonight, that asshole will see you’re not afraid of coming to his party and you’re long over him. Also, you will find someone to rock your world in the best way. End of the story,” Becca told me with deadly finality.

  “I just want to have a good time. I don’t care about finding someone,” I said as we got out of the cab in front of the club.

  “I’m not saying find someone to marry, Mel. I’m saying find someone to fuck. You haven’t gone out with anyone for six months and I’m really worried about your pussy. Totally for medical reasons, you know.” I had no idea how she could pull a serious face while saying something like that, but she did.

  “You know I don’t do one night stands, Becca. It’s not me.” She was always trying to convince me that ‘fuck ‘em and leave ‘em’ was the best position in bed, but I wasn’t too sure about that. To be honest, I wasn’t yet confident enough in my own skin to go down and dirty with a complete stranger.

  Becca stopped me out of the blue before we get into the club and put her hands on my shoulder with a serious look on her face.

  “Look, Melody, when you get through this door every man and even some women will want a piece of you. You’re smoking hot and look like a goddess. Remember that. If you don’t wanna go out with anyone in here that is fine, but if you’re holding yourself back just because you’re insecure I will kick your pretty ass. Go inside and do whatever you want. You only live once, right?”

  I slowly let out my breath and nodded after her little pep talk. I didn’t know what would happen once we got into the club, but I knew I would not hold myself back tonight.

  Loud music and bumping bodies were what welcomed us. Darren got carried away with the party again, it seemed. He always was a show off and I should have guessed after signing the contract he talked about for months, he would have gone off the charts. The club was
packed, fog was covered the floor. Dancers were in cages that were suspended from the ceiling and the DJ was well known in the state.

  We went straight to the bar. It was our way; a drink or two even before we found a table. After we downed a couple of shots, we left the bar with classy cocktails in our hands. It was hard to open a path between the half-drunk, dancing crowd with drinks in hand, but we managed. Our eyes were searching around, trying to find a table. Finally we found one, but with my luck it wasn’t so surprising that the table was in front of Darren’s. He saw us, waved his hand before grabbing the first girl he saw by her waist and devoured her mouth with his eyes locked to mine. I wanted to break the eye contact, but I knew he would only think I was jealous of him if I did. So, I did the only logical thing: I raised my cocktail glass to him with a smile on my face and not even one fuck to give.

  “I think I just vomited in my mouth. Disgusting bastard,” Becca murmured next to me and I laughed before saying, “Drink up, sis. Let’s hit the dance floor.”

  Rolling my eyes I turned my back on the pathetic display and froze when I made eye-contact with the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He had an amused look on his face and it was clear that he caught on to the scene between me and Darren. I could feel a blush creeping up my neck as his amused look turned to one of interest. His eyes slipped from mine and traveled down my body and up again before pausing at my breasts and meeting my eyes again. He bit his bottom lip and quirked an eyebrow in appreciation. It was an invitation, but I wasn’t yet drunk enough to accept it.

  Instead I smiled and shook my head, turned to Becca and after clinking our glasses with a simple “Cheers”, we made our way to the dance floor. After six months of depression –not because I was sad that I broke up with Darren but because I was too stupid to see his real self, stupid to believe I was in love with him and even more stupid to dream of a life with him –it felt so good to be out, dance and have fun.

  I closed my eyes and let the music run through my body. The music was like a secret lover for me. Even in my most insecure times, I felt like Aphrodite behind closed doors when the music was on, and after Rebecca’s effect on me, music became more meaningful. It was my motivation, my siren call, my counselor.

  I opened my eyes when I felt a hand on my hips. His grip was strong yet gentle as he pulled me closer. My curiosity piqued when I felt his body behind me, his heat surrounded me as I swayed my hips against his crotch. I didn’t protest when he moved his hands to my side, slowly, seductively.

  My eyes met with Becca’s, hoping she’d understand the question in my eyes about the mystery guy behind me. Of course, she understood. She gave me a thumbs up, continuing her killer moves with the guy behind her. That was enough for me.

  I slowly turned my back to face him as his hands wrapped around my waist, resting lower than commonly appropriate. Trying not to focus on the tingling sensation he caused with his hands on the curve of my ass, I raised my head.

  I gasped with sudden shock at the man in front of me. It was the gorgeous man from across the bar and up close he was even more beautiful. His high cheekbones and sharp jaw radiated power as he looked down at me. His lips were full, almost enough to put women in envy. His hair was messy like he’d just fucked someone in the restroom, maybe he did… and his eyes… those eyes left me speechless. I didn’t know what color they were, but I knew the look in them –raw passion, unadulterated domination, and full of naughty secrets that promised a good time.

  And I wanted them… I wanted all the things he could do to me.

  I didn’t know why I felt such an intense need for this man… maybe it was his undeniable beauty –in my mind, there was no other word to describe him. Maybe it was the frustration Darren caused me by making me feel stupid all those months, or maybe it was the lack of sex in my life… whatever the reason was for the first time in my twenty-two year old life, I wanted to have a one night stand. I wanted him to take me somewhere, anywhere, and give me the ride of my life.

  I hardly noticed that we continued our seductive rhythm as I checked him out. It was like foreplay with the background music. I could feel the wetness between my legs, his hardness on my stomach. We hadn’t even said a word, but we were talking on a primal level. We had an understanding between us that no words could create.

  He leaned into me with a smirk on his face, giving me a hint of his strong scent.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he growled, moving his hands down to grab my ass. My body was put on high alert by his touches and his voice.

  A small touch of insecurity found its way into my mind and I didn’t want to appear too eager, even though I was willing him to fuck me in the restroom.

  “Why?” I whispered with a smile. His eyes told me he knew I was just trying to play hard to get.

  He pulled me closer, his lips grazing mine as he whispered, “I want to fuck you and you want to be fucked. Do we need any more reason?”

  I looked away to get rid of the intensity and hunger in his eyes. My eyes locked with Darren’s, he was watching us like a hawk and before I could let myself think I wrapped my arms around my dance partner’s neck and kissed him hard.

  Payback was a bitch, Darren.

  As I kissed him I forgot about anything else but him… no more Darren, no more payback, no more feeling stupid. He devoured me with a kiss, making me feel like I had never been kissed before. His tongue was fucking my mouth with dominant strokes, making my knees weak. With one hand on my ass and the other on the back of my neck, he imprisoned me to his delicious assault. He stopped my mind, but put my body on fire. This stranger consumed me with only a kiss and I was scared of this intensity, this lust, this irresistible need for him… I pushed him back a little to catch my breath.

  “Wait… I don’t even know your name,” I panted.

  He gave me a lopsided grin before licking his bottom lip in a hypnotizing way. Finally, he rewarded me with an answer: “My name depends on who you are.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Women generally call me God,” he started before adding fake woman moan, “Oh God, please let me come. Oh God, yes… right there.”

  I tried to stop my laugh, rolling my eyes instead, “What about men? What do they call you?”

  “Bastard, asshole… you name it,” he shrugged.

  “You’re confusing me,” I started, smiling at him to let him know I was teasing. “What should I call you if I agree to go with you?” I added.

  “When you agree to leave this club with me you can call me ‘stranger’ till I become your God,” he whispered into my ear before peppering kisses on the sensitive skin under my ear.

  I nodded my head, letting him guide me toward the exit.

  “But you should know… this isn’t something I do… one night stands, I mean… I,” I didn’t know what I was trying to tell him, or why I was saying this at all. I was confident in the club, among the crowd, but as we left the security of a public place I was becoming anxious.

  “Shh… don’t worry. This is something I do… so often… and it is my favorite,” he winked at me. Under the street light his eyes looked grey, but I wasn’t totally sure. His hair was almost jet black, looking so soft I wanted to touch it.

  I was distracted by the car that stopped in front of us. I wasn’t so good with cars, but I knew the brands, I knew which one I liked… and this was it. An Aston Martin One-77. Aston Martin’s very special edition that there were only seventy-seven of in the world… and he had one of them… a silver, sexy beast that people called “car”.

  “You have… how can you have one? This car is worth for a fortune,” I murmured, caressing the body of the car as I looked at it in wonder.

  “Let’s say I had connections to spare me one,” he shrugged and opened my door.

  “I thought this was fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, not this gentlemanly ‘open her door’ thing,” I smiled as I got in the car.

  “Mother taught me well, I guess,” he said with another one of his
crooked grins that I’ve grown to like so much in this short time.

  As we took off down the road I noticed I wasn’t afraid of him being a creep, a sadist or a rapist. I didn’t know why, but something about him made me feel safe… like what I was about to do wasn’t so out of my comfort zone. The silence stretched in the car as we navigated through the city traffic.

  “Wait… aren’t you drunk or something? You shouldn’t drive,” I panicked. I saw his grip on the steering wheel turn tighter, his knuckles becoming white.

  “I do not drink,” he said sternly.

  “Do you expect me to believe that? You come to clubs like this just to wet your dick, you mean?” I snorted.

  “Watch your language,” he warned me, but his expression turned amused as he said, “You sucked my tongue just a few minutes ago, did you taste any hint of alcohol?”

  That shut me up and caused me to blush.

  After a few minutes of him making no attempt to break the silence, I blurted, “I’m Mel.”

  He looked at me from the corner of his eyes, laughter in his gaze.

  “That doesn’t matter,” he told me… like giving my name to him was the stupidest thing to do… maybe it was.

  Okay, then…

  Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em…

  Sure…

  Why not…

  I took out my phone to message Becca:

  *You only live once, right? *winks* Wish me luck*

  The reply was instant, I wondered if she was worried about me.

  *That’s my girl! You’re forgiven for leaving without telling me. Have fun xo*

  And that was my plan… have fun and leave with a grin on my face.

  We stopped in front of a mansion. Who was this guy? First the car then this… was I about to bang a mogul?

  The building reminded me of Pemberley from Pride and Prejudice. The historical touches on the mansion, the fountain that welcomed us, and the stairs that lead us to the entry made me feel like I jumped into eighteenth century British Literature. I was trying to soak in every detail as I look around my surrounding while sitting in the car.