Black Lace
Prologue
WARNING: Explicit Content!
Chapter Playlist: This Year's Love by David Gray
"Good morning, sunshine!" The raspy mocking voice cut through the fogginess in Alana's brain, making her open her eyes slowly. A jolt of pain rushed to her head as the blinding rays of the morning sun fell on her face.
"Close the curtains! Please!" Alana mumbled out, covering her face with the sheet wrapped around her body. She heard a soft chuckle as she felt the person next to her shuffle out of bed, and pull the curtains closed.
Alana bravely opened one eye and decided to take a peek at her surroundings and at the man whose voice she could not remember from the night before. Squinting her eyes to lessen the pain that was shooting through her head, Alana's eyes were met by the sight of a beautifully rounded derriere.
Alana realized that the man standing in front of her with his back turned was gloriously naked. From the minimal light coming through the closed thin curtains, Alana tried to recognize the silhouette of the body that had been next to her the night before.
It was clear that the man was gorgeous from the toned muscles of his back and arms. And yet, Alana couldn't for the life of her recognize him. It had been a really stupid decision on her part to try to drink her pain away at the bar last night. The only thing it left her with the following morning was a massive hangover and in the bed of a random stranger- a random gorgeous stranger with a fine set of buns.
This stranger was busy looking out of the small gap between the curtains and Alana could tell he was in deep thought. Well, that suited her fine since it gave her more time to think and observe him. This was the first time in her entire 21 years of life that she had acted out of character and slept with someone she didn't even know. She would've been disgusted by her own wanton behavior if the circumstances had been different. Right now, she couldn't care less.
Alana just wanted to get out of this bed and out of the sticky situation she had put herself into. She hoped that whoever she had slept with wouldn't be the clingy type and would let her leave without making a scene. With that thought in mind, Alana began to carefully get out of the bed.
The beautiful stranger suddenly let out a heavy sigh, making Alana lie back down and pull the covers up over her face in haste. She heard him pad his way over to the bed, letting out another chuckle as the bed sank from his weight.
"Why hide such a pretty face?" The stranger asked beside Alana. Although Alana was used to men making a pass at her, she felt her cheeks warm up at the stranger's words.
"Bad breath." Alana tried to put him off with the two words. She wasn't interested in a morning after conversation.
She heard the stranger chuckle once more before he spoke up. "You know, love, I would've been seriously offended by your failed attempt at subtly turning me down, if I was actually interested. But since I'm not, I'm glad that you're initiating this conversation yourself."
Ouch. That stung. He didn't have to be such a jerk about not having any interest in her. Alana pulled the covers down with a frown on her forehead, but it quickly changed to shock followed by recognition when she saw the stranger's face.
She would've recognized this face anywhere. It was splashed on all the billboards and vinyl of buses sprinkled around London. It was the face of one out of five members of the biggest boy band in the world, One Direction. It was Louis Tomlinson.
Eyes that were the bluest shade of the ocean and the lopsided smirk painted on his face made Alana's heartbeat race. Her lips had formed into an 'o'. She stared transfixed at the light stubble on his face and at his cheekbones, which looked like they had been sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves.
"Like what you see?" Louis asked cockily, angling his head for Alana to get a better view.
"You're- I- How?" Alana asked in disbelief. How in the world had she managed to be bedded by one of the most famous celebrities in the world? A mere florist like her?
"Don't you remember? The Rose Club?"
Realization dawned on Alana as she remembered how she had grabbed Evan's credit card and had put it to good use for the first time: going to one of the hottest clubs in London and drinking wildly to numb out the feeling of betrayal.
"I-” Alana didn't know what to say. Did she introduce herself now? And say what? Thanks, you were a nice fuck? So she said the first thing that came to her mind. "Where are my clothes?"
"Somewhere in the living room, I think." Louis responded, giving it a thought. "Although, I'm not sure whether it is wearable anymore."
The smile that followed his statement made Alana's cheeks burn in humiliation. Had she been that wanton? Or had it been him? She was taken aback when she felt Louis tracing his finger along her cheekbones.
"It has become difficult to find a woman who still blushes. I would've honestly thought that you're a virgin if I didn't know better."
His remark made Alana blush even more and she decided to put a stop to it by getting up in a sitting position. She realized instantly that it had been a bad move as her eyes were met by the sight of his huge erection. Alana covered her eyes with her palms instantly as she felt all the hair in her body rise in reaction. She felt a little better after realizing that he wasn't as immune to her as he had first let on.
"For crying out loud, put some clothes on!" Alana exclaimed, trying not to freak out but failing.
Louis chuckled as he asked cheekily, "You don't like what's in front of you?"
Alana shook her head in denial, still covering her eyes and suddenly stiffened when she felt Louis' hot breath against her ear. He whispered in a sultry voice, "I think you're lying, love. See, this gives you away."
Alana uncovered her face when she felt his warm thumb caressing one of her erect nipples. She quickly crossed her hand over her chest once she realized that it had been on display and that her nipples had hardened at the image of his hardened shaft.
Louis chuckled once more and decided to cut her some slack. He got up from the bed and stretched, making Alana take a peek at his tight bare bum and his long, thick manhood as it hung gloriously.
"So umm- I'm gonna hop into to the shower. Pick out any clothes you like from my closet." Louis started awkwardly, indicating towards a well hidden door and letting Alana know subtly that it would be the right time for her to see herself out. Alana merely nodded her head in understanding, slightly disappointed in his lack of attempt to seduce her.
She was about to wrap the cover around her body and get up when she heard him add in a seductive voice, "Unless you'd like to join me?"
Alana turned back to look at him and was surprised to see the challenge in his eyes, as he raised one of his eye brows. He continued, "I mean, it's not like we're gonna meet ever again. Might as well enjoy while you're here. Right?"
Louis could tell by her composure and her big doe eyes that she was ready to flee, and mentally kicked himself for prolonging this. He was about to walk away when he saw her get up from the bed and start walking towards the bathroom, her back turned to him. To say he was stunned would be an understatement.
Louis watched as she reached the bathroom door and dropped the sheet that was wrapped around her, turning back and giving him a small nervous smile. Louis felt all the blood rush to his lower region and padded his way to the occupied bathroom with a smirk on his face.
Chapter Playlist: This Year's Love by David Gray
"Good morning, sunshine!" The raspy mocking voice cut through the fogginess in Alana's brain, making her open her eyes slowly. A jolt of pain rushed to her head as the blinding rays of the morning sun fell on her face.
"Close the curtains! Please!" Alana mumbled out, covering her face with the sheet wrapped around her body. She heard a soft chuckle as she felt the person next to her shuffle out of bed, and pull the curtains closed.
Alana bravely opened one eye and decided to take a peek at her surroundings and at the man whose voice she could not remember from the night before. Squinting her eyes to lessen the pain that was shooting through her head, Alana's eyes were met by the sight of a beautifully rounded derriere.
Alana realized that the man standing in front of her with his back turned was gloriously naked. From the minimal light coming through the closed thin curtains, Alana tried to recognize the silhouette of the body that had been next to her the night before.
It was clear that the man was gorgeous from the toned muscles of his back and arms. And yet, Alana couldn't for the life of her recognize him. It had been a really stupid decision on her part to try to drink her pain away at the bar last night. The only thing it left her with the following morning was a massive hangover and in the bed of a random stranger- a random gorgeous stranger with a fine set of buns.
This stranger was busy looking out of the small gap between the curtains and Alana could tell he was in deep thought. Well, that suited her fine since it gave her more time to think and observe him. This was the first time in her entire 21 years of life that she had acted out of character and slept with someone she didn't even know. She would've been disgusted by her own wanton behavior if the circumstances had been different. Right now, she couldn't care less.
Alana just wanted to get out of this bed and out of the sticky situation she had put herself into. She hoped that whoever she had slept with wouldn't be the clingy type and would let her leave without making a scene. With that thought in mind, Alana began to carefully get out of the bed.
The beautiful stranger suddenly let out a heavy sigh, making Alana lie back down and pull the covers up over her face in haste. She heard him pad his way over to the bed, letting out another chuckle as the bed sank from his weight.
"Why hide such a pretty face?" The stranger asked beside Alana. Although Alana was used to men making a pass at her, she felt her cheeks warm up at the stranger's words.
"Bad breath." Alana tried to put him off with the two words. She wasn't interested in a morning after conversation.
She heard the stranger chuckle once more before he spoke up. "You know, love, I would've been seriously offended by your failed attempt at subtly turning me down, if I was actually interested. But since I'm not, I'm glad that you're initiating this conversation yourself."
Ouch. That stung. He didn't have to be such a jerk about not having any interest in her. Alana pulled the covers down with a frown on her forehead, but it quickly changed to shock followed by recognition when she saw the stranger's face.
She would've recognized this face anywhere. It was splashed on all the billboards and vinyl of buses sprinkled around London. It was the face of one out of five members of the biggest boy band in the world, One Direction. It was Louis Tomlinson.
Eyes that were the bluest shade of the ocean and the lopsided smirk painted on his face made Alana's heartbeat race. Her lips had formed into an 'o'. She stared transfixed at the light stubble on his face and at his cheekbones, which looked like they had been sculpted by the Greek Gods themselves.
"Like what you see?" Louis asked cockily, angling his head for Alana to get a better view.
"You're- I- How?" Alana asked in disbelief. How in the world had she managed to be bedded by one of the most famous celebrities in the world? A mere florist like her?
"Don't you remember? The Rose Club?"
Realization dawned on Alana as she remembered how she had grabbed Evan's credit card and had put it to good use for the first time: going to one of the hottest clubs in London and drinking wildly to numb out the feeling of betrayal.
"I-” Alana didn't know what to say. Did she introduce herself now? And say what? Thanks, you were a nice fuck? So she said the first thing that came to her mind. "Where are my clothes?"
"Somewhere in the living room, I think." Louis responded, giving it a thought. "Although, I'm not sure whether it is wearable anymore."
The smile that followed his statement made Alana's cheeks burn in humiliation. Had she been that wanton? Or had it been him? She was taken aback when she felt Louis tracing his finger along her cheekbones.
"It has become difficult to find a woman who still blushes. I would've honestly thought that you're a virgin if I didn't know better."
His remark made Alana blush even more and she decided to put a stop to it by getting up in a sitting position. She realized instantly that it had been a bad move as her eyes were met by the sight of his huge erection. Alana covered her eyes with her palms instantly as she felt all the hair in her body rise in reaction. She felt a little better after realizing that he wasn't as immune to her as he had first let on.
"For crying out loud, put some clothes on!" Alana exclaimed, trying not to freak out but failing.
Louis chuckled as he asked cheekily, "You don't like what's in front of you?"
Alana shook her head in denial, still covering her eyes and suddenly stiffened when she felt Louis' hot breath against her ear. He whispered in a sultry voice, "I think you're lying, love. See, this gives you away."
Alana uncovered her face when she felt his warm thumb caressing one of her erect nipples. She quickly crossed her hand over her chest once she realized that it had been on display and that her nipples had hardened at the image of his hardened shaft.
Louis chuckled once more and decided to cut her some slack. He got up from the bed and stretched, making Alana take a peek at his tight bare bum and his long, thick manhood as it hung gloriously.
"So umm- I'm gonna hop into to the shower. Pick out any clothes you like from my closet." Louis started awkwardly, indicating towards a well hidden door and letting Alana know subtly that it would be the right time for her to see herself out. Alana merely nodded her head in understanding, slightly disappointed in his lack of attempt to seduce her.
She was about to wrap the cover around her body and get up when she heard him add in a seductive voice, "Unless you'd like to join me?"
Alana turned back to look at him and was surprised to see the challenge in his eyes, as he raised one of his eye brows. He continued, "I mean, it's not like we're gonna meet ever again. Might as well enjoy while you're here. Right?"
Louis could tell by her composure and her big doe eyes that she was ready to flee, and mentally kicked himself for prolonging this. He was about to walk away when he saw her get up from the bed and start walking towards the bathroom, her back turned to him. To say he was stunned would be an understatement.
Louis watched as she reached the bathroom door and dropped the sheet that was wrapped around her, turning back and giving him a small nervous smile. Louis felt all the blood rush to his lower region and padded his way to the occupied bathroom with a smirk on his face.
Notes
A/N: Hi there, everyone! :) So, this is the prologue of the story. Don't know if anyone will like it since it has a lot of explicit and smut scenes. Please show me your support through votes, subscriptions and votes if you do like it? :) If it doesn't turn out well, I'll discontinue. This is sort of an experimental story. So, I hope you like it! :)Question: Should I write the next chapter as the shower scene? In that case it will contain graphic smut. Or should I skip through it?
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9/25/16