CHAPTER 136: FORBIDDEN MOMENT

Ivar’s roar of laughter echoed at the tranquility of our surroundings. He is laughing out loud like I’ve said something so hilarious, which made me halt and look back at him with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. He is laughing like there’s no tomorrow, which instinctively pissed me even more. 

“What are you laughing at? You’re starting to piss me off, Ivar! I’m not in the mood nor have the time to joke around with you!” 

“You wish to know why I am laughing my heart out, Sweetheart?” I didn’t answer back and stared at him fiercely. An eyebrow of mine was arched and my posture screams irritation and displeasure. He promptly raised both of his hands as if in surrender before faking a cough and stopped laughing. “Alright, alright! I will stop laughing even though you were too hilarious, Pamela,” He slowly walked towards me and stood an inch away from where I am. “I apologize, Sweetheart. I didn’t mean to piss you off, but what you said was extremely fascinating and completely amused me.” 

“I didn’t say anything funny, Ivar.” 

“Not for you, yes, but for me? What you just uttered was the most rib-tickling joke I’ve ever heard for such a long time.” I eyed him even more strikingly. I really don’t have a clue what he was pertaining to. 

‘What’s funny with what I just said? I only truthfully voiced out what I knew he wanted from me. He may be the type of man that’s really eye-catching to women, but I am not the type of woman who would drool over a man just because of his enticing and gorgeous physique.’

“I wasn’t joking, Ivar.” 

“Oh so you really thought that I wanted to get laid with you? Was that it, huh Sweetheart? Did you think that by leading you to my private room that I wish to have sex with you?”

“Isn’t that what you meant by loosening up?”

“Hahahahaha! Oooops! I’m sorry to laugh once again, Pamela. I can’t help it. Hahahahaha!” 

“Quit laughing, Ivar! You’re annoying me!” 

“Sorry, sorry, Sweetheart. But let me clear one thing with you,” His right hand swiftly brushes the side of my face that sends shivers down my spine. Something inside of me ignited that I can’t understand why. “I was leading you to my room, so we can have a drink and shoo away those cobwebs inside your head. Although I must admit that you enticed my carnal needs and I liked you, I don’t go with women who are taken at the moment. Perhaps when you and Michael got separated, then I might kinda consider you to be my mistress, but that is if you would only agree.” 

I felt my whole body get soaked in a tub full of humiliation. The fierceness that my face showed earlier suddenly became ashen as embarrassment overtook me in total submission. 

“I thought…” 

“Oh Sweetheart, I loved to have a taste of you, believe me I do. But now isn’t the right time to do so. If only Michael wasn’t any longer a part of your life, I would take you right here and right now. I will let you experience heaven the way you’ve never experienced before with your current lover.” 

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but his mere words created a tingling sensation down to my very center. I could feel my blood rushing with excitement. A huge part of my body desired to experience what he declared. There seemed to be butterflies flying inside my stomach, which ignited a furnace deep within my core. 

‘What the fuck! What’s wrong with me? Why does my body suddenly ache to be touched by this man? Why do I suddenly wish to be taken by this man in front of me and feel him? Have I gone crazy? Did my heartaches to Michael cause me to act like a desperate barren woman, who hasn't had sex for months?’ 

I hastily cleared my throat, hoping that my dirty mind would get cleared as well before I speak. “What makes you think that I will agree with you even if Michael and I are through? You’re so sure of yourself, Ivar.” 

“Is that so?” 

With one swift and determinedly accurate movement, his hands immediately secured both the sides of my face as his lips promptly devoured mine, which caught me off guard. My mind screams and totally objects with his unexpected assault, telling me to push him away because this isn’t right and I am in love with Michael, but unbelievably, my body wouldn’t cooperate and just let him do as he wished. Seconds after of his unforeseen action as he continues to ravish my lips                                      and playing with my tongue, I feel myself giving in to the sweetness of his kisses that my hands automatically anchored around his necks and pulling him even closer. We kissed for God knows how long. There was something with his kisses that made me surrender in this forbidden moment, forgetting my current situation with my fiance and drowning at the sensation Ivar is giving me. 

When he freed my lips, an inevitable moan escaped my throat and uttered his name with such burning desire. “Ivar…” 

“Fuck, Pamela, I didn’t expect that kissing you like this would drive me crazy. This isn’t me, but fucking shit, I want you. I want to take you now in my room and feel all of you. My body aches to be inside you, Sweetheart. I want to hear you cry in pleasure, screaming my name countless times and get deeply satisfied with me.” My head was spinning at his bold declaration. Everything he whispered was exactly what I wanted to happen now as well. I want him to fuck me countless times. I want him to drive me crazy and be completely blown away by his orgasm. I desire to be filled by him and experience what it is like to be desired by another man. He stared at me straight in the eye, looking for something I don’t know what. Then after a short while, he took a few steps backward then paused. “Come and follow me to my room, Sweetheart, if your body aches for me too. I will take you to my world where only the chosen few have witnessed and loved. I promised you, Pamela, you will never regret it once you do so.” And with that, he started to slowly strode away from me, leaving me undecided and thinking. 

‘Don’t be foolish, Pamela! You knew perfectly well what would happen once Michael learned about this. Ivar’s world isn’t the place you wanted to be, not an inch. Don’t swim in the ocean full of deadly sharks. You’ll ruin your life even more if you obey and follow him. Ivar isn’t your kind of man, he isn't your type. You’ll be digging your own grave if you play with his game.’ 

But the more my mind protests, I feel my feet gradually stepping forward, as if they have a mind of their own. I followed Ivar’s lead and blocked away every objection my mind was scolding me at.