Chapter 9. Not What I Planned

Mia’s POV

“Look, Sofia… You don’t want to do this, you need to…”

“I’m burning hot, Drake... Just shut up and fuck me already.” I scolded angrily when he tried to reason with me again. We have just gotten into a very luxurious suite, I wasn’t expecting such luxury in this club. Carrie had mentioned it earlier, but I thought it would be one of those regular rooms with just a bed and a noisy ceiling fan dangling from the roof. I never expected such a comfy suite. The universe must be in agreement with me, this is just perfect. 

“You are going to regret this in the morning, Sofia. Trust me.” He added in a calm, pleading tone, trying desperately to get me to change my mind.

I looked up at him, looking into his eyes, smirking. He is so handsome, so perfect. I’m offering him my body on a platter of gold, yet he is turning me down. He must either be a saint or an angel and even if this is supposed to be a one-time thing, I’m never going to forg