sound of footsteps coming towards my club room ,they entered my room. greeted me "Good Evening". they were male models I ordered for me. 

huh....manager, aren't there any more handsome one

manager: Yes, we do have .please wait for a moment mam. 

all of you leave, manager said.

[FLASHBACK]

[After stamping on final divorce agreement on way coming out of civil bureau, my ex-husband twisted my arm and started cursing me as I divorced him for cheating on me with pregnant mistress.

I replied: ok, do you want to wait till I impose other men's child on you to divorce you.

His anger went high, just by listening this. hmph!]

Being all drunk I came out of the room mummering "handsome male".

moving towards the ZQ and end up falling into his arm. He grabbed my waist.

ZQ: It's her

You are so handsome, lets sleep together tonight dear hmm..huh..!

He lifted me in his arm with a little smirk and went towards his hotel room.

I touched my lips to his lips, he got triggered and pinned me down, 

ZQ: (with a deep breath) I have been looking for you from a long time.

Moved towards me, slowly placed hands on my hair knocked me against the door, his lips locked in my lips hungerly.

He opened the door; kissing is going on. Our foot moved inside the room. 

Grabbing me tighter in his arm, he locked the room. With an intense movement of tongue onto my lips kiss, knocked me towards the door. I pushed him out of shyness, facing backwards, taking a deep breath. 

He came closer and grabbed me little above the waist and back hugged me tightly, slowly started kissing my neck. I got aroused, turned back facing him. Rushed up and took off his blazer, he lifted me on table. I slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, moving my hand all the way to his chest while lip kissing. 

And then, as we both sink into the comfortable mattress, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment. The touch of skin on skin sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce. In this moment, nothing else matters except the passion and connection.