All That She Wants
Nov 11, 2016 2:07:10 GMT -5
Post by Justine on Nov 11, 2016 2:07:10 GMT -5
Saturday 6th of November
2:32am
Rarotonga Beach Resort & Spa, Cook Island
“You sure you don’t want to get drunk with the girls?”
Mercy was sipping on a pina colada with a little umbrella when she looked up over at the man sitting beside her on a barstool. It was a late night at the beachside bar in the island of Rarotonga where Mercy had flown in to celebrate a family wedding. The man was someone she is familiar with, his name is Daniel Widdel. He’s a wrestler who briefly trained Mercy not long ago by the connection of his wife, Amiee Vaughan.
Daniel was a 33 year old caucasian male, brown hair, green eyes with handsome features. He was attractive alright, but he was married man hence why he questioned Mercy’s motives of ditching the girls from the wedding party.
“Ehh..” Mercy shrugged her shoulders unclasping her lips from the straw. “I’m not in the partying mood, you know how your wife is. She’s wild and crazy and I’d rather just rather not. I needed to get away from it all.”
“But you’re Australian, isn’t it in your DNA to get blackout drunk?” Daniel cracked a joke, rubbing his beard.
Mercy shot Daniel a look to show she was initially offended by the joke, but softened her glare when she agreed that Australian’s get drunk is pretty much their thing.
“True, getting smashed is our culture. But you know, I just want to stay in one place and drink up on my own. I mean, everytime I go out, every friend wants to set me up with some guy. Really, who actually finds a soulmate at a bar? It’s only useful for one night stands.”
“And the problem is?” Daniel raised an eyebrow at Mercy’s observation.
“Maybe I don’t want to sleep around you know. I’m not that kind of girl.”
Mercy slammed her fist on the table facing her chest towards Daniel who pressed his lips together and eyed Mercy’s ample cleavage in her short green mini dress.
“But.. Why.” Daniel looked up from Mercy’s chest to her eyes before she got too suspicious of his wandering eye. “Why do you want to hang out with boring old me?”
“You’re like the only one not getting drunk with the wedding party and you’re all alone.” Mercy eyed Daniel’s glass of a non-alcoholic beverage of a coke.
Daniel sighed. “I suppose so.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why don’t you drink?”
Daniel frowned, obviously the topic was something he didn’t really like to discuss but since Mercy nicely asked, he had to oblige.
“Long story short - I was an alcoholic. It got me in a few alcohol related altercations where one incident got me arrested. I needed to regain my life, I had to make the choice not to drink for my physical and mental health.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Mercy rested her hand on top of Daniel’s hand that was rested on his thigh.
Without realising, Mercy was getting a bit touchy-feely by rubbing her hand up and down Daniel’s hand. Mercy could feel her the sudden urge of attraction to Daniel. Maybe it was because she almost finished her second cocktail, a round of shots and all the champagne she had earlier.
“Nothing to be sorry about…” Daniel trailed off feeling Mercy’s sensual touch going up and down his thigh as he moved his hand away from hers.
“How..How do you refrain from all the drinking? Is it… Easy?”
“Wel---”
Before Daniel could even answer, Mercy swung her hand away to flick her hair but underestimated her momentum as she fell backwards off the chair and onto the floor.
“Oh Shit.” Daniel exclaimed as he managed to grab Mercy before she landed on to the floor “Are you okay?”
“I’m-- I mayyyyy… Be… Drunked…?” Mercy stammered with her words, embarrassed and somewhat finding pleasure in Daniel holding her so gently.
“I think it’s time you head to bed young lady…”
Daniel helped Mercy back to her feet as she leant into him, resting her hand on his chest.
“Ye---Yess, can you come with me please…” Mercy murmur into his chest.
Daniel carefully guided the inebriated Mercy out of the bar to her accommodation as the gentleman he is. Mercy stumbled with her footing because of her heels but Daniel was quick to catch her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, Daniel had no choice but to pick up her legs and carry her down the pathway. Mercy giggled and playfully kicking her legs while she reminisced of how her ex-boyfriend used to carry her in a similar way. Daniel arrived at the door of Mercy’s room and gingerly placed her to her feet. Mercy still had her arm around Daniel’s neck and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Daniel’s eye widen at first, but relaxed guiding his hand onto her backside as he kissed her back.
Daniel slowly pushed Mercy away before anything could go any further. “You’re drunk…”
Saturday 6th of November
11:21am
Mercy woke up with the sun glaring through the curtains in the room of the resort she was staying in. Mercy ruffled her long hair, instantly feeling a throbbing headache. Mercy made a face as she looked down to see she was only in bra and panties.
“Oh I’m never drinking again.” Mercy muttered to herself.
Mercy got a sudden jolt, now recalling what happened last night. Mercy rubbed her lips with her fingers, remembering that she had kissed a married man. Even though she was drunk, she could remember how attracted she was to the man. Daniel generously helped her back into her room and made sure she was safe. He didn’t take advantage of her despite how she shamefully threw herself all over him.
Mercy cupped her hand to her head and shook her head. Mercy looked up across the room to see a reflection of her hangover self.
“Oh bloody hell.” Mercy rose out of the bed and noticed she slept in her makeup. Mercy frowned now coming to a new realization. She had developed feelings for Daniel and it was something she couldn’t shake.
2:32am
Rarotonga Beach Resort & Spa, Cook Island
“You sure you don’t want to get drunk with the girls?”
Mercy was sipping on a pina colada with a little umbrella when she looked up over at the man sitting beside her on a barstool. It was a late night at the beachside bar in the island of Rarotonga where Mercy had flown in to celebrate a family wedding. The man was someone she is familiar with, his name is Daniel Widdel. He’s a wrestler who briefly trained Mercy not long ago by the connection of his wife, Amiee Vaughan.
Daniel was a 33 year old caucasian male, brown hair, green eyes with handsome features. He was attractive alright, but he was married man hence why he questioned Mercy’s motives of ditching the girls from the wedding party.
“Ehh..” Mercy shrugged her shoulders unclasping her lips from the straw. “I’m not in the partying mood, you know how your wife is. She’s wild and crazy and I’d rather just rather not. I needed to get away from it all.”
“But you’re Australian, isn’t it in your DNA to get blackout drunk?” Daniel cracked a joke, rubbing his beard.
Mercy shot Daniel a look to show she was initially offended by the joke, but softened her glare when she agreed that Australian’s get drunk is pretty much their thing.
“True, getting smashed is our culture. But you know, I just want to stay in one place and drink up on my own. I mean, everytime I go out, every friend wants to set me up with some guy. Really, who actually finds a soulmate at a bar? It’s only useful for one night stands.”
“And the problem is?” Daniel raised an eyebrow at Mercy’s observation.
“Maybe I don’t want to sleep around you know. I’m not that kind of girl.”
Mercy slammed her fist on the table facing her chest towards Daniel who pressed his lips together and eyed Mercy’s ample cleavage in her short green mini dress.
“But.. Why.” Daniel looked up from Mercy’s chest to her eyes before she got too suspicious of his wandering eye. “Why do you want to hang out with boring old me?”
“You’re like the only one not getting drunk with the wedding party and you’re all alone.” Mercy eyed Daniel’s glass of a non-alcoholic beverage of a coke.
Daniel sighed. “I suppose so.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why don’t you drink?”
Daniel frowned, obviously the topic was something he didn’t really like to discuss but since Mercy nicely asked, he had to oblige.
“Long story short - I was an alcoholic. It got me in a few alcohol related altercations where one incident got me arrested. I needed to regain my life, I had to make the choice not to drink for my physical and mental health.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Mercy rested her hand on top of Daniel’s hand that was rested on his thigh.
Without realising, Mercy was getting a bit touchy-feely by rubbing her hand up and down Daniel’s hand. Mercy could feel her the sudden urge of attraction to Daniel. Maybe it was because she almost finished her second cocktail, a round of shots and all the champagne she had earlier.
“Nothing to be sorry about…” Daniel trailed off feeling Mercy’s sensual touch going up and down his thigh as he moved his hand away from hers.
“How..How do you refrain from all the drinking? Is it… Easy?”
“Wel---”
Before Daniel could even answer, Mercy swung her hand away to flick her hair but underestimated her momentum as she fell backwards off the chair and onto the floor.
“Oh Shit.” Daniel exclaimed as he managed to grab Mercy before she landed on to the floor “Are you okay?”
“I’m-- I mayyyyy… Be… Drunked…?” Mercy stammered with her words, embarrassed and somewhat finding pleasure in Daniel holding her so gently.
“I think it’s time you head to bed young lady…”
Daniel helped Mercy back to her feet as she leant into him, resting her hand on his chest.
“Ye---Yess, can you come with me please…” Mercy murmur into his chest.
Daniel carefully guided the inebriated Mercy out of the bar to her accommodation as the gentleman he is. Mercy stumbled with her footing because of her heels but Daniel was quick to catch her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, Daniel had no choice but to pick up her legs and carry her down the pathway. Mercy giggled and playfully kicking her legs while she reminisced of how her ex-boyfriend used to carry her in a similar way. Daniel arrived at the door of Mercy’s room and gingerly placed her to her feet. Mercy still had her arm around Daniel’s neck and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Daniel’s eye widen at first, but relaxed guiding his hand onto her backside as he kissed her back.
Daniel slowly pushed Mercy away before anything could go any further. “You’re drunk…”
Saturday 6th of November
11:21am
Mercy woke up with the sun glaring through the curtains in the room of the resort she was staying in. Mercy ruffled her long hair, instantly feeling a throbbing headache. Mercy made a face as she looked down to see she was only in bra and panties.
“Oh I’m never drinking again.” Mercy muttered to herself.
Mercy got a sudden jolt, now recalling what happened last night. Mercy rubbed her lips with her fingers, remembering that she had kissed a married man. Even though she was drunk, she could remember how attracted she was to the man. Daniel generously helped her back into her room and made sure she was safe. He didn’t take advantage of her despite how she shamefully threw herself all over him.
Mercy cupped her hand to her head and shook her head. Mercy looked up across the room to see a reflection of her hangover self.
“Oh bloody hell.” Mercy rose out of the bed and noticed she slept in her makeup. Mercy frowned now coming to a new realization. She had developed feelings for Daniel and it was something she couldn’t shake.
