Batao batao first chapter kaisa tha??



Days have passed, and I'm still stuck thinking about that one kiss he left on me.

Before him, I didn't know how it felt to be touched with love, but if just his kiss had me spiraling like this, I can't help but wonder, what would have happened if he'd gone further?

I don't know why he disappeared into thin air. Did he think I wasn't the one for him?

Or maybe he decided I couldn't keep up with the wild expectations Kylie keeps talking about.

Either way, I'm doomed to remember my first kiss forever.

It's Saturday, which means, it's my bakery's cleaning day. Time to restock and clean up the bakery .

I invited Kylie over to help or you can say , more accurately, to distract me with her endless gossip.

As I scrubbed the counter, she wasted no time. "Alright, spill! What happened with that hottie? Don't act like you didn't get down to business."

I froze. "Well... we didn't do anything."

Her eyes shot daggers at me. "Don't you dare. You better not say what I think you're about to say."

"...other than a... kiss."

She gasped like I just told her I committed a crime. "Are you telling me you paid that man-the devilishly hot escort, just for a kiss? A kiss?!"

I nodded, feeling the embarrassment crawl up my neck. But I still wonder why he didn't take money , it was escorts job to have sex and get paid for that .

Kylie leaned in, her eyes wide with curiosity, whispering to Ayla. "Wait... was it a kiss on the horizontal lips or the vertical ones?"

I blinked, completely caught off guard. "What? Kylie, what kind of question is that?"

Kylie crossed her arms, her face dead serious. "You know exactly what I'm asking. Horizontal or vertical?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Kylie looked shocked, her eyes wide as when I looked in confusion at her .

"I can't believe you're my sister," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"The horizontal one is the kind you're showing me . And the vertical one is what your future husband will get to see."

My eyes widened at realisation and I don't know why , I burst out laughing. "Kylie! It was just a normal kiss! On the mouth!"

She dramatically threw her hands up in the air. "Oh, for heaven's sake! I thought we were talking about something way more scandalous! You had me all excited for nothing."

"What a waste of a perfectly good ... No bad hootie man! You could've at least.." she added ,

"I know, I know!" I cut her off, but she was on a roll now.

"Nope, nope. You deserve this. Now go on and live the rest of your life thinking about that one kiss like the sad little romantic you are."

Mentally, I groaned. That's exactly what I'm doing.

Trying to steer the conversation away from my kiss disaster, I asked, "So, how was your night at the s*x club? Did you have fun?"

Kylie let out an exaggerated sigh. "Girl, let me tell you. It started off great during foreplay, but the second he whipped out his d!ck, my mood did a complete 180 turn."

" I mean, when he entered, I swear it felt like he was tickling my pvssy, not even joking! Like, I paid for a good time, not some 3-inch comedy act! My fingers would have done better job than that dick brush."

I burst out laughing, my stomach hurting at her words. Tickling her with his d!ck? Was she serious?

"I'm honestly so disappointed. Now I desperately need a proper fuck to clear out this s*xual tension, because honestly, what he did? A makeup brush could do the same. Just a little tickle here, a tickle there.." she mimed applying blush, and I lost it completely, doubling over with laughter.

"Girl, I was actually considering, what if I tried it with the brush..."

"Do you have a death wish?" I gasped between laughs.

"No, babe. I have a fuck wish. And you - well, you're too girly to have a dick. Plus, you're hopelessly straight. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind testing out the bestie to lover trope, you know? Half the world already thinks we're more than just besties, anyway..."

She stopped mid-sentence, and I followed her gaze to see a shadow standing in front of the bakery.

"Okay, you finish cleaning this dump while I go see who's trying to interrupt my rant," she said, sauntering off.

But when she didn't come back after ten minutes, my mind went into overdrive. Has she been kidnapped by some mafia king? Or murdered? What if they made her disappear like in those crime shows?

I yanked off my apron and dashed to the front door, heart pounding. What I found stopped me in my tracks.

There she was, Kylie-shaking hands with someone, her other hand clutched dramatically to her chest like she was meeting a celebrity.

She stared at him like he was the second coming of Chris Hemsworth.

My eyes drifted down to the mystery man's face, and my jaw nearly hit the floor.

It was him. The devil.

The same guy who vanished after kissing me that night. And here he was, casually shaking hands with Kylie while she swooned like she'd seen a Greek god.

Oh, great, I thought. This night just got a little weirder .

The moment his green eyes locked onto mine, my stomach clenched so hard I thought I'd swallowed a brick.

He quickly let go of Kylie's hand, but she was still too busy ogling him like he was a buffet at a five-star hotel. I felt secondhand embarrassment creep up on me.

When Kylie finally noticed how intently he was staring at me, she shot me a sly wink, her mind clearly in overdrive.

"Well, Mr. Devil," she purred, "as much as I'd love to enjoy your fine company, I have things to do. But don't worry, I'll catch up with you some other time."

He barely glanced at her to nod, his eyes snapping right back to me like I was the only person in the room.

Kylie strolled over, giving me a quick hug, but my eyes widened when she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Babe, let him fvck you over that table so I can die in peace."

Before I could even process what she said, she shot me a cheeky grin and sauntered out of the bakery, leaving me standing there like a deer caught in headlights.

"Umm, hi. How can I help you?" I asked, nervously tucking my hair behind my ears.

He smirked, his green eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, Miss Cupcake, there are plenty of ways you could help me, but for now, I'm just here for a favor. I need a blueberry cheesecake."

"For... you?" I asked, trying not to sound too surprised.

"No, it's for my baby," he replied casually.

My brain short-circuited for a second. Baby? He has a baby? That's... fast. But wait, he doesn't look like a dad. Maybe it's his nephew? Yeah, probably a nephew or something.

I cleared my throat. "Oh, um, well, the bakery's actually closed right now."

His smirk deepened, like he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having on me. "Could you make an exception? Do me a favor, just this once?"

I hesitated, looking around the empty bakery. "Okay but Why didn't you take the money for the, um... last time?" I blurted out, still confused by the kiss and his sudden disappearance.

He didn't answer immediately, just stared at me with those intense eyes. After a pause, he said, "Let's just say I'd rather you return the favor by making me a cake."

I blinked, unsure of how to respond. A favor? For a kiss? This man was impossible to figure out. But one thing was clear: I wasn't getting out of this cheesecake request any time soon.

He insisted on helping me with the cake, but for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hinting at something else.

Still, I went along with it, trying to keep my mind focused on the task at hand.

As I started baking, he helped grab ingredients and utensils, but always kept a careful distance from me- like he was making sure there was no accidental touch.

It was oddly respectful, considering the intensity of our last encounter.

We fell into conversation, and I found out that he wasn't actually an escort. He didn't go into detail about what he really does, though. Just said he works in a "dangerous field," whatever that meant.

The mystery only made him more intriguing, and also slightly concerning. If he's really not an escort then why he was at that sight and why he accepted my profile . But I think it's his personal things I shouldn't ask more even though I wanted to .

In return, I told him about how I opened the bakery and my dream of expanding it with branches across the world, especially in India. Also I thought him how to bake a cake .

He seemed genuinely interested, and for that I was grateful. But thank God he didn't pry into anything too personal-I'd have probably melted into a puddle of nerves.

He wasn't exactly sweet,more of a grumpy, brooding type but somehow, that made it even hotter being alone with him in the shop.

His presence was electrifying, yet calm at the same time, and I knew full well that Kylie had disappeared intentionally. No way was that an accident. She clearly wanted to give me some one-on-one time with him.

By the time I finished baking the cake, all I needed was the blueberries and a few other things for the topping. But, of course, Kylie had arranged them on the top shelf way out of my reach. My hands couldn't even graze the edge of the shelf.

Determined not to ask for help, I tiptoed, stretching my arms as far as I could, fingertips barely brushing the jar.

Suddenly, I froze. I could feel him behind me, his presence overwhelming, and before I knew it, he'd stepped closer. His hand braced against the counter on my left side, and his other hand reached up, right beside mine, almost touching my skin.

When his hand finally grabbed the jar, his fingers brushed mine lightly. That small touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My breath hitched, and it felt like every nerve in me was set on fire.

He didn't move away immediately; instead, he lingered close enough for me to feel the heat of his body, his breath grazing the back of my neck.

"You should've asked for help," he murmured, his voice low, rough, sending shivers down my spine.

"I thought I could manage," I replied, though my voice came out shaky, betraying my attempt to stay composed.

He leaned in just a little more, his lips brushing dangerously close to my ear. "Doesn't hurt to ask, you know."

The tension between us was thick, and I could feel his body heat seeping into me. My heart pounded, and it was suddenly very, very hard to concentrate on anything except how close he was.

I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin, the way his body crowded mine without touching, but it felt more intimate than any touch.

He placed the jar on the counter, but didn't move back "You always this stubborn?" he teased, his voice sending another shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Only when I need to be."

His lips curved into a smirk. "Interesting."

I turned around slowly towards him, my body betraying me as heat pooled in my stomach. His hand brushed mine again, lingering just a second too long, and I could feel the tension crackling in the air between us.

"I think you're enjoying this more than the cake," he said in a low voice, the teasing note unmistakable.

I shot him a quick glare, but I knew he wasn't wrong. " So you are !"

"If you want more than just this," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to my ear, "I can give you all of it, however long you need. Trust me, I'll make sure you're fully satisfied."

My heart pounded in my chest, and my mind raced for a response. But the words wouldn't come. I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent, my breath caught somewhere between anticipation and hesitation.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at me, his gaze intense. "Don't overthink it, cupcake. If you want this, just say yes. If not, we'll walk away, and our paths won't cross again."

His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it- a quiet promise that lingered between us. I felt the weight of his words, the decision hanging in the air like a thread waiting to be pulled.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "What... what exactly are you offering?" I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

A slow, almost predatory smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Everything. No half measures. If you say yes, I'll make sure you don't regret it."

I felt my body tense with the intensity of his gaze, my pulse quickening. His words dripped with confidence, as though he knew exactly what he could do, exactly how to break through the walls I didn't even realize I'd built.

"But," he continued, his voice dropping lower, almost a growl, "if you don't want this, say no. I'll respect that. You'll never have to see me again."

He stepped back just a little, giving me space but leaving the tension thick in the air. I could still feel the heat of him, the pull of his presence making it hard to think clearly.

My heart raced as I considered his offer, torn between the safe choice and the temptation standing right in front of me.

His eyes held mine, waiting for my answer, his patience somehow more unnerving than his touch .

The memory of that night flooded back, his body dripping wet from the rain, the heat of the kiss still fresh in my mind.

And now, with him standing so close, the air between us charged with tension, I didn't hesitate. Without a second thought, I grabbed his collar and pulled him toward me.

Our lips collided, a heated, urgent meeting that sent sparks through my entire body. He tasted of arousal and cigarette smoke, a mix that should have repelled me but only ignited my desire.

The kiss deepened, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me tighter against him.

I gently cupped both sides of his neck, my fingers grazing his warm skin, pulling him closer as our lips met in a desperate, hungry kiss.

My mouth sought his lower lip, capturing it between my teeth, sucking gently as he mirrored my movements, his lips working against mine with an intoxicating rhythm.

Our breath was ragged, shallow, but I couldn't pull away,I needed him. His lips felt like oxygen, essential and consuming, and I was completely lost in the heat of the moment, craving more.

He was the one to break the kiss, leaving me breathless, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to catch my breath. It was then I realized I was still wearing the same tank top from last night- because who wears a fancy outfit while cleaning?

But the real issue was my cleavage was clearly visible. My eyes instinctively dropped to my chest, and I could feel his gaze follow mine.

When I finally looked up, he averted his eyes after a few lingering seconds, the heat rising to my cheeks, turning them a deep shade of red.

I playfully hit his chest amd he closed the distance between us, but he suddenly stopped. Leaning in, his lips brushed against my ear before he began teasing my earlobe with slow, deliberate licks.

A soft moan escaped my lips, a sound I didn't even recognize as my own. I'd only ever heard Kylie fake moaning in front of me, or when I accidentally walked in on her with someone,but this was different.

My moans seemed to do something to him because the next moment, he bit down gently on my earlobe, and I found myself melting into him even more.

As his hands moved to the hem of my top, I froze, my heart pounding with anxiety. Gently, I grabbed his wrists, stopping him. "Please... don't take off the shirt," I whispered, my voice shaky with panic.

Sensing my distress, he immediately pulled back, his eyes filled with concern. He reached up and caressed my cheek softly, his touch grounding me. "I'm really sorry, I won't," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

I was stunned-he didn't even ask why, didn't push for an explanation. The scars, hidden beneath the fabric, the ones my parents had left behind, were my secret.

I was terrified of him seeing them, of him knowing that part of my past. But his silence, his understanding, made my heart ache in a way I hadn't expected.

"Can I go down on you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. My hand instinctively tightened around his bicep in response, my body nodding even though my mind was racing, unsure of what was coming next.

He smirked, his lips brushing my ear again. "Then, cupcakes, let's take this to the other room. As much as I'd love to bend you over this counter and have my way with you, I wouldn't want to ruin the cake-or the spot you work at every day."

His fingers traced a slow line down my spine, sending shivers through me. "Besides," he added, his voice low and teasing, "I want to take my time with you, savor every single moment." His eyes darkened as he pulled me closer, the promise of what was to come thick in the air.

I led him to the small restroom tucked away at the back of the bakery.

The moment we stepped inside, he locked the door with a swift motion, and before I could process it, he gently pushed me onto the couch,not forcefully, but with a tenderness that somehow made the moment even hotter.

My body was on fire, and all I could think was how badly I wanted him.What the hell is wrong with me? This is the first time I truly understand what it means to be aroused.

I hadn't even noticed when he knelt down in front of me, my jeans were already discarded on the floor.

Slowly, he leaned closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and with a playful tug of his teeth, he began to pull my panties down, his gaze dark with intent.

The anticipation sent a wave of heat through me, and I bit my lip, my heart racing at what was about to happen.

He stared intently at my pussy before his gaze flicked back up to meet mine.

"You look so delicious, cupcake. I can't help but wonder how you'd taste," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

The way he looked at me made my thighs instinctively clench together, but he gently pulled my legs apart, shaking his head with a teasing smirk of disappointment. His eyes searched mine for confirmation, silently asking for permission.

My body trembled, but I blinked in response, giving him the signal he needed. I needed this man in front of me, more than I could ever put into words.

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