2. One night stand

It took nothing less than few minutes of obscene talks and little laughs for Yara and Grayson to get into an actual conversation.

"Cara was saying something about you guys coming here to celebrate just because you got recognized by a big fashion company." Grayson spoke with so much impudence.

"Just?" Yara raised a brow, a bit annoyed at his nonchalancy.

Ooh.

She had remembered. It was the almighty Grayson Dolan that Cara always told her about. She knew she had probably seen this face somewhere in the net, when Cara had introduced him to her.

What a wench!

"That wasn't meant to come out that way. Congratulations to you, though." Grayson chuckled, giving her one of his sly looks.

Rolling her eyes, Yara looked away briefly, cursing herself for how both sides of Grayson kept turning her on.

She parted her legs a bit and grazed a finger from her right hand which was under the table, on her core. And just like she thought, it was wet in the most pathetic way.

Her teeth dug into her lower lip as she stifled the sound coming from the back of her throat.

"More shots?" Grayson narrowed his eyes on her.

"No, no." She shook her head but still went ahead to lift up the Tequila shot, gulping it down as she nearly choked.

"Easy." Grayson chuckled, wondering when women would ever change.

He knew she wanted what he wanted. But what he understood not was why she fucking playing hard to get.

Hard to fuck.

Hard to thrust into!

He knew he would do all to her tonight and even more. For she was such an enticement.

"I'm wondering..." Yara slurred.

"Can you make a woman feel good?" She asked, turning her face away from his burning gaze.

Chuckling darkly, Grayson retorted. "You should be more direct with your words, Yara. I can make you feel good."

All that ran through Yara's mind was how he called her name.

Yara. Yara. Yara.

Damn, she loved the sound of her name in his mouth.

Now, she wondered how he would sound when he mounts her and let her ride him.

"You're so cocky." Yara pointed out, feeling frustrated.

"Maybe you should focus on your friend who's about to roll of her chair and give herself life long injuries." He said, nodding towards Angelina.

Yara quickly adjusted Angelina on her seat and checked the time. It was two hours to midnight. And Cara was yet to back with Eleanor.

"She could suite herself." Yara spoke rather desperately, as she stood up signaling to Grayson to follow her out.

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Grayson ended up being the one who led her into one of the secluded, VIP rooms in Montero.

Pulling off his shirt, Grayson stared at Yara, whipped by her spell binding beauty, allured by her electric blue eyes and completely enthralled by her being.

She was so damn perfect and he couldn't help but pull her into him.

The full of her chest right against his hard one and the curves of her body in collision with his below. And without thinking, Grayson cupped her face and let his eyes stare into hers, drowning in its rich, transparent blue.

Damn, this lady evoked all sorts of emotions from him!

Tilting his head, Yara shut her eyes as he began kissing her with so great a fervency. And lord have mercy, for his lips were soft, velvetlike and damn skilled as he caught her lower lips in a sweet torture and nibbled diligently on it.

Yara craned her neck with a sigh escaping her lips as her hands went straight to his hair, pulling and moaning while on it.

Grayson paused the kiss, taking in her breathe which had been tangled with his, before capturing her lips once more in a maddening rush, slipping the full of his tongue inside hers, rubbing, sucking and stroking with full intensity.

Yara couldn't no longer control the sounds from lips as she moaned shamelessly while grabbing Grayson's upper arm to avoid her shaky legs give way for her to fall.

Taking hint, he carried her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. With quick strides, he carried her towards the wall.

"Y-Yara," He whispered, reaching for the back of her dress, unzipping it with his skillful hands.

The way her body reacted to his touch, was a thing of wonder. It ached, wreathed and shook as his lips covered each skin, the pulling of her dress had unveiled.

"So- So fucking beautiful." He muttered in awe.

Taking his lips back to his honey pot- her mouth, he unbuckled his pant and adjusted himself between her before thrusting in and out and in, into her wet core; all the while maintaining eye contact with her.

Goodness!

Yara didn't know what language she was speaking in cause she knew her utterances was nothing but a sweet nonsense. Grayson was so much better than what she had imagined and always dreamt of.

At first, her lips which were against his, were shaky a bit as the pain before the pleasure had hurt a little.

Now she felt like her soul was raptured and she was riding her way into paradise. She met Gray's half way through each thrusts and they began flowing in a perfect sync.

"G-Gray-Grayson!" She tore her lips for his, screaming in undiluted ecstacy as she reached her release, even with him still inside of her.

Her fingers were dug into the skin of his back. But Grayson wasn't through with his trip to paradise.

He walked with her legs still around his waist, towards the bed and slowly set themselves on it.

Raising one leg of hers higher, Grayson succeeded in reaching his own release as he emptied himself inside a quivering Yara whose eyes has rolled backwards in utter pleasure.

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The sun had risen and rays of it's blinding lights had peaked through the parted curtains, resting on the two bodies entangled together.

Yara stirred in the bed before waking up from sleep. She simultaneously yawned while pushing few strands of hair away from her face.

She was disconcerted, as how she was in a strange room. Instead of curtains, she had blinds in her room. So this was definitely not the room in her small apartment at .

Trying to turn around, she felt a weight on her leg and her heart skipped a beat.  

Suddenly widening her eyes, she looked over her shoulder and saw Grayson freaking Dolan... in all his nudity!

What could be going on?

Yara looked down at herself and saw that she was in no better state. In shock, she gasped with her left hand covering her mouth.

Quick, quick! She had to get out of here.

Memories of what happened last night, all originating from her drunkenness, began flooding her mind.

What had come over her? Why had Cara left here? Why...

She shook her head suddenly remembering when her best friend had told her of her intention of getting Eleanor.

Damn!

Slowly and carefully disentangling herself, Yara bit on her bottom lip as pain shot up her inner thighs.

She had to leave. She knew she had to. For, there was no way she would stay back and wait till Grayson would wake up and probably, humiliate her.

He was just some rich fuck boy that didn't do girls twice.

Even though it had really hurt Yara that she had to leave just like that, after opening up herself to a man for the first time; she had a breakable heart to protect.

And that, she was going with protect with every single thing in her.