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Rhea

I don't know if it's the drink messing with my head, or I have truly gone crazy but I wanted to know how this man tasted and how he felt about me.

I've lost everything already... I can at least get that... right?

"You're just drunk and don't know what you're saying, I would pretend I didn't hear that," He replied, removing my hand from his.

I frowned hard, and the rejection hit me like a wave. Is he saying I am not worthy enough for him?

Have I really fallen that low, I won’t let myself be rejected like this.

I rushed in front of him, blocking his part. "How can you reject a pretty lady such as myself," I asked, pouting.

He leaned towards me, his face really close to mine. "Do you know what you're asking for?" He asked me.

I raised my face closer to his, our nose touching slightly. "Yes, have sex with me, Mr. Handsome," I smiled at him, and he chuckled.

"Don't cry when you realize what you asked for," he told me and claimed my lips.

Fuck, he tasted sweater than any candy I have ever put in my mouth.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and he held my waist, pulling me closer to himself.

The kiss was desperate, passionate, and hot. Both of us couldn't seem to get enough of each other, and I loved it

Heat rushed through my body and my pussy throbbed uncontrollably, I can't believe how wet I am over a kiss.

He pulled away and I groaned. "Let's book a room," he whispered to me.

"I already have a room, second floor, room 312," I replied and he pulled me towards the elevator.

We got in and I pulled him close, kissing him again, my hand roaming over his back, hair and neck like I didn't quite know where to keep them.

I didn't know how he found the room, but he did, and we got inside after I swiped my key card on the door. I wasted no time in taking off my dress.

"Do you need me to help you?" I asked my hand, hovering over the button on his white shirt.

"If you must," He smirked at me, and I pulled the buttons apart, ripping his shirt.

My hands went to his trousers, and I wasted no time in pulling it off him with his help. He pulled off his boxer briefs himself, and I swallowed hard.

Fuck he was huge.

Even my drunk ass could tell that.

"Love what you see? He asked me, and my eyes went to the smile on his face.

"Would you fit in?" I asked in genuine concern, but he didn’t reply. In seconds, he was on top of me, and my heart raced like never before.

He kissed my neck, biting and nibbling on it, I'm pretty sure he left a hickey there.

A strange sensation sprang through my body, a feeling I never had in my entire sex experience.

He kissed the top of my full breast. Before taking my nipple into his mouth, I moaned in intense pleasure.

His hand found its way to my other breast, squeezing and pitching on my nipple, and it literally made me lose my goddamn mind. "Fuck!" I screamed.

I love this feeling, all I could feel was lust, desire and fucking desperation in the good way.

I pulled him upwards and kissed him on the lips desperately while his hand played with my nipple. I pulled away from the kiss and stared at his eyes.

My eyes sparked with desire. "Fuck me already!" I told him and he chuckled.

"Patiences," He told me, but I wasn't having it.

"I need you inside me, now!" I tell him desperately, more like a plea.

"Are you willing to beg?" He asked, and I bit my lips.

I'm so fucked. Why did I find that hella sexy?

"Please..." I begged.

"Let's see if I fit in," He whispered in my ears, and I could feel my pussy reacting to his words.

I didn't even have the time to think properly before he pushed his length into me, making me groan in both pain and pleasure.

He was stretching me out, so much I don't think I can handle it. "Uhhhhh" a throaty groan left me.

"Fuck you're tight, the walls of your cunt is strangling my cock," he said to me and his dirty words stirred something in me.

I honestly can't believe I am enjoying sex with a stranger while I am most definitely drunk out of my mind.

Why should I care, my life has been a disaster anyway, what's one more bad decision?

He pulled away till he was almost out of me before thrusting back hard, making me yelp.

Damn!

His thrusts became fast and hard, his cock stretching me to no end to the extent I couldn't even keep up, my breathing became extremely rough, I couldn't recognize the moan coming out of my mouth.

Heat built up inside of me and my entire body shivered violently to his thrusts and I came harder than I ever did in my entire life but he didn’t stop, he was chasing his release too and I sat on cloud nine as his cum filled my insides.

"Fucking hell," I muttered breathlessly.

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 I stirred slightly on the bed, my hand lazily reaching for my face as I rubbed my tired eyes.

A dull ache spread through my body.

Why do I feel like I got hit by a truck?

Slowly, I opened my eyes, letting the back of my palm rest against my forehead.

The room came into focus little by little.

Then a sharp pain shot through my lower body.

My eyes widened.

The memories from last night crashed into me all at once.

I shot upright so quickly that the quilt nearly slipped off my body. I clutched it tightly against my chest as my eyes darted around the room.

Empty.

He wasn’t here.

The handsome stranger from last night had disappeared.

A groan escaped my lips.

Please tell me this didn’t actually happen.

But the soreness in my body quickly reminded me that it very much had.

“Fuck my life…”

I buried my face in my hands.

What have I done?

Yesterday morning I had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Hours later my career was falling apart.

My family had abandoned me.

My boyfriend cheated on me with my stepsister.

And to top it all off…

I had slept with a complete stranger.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Congratulations, Rhea.

You somehow managed to make the worst day of your life even worse.

A throbbing headache pulsed behind my eyes.

I held my temples, hoping the pain would ease.

I drank way too much.

No…

That wasn’t an excuse.

Being drunk didn’t erase what happened.

I had asked for it.

I had wanted to forget everything, even if it was only for one night.

Now reality had caught up with me.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself out of bed and picked up my dress from the floor.

Every movement reminded me of last night.

Don’t think about it.

Just get dressed and leave.

That’s all I had to do.

Pretend it never happened.

I quickly slipped into my dress, trying my best to ignore both the ache in my body and the pounding in my head.

Then another horrifying thought struck me.

Wait…

We didn’t…

My heart skipped.

Oh God… we didn’t use protection.

I closed my eyes in frustration.

Seriously, Rhea?

What were you thinking?

The answer came almost immediately.

I wasn’t thinking.

I had simply stopped caring.

For one reckless night, I wanted to forget I was dying.

Now I had another mistake to carry.

I slipped on my shoes and reached for the door.

Just leave before he comes back.

You’ll never see him again.

It’s better this way.

The moment my fingers touched the handle…

The door opened.

I froze.

A tall man walked inside, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit as though last night had never happened.

He looked composed.

Collected.

Powerful.

Completely different from the passionate man I remembered.

My breathing caught.

Brown hair.

Brown eyes.

That commanding aura.

That sharp jawline.

Recognition struck me so suddenly that I forgot how to breathe.

No…

No way…

Every newspaper.

Every business magazine.

Every architectural conference.

I had seen that face countless times before.

There was absolutely no mistaking him.

Alexander Sinclair.

CEO of Sinclair Group.

My biggest rival in the architectural industry.

The man every company wanted to work with.

Australia’s most influential architect.

And the very man my stepfather constantly compared me to.

I stared at him in complete disbelief.

You’ve got to be kidding me…

Out of every man in Australia…

Out of every hotel…

Out of every possible person…

I had slept with Alexander Sinclair.

A FUCKING ONE NIGHT WITH RIVAL CEO