One nightstand with my stepbrother 1

Miya

“When I turn 21, I want to get drunk and have a one-night stand with a stranger.”

I promised myself this five years ago. It was a silly promise at the time, but I concluded that fulfilling it was not such a bad idea. Today is my twenty-first birthday, and I plan on enjoying every moment.

“Miya, are you sure you want to proceed with it?” My best friend Sarah asked as we prepared for the club.

“Well, I will be living in my fantasy momentarily. I will face reality tomorrow.” I responded and went back to my makeup.

I wore a black short bodycon sleeveless dress that hugged me like a second body. My hair was wavy, and I had smoky makeup on.

I look hot! I admit as I stare at myself in the mirror. If I want to act wild tonight, I'd better look the part too.

When we arrived at the club, we went straight to the bartender.

“Hello birthday. You're looking hot tonight,” Ben, the bartender, smiled at us as we sat.

“Thank you, Ben,” we smiled at him, and Ben mixed a mocktail for us.

As Ben passed us our drink, we slowly drank. A straight girl walked up to us and asked Sarah for a dance. That traitor girl left me and headed for the dance floor.

I turn to scan the bar as I sip my drink. My heart flutters as I look up to the VIP section and lock eyes with a stranger.

Our eyes lock in a staring contest. I doubt he is from here. I would have remembered such a handsome face. He looks like he is in his late twenties or early thirties. Because of the rail, I could see his full body, but so far, I like what I see.

His gaze on me was so intense that I could hardly breathe. I feel goosebumps and tingling between my legs.

I smiled. I might have just found the person I came here for.

I turned my eyes away from the stranger and turned to Ben to order another drink. I needed more drinks to boost my confidence. When I turned back again, sadly, Mr. Stranger wasn’t there anymore. I locked eyes with another stranger, but he looked shady and definitely not my type.

“Hello Miya, happy birthday” someone said and hugged me. It is Michael, Ben’s boyfriend.

“Thank you, Micky,” I said and returned his hug.

As I pulled away from him, behold, Mr. Stranger was standing a few feet away from me, heading towards me-or at least I thought he was. He stood there staring from me to Michael.

Sh*t! He must have thought Michael and I were together.

“Do you know him?” Michael asked me when he noticed the staring contest between me and the stranger.

“I was hoping to,” I responded as I watched the Stranger turn and head back upstairs.

“Bad girl. Do you want to check him out for you?” Michael suggested.

“Thanks, I got this.” I gulped my remaining drink and headed upstairs after the stranger. I have never been filthy, but there is a first for everything.

My heart stopped as I stood close to his table. What should I say? Or should I make a bold move and sit?

He must have read my mind because he introduced himself. “I am Chase.”

“Nice to meet you, I am Miya,” I responded and sat down as he motioned for me with his hands.

His gaze narrowed, and he asked, “Are you with him?”

“Him? O Michael? No no! He is Ben the bartender’s boyfriend,” I explained.

“Okay, I just thought..” he started to say, but kept quiet.

“You think?” I asked

“It’s nothing. Care for a drink?” Chase asked and passed me a drink.

“Thanks!” I muttered. His fingers lightly grazed mine as he passed the drink. I held my breath and we gazed at each other.

O lord! One night with a man like this is all I need.

“You are not from around here, are you?” I asked as I took a sip.

“Nope. I came in today. Have some family business to take care of.”

“Married?” I asked with my fingers crossed.

“Lols no! I am not that kind of guy. I wouldn’t have been here.”

“So what do you do?”

“Handle the family business.” He responded and pulled me closer to him. “I don’t want to talk about work.”

“Me either.”

Which leaves us where? My brain wondered.

“Would you mind if I kiss you?” he asked, moving closer to me. He placed his thumb on my lips and caressed them.

“No!” I whispered. I could barely hear my voice. I opened my mouth and licked his thumb, and I watched as his eyes got darker.

He pulled me closer to him and placed his lips on mine. I couldn’t breathe anymore. His lips were gentle on mine at first, but then they became full of need.

You could feel the hunger we have for each other.

There was no warning—just the sharp inhale between us, the way his eyes darkened, and then the taste of him. Hot. Wild. Desperate. Like he’d been starving for this moment and finally gave in.

His lips moved against mine with an urgency that stole my breath. His hands gripped my waist, dragging me flush against him, and I felt everything-every inch of his longing, every beat of his heart slamming into mine.

I couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t stop.

His tongue swept across my bottom lip, demanding entrance, and when I opened for him, it was like we both broke. The kiss deepened, rougher, wetter, needier. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, anchoring, trying to keep up with how he devoured me.

I moaned into his mouth, and he groaned against mine like the sound was gasoline to the fire burning between us.

When we finally pulled apart, gasping, panting, our lips swollen and slick from each other, I thought maybe it was over.

But then he dipped his head.

And I shattered.

His mouth found the curve of my neck—warm, wet, and open. He kissed just beneath my jaw, then lower, and lower still, his breath scorching my skin as his lips traced a path to the sensitive hollow behind my ear.

I whimpered.

I couldn’t help it.

He bit gently, soothed the spot with his tongue, and I felt my knees weaken. My hands dug into his shoulders, trying to hold on to something real, something solid, but he was all around me now—mouth, heat, hunger. Consuming me.

“Please don’t stop!” I squeezed my legs together as I felt an intense feeling I can't describe.

“The last thing I want is to stop,” He answered.