ONE NIGHT STAND

(Rachel’s pov)

My vision was blurring every passing minute as I forced the shots down my throat.

“Any room available?” I inquired the lady at the reception.

“Miss, please give me your ID.”

I passed over my bag to her. Looking at her irritated expression, my mind could figure it wasn’t the right step, so I searched through my bag and handed over my Citizen ID.

“Here's your card.” She offered.

I almost snatched it and walked right towards the lift. The steps got heavier since the alcohol was kicking in. My eyes were on the verge of tearing as I recollected the sight of Andrew leaving while I was still kneeling with a ring for him.

Getting into the lift, my eyes looked down at the suite number.

“66” I rubbed my eyes.

Reaching the 6th floor wasn’t a hassle since all that needed to do was a standstill in the lift. The bold numbers were evident towards the end of the floor.

I passed the card through the door swipe twice, but it wasn’t responding. Kicked hard on the door, which backfired, and I fell with a thud. My innocent heart wished for some angel to come and throw me on the bed as an option.

Suddenly, the door opened, and I looked up with my slightly parted eyes. It offered a hand. I quickly grabbed it and gained my posture.

“Uh… Thank you, man. This is ..my room.” I stuttered while pointing at the entrance.

Since he was blocking the entrance, I tried to slide through the little space left by the side when I felt a firm grip on my wrist. The sudden pinch of pain made me flinch, and I glared at the piece if shit who did this.

“Your card says room no. 99. Leave.” He said in his cold yet sexy voice.

I shook my head twice and looked at his face. His burning gaze and tightened jaw with the broad shouldered body wanted me to surrender right then. I couldn’t help but stare at the beautifully carved face in front of my eyes.

“Am I not pretty?” I asked while poking his chest twice.

“Even if yes, I am not letting you enter my room.” He turned his face away.

This triggered me and I descided to spend my night with this man right here. No options required.

“I still will.” Pushing him a little, I walked into the suite. It was dark, with a dim light glowing inside.

I threw myself on the bed and closed my eyes. The manly scent around me was wrapping me warmly and I couldn’t help but smile foolishly.

Just the next moment, the stranger pulled me, and my body slammed against his hard chest. The proximity between us made my breaths heavy.

“Who are you?” he whispered.

“Rachel. Done?” Mockingly I copied his indifferent tone.

The hold on my waist got tighter, and I purposely moved closer to inhale the scent. His cologne was driving my mind crazy. The tantalizing fragrance was triggering my senses.

“Can I have you tonight?” I looked up, ignoring the consequences, and blew a kiss.

“I am not for sale.” He gritted his teeth and pushed me back on the bed.

“Lie here till I come back.” That was heard.

Walking over to the mirror, I looked at myself. My eyes had lost their focus. My cheeks were blushing red due to the alcohol, and the black leather dress hugged me in the sexiest way possible. The slit, adding a different attention to my waxed legs.

“I got all polished just for Andrew today. Since it’s not Andrew, this man will compensate. I didn’t spend hours in the salon for nothing."

I blinked twice and saw the handsome face in the mirror. He was standing right behind me.

I turned around and wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

“I am a danger sign. Would you still continue?” He asked in a low voice.

“I can’t think about the consequences at this moment.” I whispered seductively.

The smirk was evident on his lips. I wished I could see him in daylight. The darkness just captured some of his features, although they were enough to crush me.

He picked me up to the dressing table and pulled my legs apart to stand in between. I could feel his hot breaths on my neck as he came closer. I froze and my fingers trailed on his thin line of the exposed chest through the undone buttons.

“How should I address you?” My eyes met his enchanting blue eyes.

“I won’t reveal my real name to a one-night stand, but you can call me Vince.” His voice was damn enough to make me wet.

His hands cupped my cheeks and crashed his lips into mine for a rough kiss. It shrieked dominance as his tongue forced in to explore each corner of my mouth. I was mind fucked with my eyes shut, feeling the pleasure of his random touches. He looked into my dark eyes and stroked my hair softly before pulling me for another sensual kiss.

My fingers undid his buttons and his perfectly chiseled body were a meal to my eyes. He picked me up while circling my legs around his waist and dumped me on the bed. I moved upwards as he hovered over me after throwing his shirt.

“It’s your turn now,” Vince snickered. I shamelessly smiled.

He leaned closer, making eye contact with me while his hand crawled to my front zipper and he ripped it down in no time.

“Your eyes are making me drunk, Rachel.” He complimented. I looked away due to the utter shyness in front of the beast.

Vince’s fingers trailed from my shoulder to down there and I arched my body for a better permit. He hit my body with his lips. Hands went to my back, unclasping my bra, which instantly revealed my perky boobs waiting for some fondling.

“Vince…..” I moaned loud while he pinched and sucked my little oranges. The nipples had turned bright pink, becoming highly sensitive, but the pleasure was beyond compare.

“How’s it going? Rach..” He whipred in my ears, pouring some tantalizing breaths on my naked nape.

“Con.. tinue…” Felt like a moaning mess then.

The heavens hit me when he went down with his head between my thighs. I lost my mind. It screamed ultimate pleasure and left my thirst satisfied for the night. I chanted his name an unhealthy amount of times. His tongue did wonders whenever it greeted my body.

“Vince… that was exceptional.” I complimented him when he came up to rest beside me. His lips covered mine in a soulful kiss, and I enclosed my arms around his body to hug him. It was cozy. Warmer than Andrew ever felt.

I wished the night doesn’t pull its duvet later because the feelings were magical. The reason could be my alcohol, but I was enjoying the effect each drop had.

He gently tucked my hair behind her ears and kissed me for the last time. I could sense the love in his breaths.

“Let’s never meet each other, else I will trap you,” Vince whispered.

My intoxication was so high that I still laughed at his strange words without adding an explanation to them. I could sense his dark blue eyes staring at my emerald ones.

The night ceased as Vince pulled the blanket over our bodies and spooned me for a dive into a peaceful sleep.