Chapter Two: One Wild Night.

ROSETTE'S POV

"Follow me!" He growled, turning to face the manager of the club.

I remained rooted to the spot, feeling heat rise within me. I was suddenly sweaty underneath the mask I had on.

Within minutes, the handsome stranger before me had made a transfer to clear up the bet.

The manager approached me, a sly smile on his face. "When I saw you earlier, I knew you'd raise a lot of money for me. Be back tomorrow morning for your share of the money. Tonight, make sure you satisfy him." He said, winking at me.

A bolt of electricity jolted through me. The alcohol was slowly seeping over my senses, but I was not stupid enough to see that I was expected to spend the night with a complete stranger, all because he...

"Let's get the hell out of here!" A familiar male voice said besides me, breaking into my thoughts. I felt his hand over mine, as he led me through the crowded club.

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The car pulled up right outside a large building, and the man at the driver's seat switched off the car's engine. He looked at me over his shoulders .

I was seated in the backseat, dazed. I was now wearing my gown, pissed off about how my night of fun had unexpectedly ended. I took off my mask.

"You'll crash here with me tonight. I already booked a room in there, so—" He started to explain.

My brain felt wired, almost as though I was no longer in charge of it.

"You want to have sex with me in there?" My question came out as a drawl.

He scowled, "Hell, no!"

Then, he got out of the car, skipped around and held me out of the backseat. I still had the mask on.

He snaked an arm around my waist, as he led me into the building, into an elevator, down a well lit hallway, until we finally arrived at a room tagged, "Room 118"

My knees went weak as I struggled to make sense of what was happening, and soon, I found myself cradled in his arms. He unlocked the door, pushed it open and we walked in.

Just then, I felt how he placed me on a soft surface, maybe a bed, before pulling away from me.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Did I just blindly follow a complete stranger to his hotel room, all because he had bet $45k on me.

He could be an axe murderer, or a serial killer. He could even be a creep. Normally, I wouldn't be caught dead doing something like this, but right now, I just wanted to have fun.

Yeah, fun.

After keeping my virginity, what better time was there to lose it than on the eve of my 18th birthday to an irresistibly handsome man?

A switch was turned on and lights flooded the room, blinding me for a moment.

I held my breath as my eyes settled on the man before me. He peeled off his shirt, exposing a smooth and rippling eight-pack abs that was flanked by the sexiest set of deep V cuts I've ever seen.

I stilled.

A cold wave of electricity ran through my body, starting from the top of my head as it pulsated all the way to my feet. Feeling the alcohol take hold of me, I pushed myself off the bed and sauntered over to him.

Surprise flashed in his eyes. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

I placed my hands over his hairy chest, gently running them over his chest, "You placed a bet on me, remember?" I slurred.

I could smell his cologne from how close we were and I took in a deep breath.

"Not to take advantage of you. You're obviously wasted and too drunk to think for yourself."

I raised myself on the tip of toes, a little pissed off by what he said, "I have watched you undress me with these eyes, why don't you use your hands instead?" I said, pressing my breasts against his hard chest.

He gently pushed me away, "No...no. I can't."

I closed up the space between us again, and placed my hand over his crotch. I felt the hardness of his cock against his tight trousers, and gasped, "I want this...in me."

"No." His voice was weaker.

I grabbed his length gently, rubbing it through the fabric of his trousers, "I said, Yes." Then, I lowered my tongue to his chest, leaving a wet trail as I found his right nipple.

His chest rose and fell with heavy breathing, and my core throbbed with need; desire to have him.

With my eyes pinned on his, I slowly circled my lips over his nipple and sucked hard at it, giving his cock a soft squeeze, almost at the same time.

He let out a moan, "Oh.."

"Is that a yes?" I mumbled, with my tongue still teasing his nipple.

He was growing bigger in my other hand as I caressed his member.

Bigger, and harder, just for me.

"F*ck, yeah!" He said, breathlessly, tipping my chin up towards him, he leaned close and crashed his lips onto mine.

He tasted as good as he looked.

With our lips still locked in, his hands found my shoulders and tore off the dress from my body. I felt my feet leave the floor, as he scooped me into his arms and stalked over to bed.

Everything happened fast.

So damn fast.

In minutes, I let out a muffled groan as I felt the first force of his penetration. A jolt of pain shot through me.

He looked down at me, a question in his eyes.

"Yes...yes. I'm a virgin" I muttered, not wanting him to pull away.

He asked me if I was sure I wanted to go ahead with it, and I could not remember my answer. All I remember was how he lowered his lips to mine in a kiss. And then, I had a memorable night.

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When my eyes fluttered open again, it was already morning. There was a dull ache at the back of my head as I lifted myself up on my elbows. The sunlight streamed into the room from the open windows, making the throb in my head even more severe. I stretched my body, letting out a yawn before I looked around the room, my gaze settling on the empty space besides me on the bed.

I was alone. The man I had spent the night with was gone. An alarm rang in my head, as I realized that I was still in his hotel room, and I had no idea whether he had paid.

I sprang to my feet, ignoring the pain which was between my legs. It was a sharp reminder of the decision I took the previous night. The decision to give away my virginity to a stranger.

My mother would definitely kill me if she ever found out. I was supposed to be on my way to Los Angeles with her to start a new life.

I was reckless. Way too reckless. What if that stranger has left with an infection, or worse, made me fucking pregnant?

Fuck!

I stood before the large mirror in the room and glanced at my reflection. Damn, I looked like such a mess.

I let out a sigh before I sprinted out of the room.

"Happy Birthday to you, Rosette!" I muttered under my breath as I stalked out of the hotel and headed back home.