Chapter 1 – One Night Stand

Mature Content R18+

Parental Guidance Advised

Giselle Saavedra

“Oh, shit! Please, take it easy—your cock is huge!”

I bit down on the pillow while on all fours, letting the stranger slide his hard member into my tight passage.

Yes. I was a virgin.

But I couldn't remember how I ended up in this dark, cold room with a man whose name and face were unknown to me.

“You’re so tight!” the man said, gripping my waist as he continued to drive his manhood into me.

I was practically drooling, my eyes rolling back, as he began thrusting in and out of my opening.

“Push it in deeper,” I moaned softly.

“What?” he asked, sounding like he was teasing me. “Tell me, what should I push in?”

Tears were welling up in my eyes, but the sensation was so pleasurable that I answered him, “Your cock—bury it deep inside my pussy, shove it all the way in, please; you fuck so good!”

I heard him chuckle slightly, but then he licked my neck and pinched both my nipples before thrusting rapidly.

I almost forgot my own name from the intensity of his thrusting; I felt completely filled by the thickness of his member—I’m no expert at measuring, but I estimated it to be around seven inches.

“I’m about to cum,” he whispered. He thrust even faster into my pussy until I climaxed first; he had suddenly started rapidly rubbing my clitoris while relentlessly thrusting his cock in and out.

“Ahhhh!” I cried out.

He suddenly stopped and buried himself deep inside me, whispering, “You feel so good.”

Panting from the intense pleasure and exhaustion, I felt him embrace me; I let it happen until we both closed our eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, my body ached all over; I looked around and realized I was in a different room.

Where am I?

My eyes widened when I looked beside me and saw a handsome man—tall, with a muscular, well-built physique—holding me. He had smooth, fair skin, long eyelashes, a high-bridged nose, and red lips.

I gulped hard when I saw that we were both naked.

Shit!

That’s right—something happened between us last night.

And he was the one who took my virginity!

When the man opened his eyes, I immediately jumped out of bed and tried to cover myself with the blanket; in doing so, I pulled it away, revealing his naked body.

We both looked at the bed and saw a stain of blood—proof that the purity and virginity I had guarded so carefully were gone.

My gaze fell upon his manhood, which was fully erect—looking ready for action all over again. I remembered the pleasure from the night before. Shit! I shook my head and hurriedly scrambled to find my clothes. As he was getting dressed, the man sat on the bed, massaged his head, and then looked at me again.

I took a deep breath. "I don't know why we're together right now, but whatever happened last night—let's just forget about it, okay? I was drunk and not in my right mind. Don't worry; I'm sure we won't see each other again. Bye!" I said, then ran out of the room.

I quickly pressed the elevator button and went down to the hotel lobby; my heart was pounding hard. My whole body ached. I was limping slightly as I looked for a restroom. I stepped into a cubicle and let out a deep breath. I splashed water on my face and teared up.

"I am so unlucky," I whispered.

One day ago...

I arrived at the office early that day because the new manager was set to be announced. I had been working at that cosmetics company for five years since graduating from college.

I was certain I would get the promotion, as I had consistently been named "Best Employee" every year. This was my first job, and I hadn't planned on leaving since everything was going smoothly.

The pay was good and the boss was kind, but I was baffled to see almost all the employees staring at me as if I had committed a terrible offense.

Instead of praise, it seemed like everyone was annoyed or angry with me. But why?

Was this a prank? Maybe they were planning a surprise party for me and just wanted to make me cry or startle me. When I saw Bea—one of the people I was closest to—she didn't even acknowledge me; instead, she held her head high and told me that Mr. Sanchez wanted to see me.

I furrowed my brows but followed her immediately. As soon as we entered our boss's office, the portly, bald owner of Sunisa Cosmetics lashed out at me.

“How dare you, Giselle! I counted on you as someone I could trust here, yet look at what you’ve done! You are fired! We’re going to discuss whether or not to file charges against you, so brace yourself!” he shouted.

I was stunned and bewildered. Me? Fired? Why? “Sir? What do you mean, fired? Just last week, you gave me a letter congratulating me on being in the running for the new manager position. Is this a joke? It’s not funny,” I said, shaking my head and chuckling nervously.

But Mr. Sanchez remained furious and stern.

Bea spoke up and said, “Can you stop denying that you don’t know the reason? It was your account that was flagged for deleting the company’s entire set of files! You’ve caused massive trouble; every record from the past is gone—even the backups were deleted. It was clearly intentional. And don’t tell us it wasn’t you; we all have our own passwords. Surely you didn’t share yours with anyone else?”

My knees were shaking, so I immediately grabbed the laptop I had with me and opened it. The records were indeed gone—sales, payroll, and details regarding customers and suppliers had all vanished.

I shook my head and said, “It wasn’t me; I couldn’t possibly do that,” I said, on the verge of tears.

But Bea angrily retorted, “Why do you have your laptop with you? We aren’t allowed to take company equipment home, right?”

I couldn’t speak right away. “I brought the laptop because I wanted to finish the report.”

“Shut up!” Mr. Sanchez shouted. “Pack up your things, and if I were you, I’d find a good lawyer because I’m not letting this slide! Get out of my sight!”

Teary-eyed, I left Mr. Sanchez’s office and went to my cubicle. Since I wasn’t in the habit of keeping personal items on my desk, there was hardly anything to pack.

One of the interns, Vicky, approached me. “Ma’am Giselle…”

I wiped away my tears and looked at her. “Yes?” “I don’t believe you’re capable of doing that; in fact... I once saw Ma’am Bea sitting at your desk, looking for something. She even checked your laptop—I’m not sure exactly what she did, but she left quickly... and then... I saw her inside Mr. Sanchez’s office, and they were kissing. She really is the new manager, according to the announcement that came out,” Vicky added.

I was stunned. Bea? The new manager?

Bea and I had been classmates and friends since college; she wasn't particularly bright, though she was beautiful. We were hired at the same time, but because she was a bit slow to grasp things, she struggled to learn the job.

Unlike me—I became a supervisor after just two years and later an assistant manager—Bea remained just a regular administrative staff member.

I didn't want to make accusations, but if Vicky was right, it looked like Bea had orchestrated a way to get me fired. I took a deep breath and gave Vicky a faint smile. “Thanks.”

She handed me a flash drive. “Here’s a copy of the CCTV footage from the day Ma’am Bea sat at your desk; I don’t know if it will help.” She said this before walking away.

I looked at the flash drive with a heavy heart; if Bea had indeed betrayed me, I never would have suspected she was capable of such a thing. After all, I used to be the one she turned to whenever she was struggling or didn't understand something. I stormed out of the office and stowed my things in the car, deciding to visit my long-time boyfriend, Bernard; I was certain he’d be at his apartment since Fridays were his day off from the bar he managed.

I parked right in front of the apartment and was about to knock when I noticed the door was slightly ajar, so I just walked inside. I was shocked to find a pair of panties in the living room—they weren't mine—so I angrily headed upstairs.

When I opened the door, my world came crashing down. Bernard was in bed with a woman; both of them were naked and in the middle of making love.

“Honey, who’s better in bed? Me or Giselle?” the woman asked with a laugh; I couldn't see her face, but her voice sounded familiar.

“You are—that woman is useless! She never put out for me!” Bernard said irritably.

I threw the panties at his back, causing him to spin around instantly, but I was the one who was truly shocked: the woman he was with was none other than Annie.

My cousin.