A Night Stand with a Stranger

Alessandro's POV

If my father saw the state I was in and the place I'd ended up tonight, I was a hundred percent sure that he was going to have a heart attack.

But I didn't care.

I chose not to care the moment I slipped past the guards and pulled up to the sensual groovy club everyone had been talking about downtown.

Five shots in and my head was a mix of pumping adrenaline and raw excitement as the neon lights flash around the place, bringing a jolt of thrill through me—one that I'd never had before.

FUCK YES, THIS IS LIFE!

This is to you, dad!

I climb onto a table, laughing like nothing was wrong, arms spread like some kind of reckless maniac that'd just won a ticket to paradise.

Laughs and stares turn immediately towards my direction, but instead of shying away this time, I soak in the glory and yell out, "Drinks on me guys! Celebrate me before I'm back in my cage!"

The crowd immediately erupts into a group of cheers, glasses clinking to bash me into a celebration.

And for a second, I feel alive.

I feel...seen.

Literally.

My eyes stay glued to an older looking man—possibly in his thirties—who doesn't look away. He's seated at the VIP section, the lounge chair just far across the room, his arms crossed around his chest and legs spread into a man spread as his dark eyes locked with mine.

He looks like he's just... observing me... scoping my movements, then drinking me in.

Not in a mocking or judging way, but in a way that says 'whatever this is, he's intrigued to see more'.

Something in me suddenly snaps when he tilts his head to the side and licks his bottom lips, almost like he's approving of what he's seeing.

Only then did I realize that my hoodie was a little ridden over my tummy.

My cheeks flushed for a second, but gathering enough courage, I stumbled off the table, downing yet another shot before pushing through the crowd towards his waiting figure.

The sound of my own heartbeat throbs my eardrums, but I ignore it and swallow as my hands grip his shirt before I can think. “You keep staring like he wanted me here.”

“Maybe because I like the view,” he says coolly, eyes staring down at my parting lips.

Fuck it.

I kissed him.

Yes, I kissed HIM.

Right there, in front of everyone.

And the best part was he didn't resist—even though he hesitated, his lips crashed against mine, pulling me into his laps like that was where I belonged.

A moan escapes from my lips and almost immediately, we break apart, breathless, and he murmurs against my lips, "You’re drunk… but I won’t let you regret me.”

"I won't." The words slipped out from my lips, breathy and filled with urgency as I pulled him yet into another kiss, ignoring the guilt that screamed I shouldn't be doing this.

But fuck it, this was MY birthday.

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The sound of the door locking behind us barely registers in my head as I'm too intoxicated and far too needy for him to care about anything else.

He seems to have realised this because his lips suddenly leave mine, earning a whimper from me almost instantly.

Why did he stop? I didn't want to stop. I needed more.

“You said something earlier in the club.” He said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as his dark, clouded eyes doesn't leave mine.

“H-huh?” I breathed out with a small, seductive smile. “I s-said a lot of th-things. I'm guessing you mean the part about me no-not regretting any of this?”

The expression on his face changes, and I watch as he walks away from me, further into the room, tossing his suit to the chair.

I blink, standing there, unsure of what to do and say.

“Come here.” He gestures with his finger to the side of the bed he was seated on.

I swallow, feeling my heart beat faster than earlier against my ribcage, praying silently that he doesn't notice how hard those two simple words has gotten me.

I wrap my hands around my chest and try so hard not to trip over my own two feet. Luckily, I made it to the bed without making a fool of myself.

Without hesitation, I placed my hands on his chest, ready to savor God's gift underneath his suit, but his hands stop me just in time.

“You said you were going to be caged after now. What was that about?” He asked, grey eyes digging into mine.

The smile on my face immediately drops, and I scoff, the heat in my veins slowly turning to anger as the memories of the morning flashed at the back of my mind.

Way to go, stranger. You just had to remind me of my misery.

“It's…it's not a big deal.” The words slurred through my lips, like a curse muttered under one's breath.

“Just like hooking up with a man isn't?” His words sliced through me like a knife.

Instantly, I hold my breath and look up at him, feeling my cheeks redden in embarrassment.

If there's anything I wasn't going to take now was an insult to my sexuality. I'd rather be a virgin all my life than be with an asshole.

Just as I'm about to stand up, he pulls me down, this time to his laps and takes a deep breath before running a finger through my messy hair, “Sorry, that came out harsher than intended. I'm just curious on why you're doing this, that's all.”

“You want the truth?” I bite my lips and try to make a move on him again, this time leaning in closer while I'm staring at his manly, plump lips.

Those juicy, inviting lips that had me moaning on our way here.

“Yes.” He replies in a deep tone, tilting my chin to look at him instead.

I didn't know what it was.

Maybe it was the alcohol in my system speaking, or it was the attraction drawing me to him badly, but something about the way he spoke, the way he looked at me with full attention, making me feel seen and worshipped, makes me feel safe and open to him.

And before I knew it, I was spilling everything to him. Well, not exactly everything.

“I woke up this morning to find out that I was sold off to an engagement with a…woman…I barely knew…” I confessed, “on my birthday.”

“I'm sorry to hear that…” He trailed off, fingers running through my arms like an invitation for a question he had in mind.

“But…what makes you think I'm…not straight?” He asks, cold, grey eyes staring into mine with a different kind of darkness.

I—shit—I didn't even think about that!

Fuck, I could get sued for sexual harassment! I didn't even ask for consent.

“I…well,” I buried my face into my palms as I fumbled for words, then wore a smirk when I found them. There's no coming out of this now, Mr stranger. “You kissed me back there and I'm…” My eyes move down to our position, my cheeks flushing when I realize something, “currently straddling you and you didn't even try to push me away.” I look up back at him, my hands now resting on his shoulders.

I could've sworn I saw a twitch in his face, but it was gone before I could even assume it was real. Then, his jaws clenched shut for a moment before he opened his mouth to say something.

I'm too scared to hear what he's about to say and quickly placed a finger on his lips before he changed his mind.

“Look, umm…” I try to adjust myself to a comfortable position but only find myself directly sitting on his hard-on, the surface rubbing over mine, a soft moan threatens to rip out from me but I struggle to maintain a serious face as I grabbed on his tie to make a point here, “I don't care who you are, or what you are, how old you are. I just…just want one night to myself. I just want to have one thing for myself on my birthday. Tomorrow, I'll lose the right to want anyone, any man for myself. So please…. please don't say no. I promise…I promise I'll be good.”

I didn't know what part of my statement made him consider my words. He looked down at him like a predator, his chest slowly heaving as my fingers slowly trailed down his torso—this time without him stopping me.

“No names. No contacts.” He orders.

“Deal.”

And within a blink of an eye, our positions were reversed.

He threw me on the bed and hoovered above me, eyes staying on mine as I tug on the last button, the shirt falling to the bed to reveal a perfect glistening abs. Fuck, I think I'm in heaven already.

“You said you'll be good right?” He whispers behind my earlobes, biting it gently as his hands find their way to his belt, unbuckling it in a painful slow manner. I nod with a moan as my toes curled from the promising action.

“Take me like a good boy then.”