A ONE NIGHT STAND

Chapter 1

Isabella

I sit slumped on the bathroom floor in defeat. I look at the six pregnancy tests spread out in front of me. They all show the same thing. The manwhore's sperm fertilised my egg somehow through a condom. My sister is going to kill me. She sacrificed years of her life so I could get an education.

I feel the tears roll down my cheeks. Closing my eyes for a moment, I picture the disappointment that will be on her face. I'm only twenty years old and halfway through my course. It's been two months since the wedding. How stupid could I have been? Falling for all of James Bancroft's flirting at the rehearsal dinner and the wedding day, he was relentless.

I close my eyes and recall the events of that night.

"Isabella, you look stunning today."

I look away from my sister, who is dancing with her new husband. James is standing beside me, holding his champagne.

"Thank you. You look handsome yourself."

Torian's best friend. He is so handsome, looking like a cover model. He loves himself a tad too much for my liking. At last night's dinner and today, he has been all over me with his non-stop flirting.

"Why don't we find a private spot somewhere and we can get to know one another better?"

"No, thank you. I want to spend time with my sister. I don't get to see her as much as I would like."

"Are you scared? I don't bite unless you ask me nicely."

He smirks at me.

I snort.

"If I want to be bitten, I will go to the zoo and stick my hand in a cage. It would be safer than being bitten by you. Who knows what I could catch from you?"

He places his hand over his chest.

"That hurts."

I look away from him and watch my sister. She looks so happy as she gazes up at Torian. She is due in five months, but she is glowing. Torian has her body close to his with his arms wrapped around her.

I sigh. I've met no couple who are as in love as those two. Mum would have been so happy. Both of us have had our reservations with men because of how poorly our mother had been treated. Her health suffered, and she died before her time. I know Riah kept things from me to protect me, but I could see how much anguish our mum had been in.

"Come on darling, best man, maid of honour. It's almost a prerequisite that we fuck tonight."

"James..."

"No. Just five minutes."

He pulls my arm and takes me upstairs above the events hall. There are so many doors along the corridor. He pulls open a double door, and it's empty.

"Please Isabella, ever since I've seen you all I wanted to do was kiss these tantalising lips of yours."

I try to push him back, but he grips my arms and dips down to kiss my lips. He grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. The scent of his aftershave and his persistent mouth making me moan into his mouth.

He walks me backwards till I hit a wall. He lifts his head from my lips.

"I knew you were going to be like this. Sweet, sexy and delicious. I want to feel your wet pussy."

I pant after our kiss.

"James, we shouldn't..."

"Don't think just feel, Isabella."

He unzips the back of my dress before I can stop him. Leaving me in my matching coral bra and panty set. He pushes my panties to one side and sticks his fingers inside me, groaning.

"Soaking wet, Isabella."

Pulling his fingers out. He undoes his belt, tugging his zipper down as he pulls out his cock. He quickly unwraps a condom before rolling it down on his long, hard cock.

He is a lot bigger than my ex-boyfriend.

He lifts me up by my ass.

"Wrap your arms and legs around me. I'm going to fuck you through this wall."

I don't hesitate. It's been months since I broke up with Michael. James is at least thirty-one or thirty-two. Being experienced, maybe he is good as he makes himself out to be.

I feel my back hit the wall as I wrap myself around him like he asked. He doesn't hesitate. He pushes the head of his cock inside me. I gasp at the stretch as he pushes more inside of me.

"God, you're so fucking tight. Let's see what I can do about that."

He pushes my bra down and sucks on my nipple as he slams the rest of his cock inside of me.

I scream out in pain and pleasure as the stretch feels like a burning sensation.

He doesn't stop; he keeps rutting into me. I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I need to cum inside this tight little cunt of yours. I need to get you out of my system for once and for all."

I freeze.

"What?"

He doesn't reply. He continues to fuck into me again and again. His hands biting into my ass.

He brings his mouth to my shoulder as he bites into it and jerks into me as he orgasms; he moans against by shoulder. His breath is laboured.

"Fuck, I really needed that."

What a selfish prick.

He abruptly drops his hands from my ass as I catch myself before I fall.

I feel sick. I've only had one boyfriend, and he never made me feel as shitty as what James just did. Nope, I don't think I'm a one-night-stand girl.

He is already walking to a waste bin and tossing the used condom. I quickly put my dress on, wanting to forget this ever happened.

He walks over to me with a more serious look on his face.

"Look, this was just a one-off. I don't do relationships. So don't get clingy. We are from different social circles, anyway. It's unlikely I will see you again. You don't live in the city and I usually meet Torian at the gym or pub."

He laughs, mumbling. "Like I would give up my fuck buddies."

I'm gobsmacked. Is this the same man who flirted nonstop with me for two days? I knew this was a one-and-done deal from the way he approached me tonight. I just never expected him to be such an asshole about it all.

Before I can reply, he continues.

"I need another drink. There is a bathroom across the hall if you use that to clean yourself up and come down separately. I don't want Torian on my ass. Thanks."

He turns around and walks out of the room, leaving the door wide open.

I walk to the bathroom in a daze. Looking in the mirror, I fix my hair and adjust my dress neckline. Looking at my shoulder, I can see the bastard's bite mark. I cover it up with strands of my hair. I have never felt so used or ashamed in my entire life.

James was so jovial and seemed harmless. How could I have misjudged someone's character so much? Then again, I had never seen him drunk.

When I get back to the reception hall, Riah is looking for me.

"Where have you been? We are leaving."

"Already?"

"Torian says he has had enough. I'm tired because this baby is literally sucking the life out of me. Do you want to stay or shall I drop you off at my apartment?"

I look over at James, who is with a group of people who are all laughing like hyenas. They all look more from his social circle. Not a poor student.

"Umm. Yeah, that's a great idea."

I look back at Riah. She is frowning at me.

"Are you okay?"

I give her a bright smile.

"I'm fine, Riah. Stop worrying."

I will never tell her what happened here tonight. I need to leave and have a shower. Feeling so stupid that I had liked James. He was attractive, funny, and the chemistry had been off the charts. I don't think I will ever be able to trust my judgement again. I hope never to see James Bancroft again.

I snap out of it. The same feeling of shame crawling over my skin like a million spiders. The thought of having to see him now makes me want to vomit. I think it's best I try to avoid going to my sister's until she has the babies. There is no way I want to run into James. I angrily wipe the tears from my eyes.

My baby will be fine without him.