What a night

**June’s POV**

“I want you to fuck me.”

I said those words to a stranger with my back pressed against the cool wall, while the heat from his skin branded mine.

“Still thinking about leaving?” he whispered. The words were a soft tickle against my skin that sent shivers down my spine.

He noticed the hesitation I tried to hide. One of his hands remained on my waist, while the other worked its way up my thighs. He began rubbing my already swollen clit and a soft moan broke from my lips. I shouldn't have let him touch me, yet my fingers only curled tighter at my sides, as if I were holding onto the last thread of control I had left.

His lips caressed my neck slowly while I arched my body, craving more. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was clearly enjoying it.

“Careful,” he murmured.

“Or what?” I breathed.

That almost-smile returned. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Or you won’t want to stop.”

“Who says I want to?”

He didn't hesitate. He thrust himself into my dripping heat, filling me completely.

FLASHBACK — EARLIER THAT NIGHT

It started with a phone call.

"I’m sorry, June. We’re letting you go."

Just like that—gone. The one job keeping my human life from falling apart, was over in a ten-second conversation.

I stood there for a long time after the call ended, staring at nothing. I looked around the small apartment I could barely afford and watched the life I had built, piece by careful piece, slip through my fingers. Rent was due in two weeks. My savings were a joke. And for the first time in years, I didn't have a plan.

So, I did something I don’t usually do. Something reckless. I went out.

The music was loud, the lights were dim, and I was surrounded by expensive drinks I had no business ordering. I sat at the counter, staring into my glass longer than necessary. I wasn't drinking much, just enough to take the edge off. Just enough to quiet the constant, scratching noise in my head. I adjusted the strap of my dress, trying not to look like I didn't belong. Because I didn’t.

“Relax.”

The voice came from beside me, smooth and amused. I turned slightly, forcing a polite smile. “I am relaxed.”

He raised a brow, clearly unimpressed by the lie. "You look like you’re thinking too much."

"I usually am," I admitted.

He let out a soft exhale, almost like a quiet laugh. 

"Bad habit."

That made me glance over. Just once. That was my first mistake. He wasn’t trying to be noticed, that was the problem. He didn’t need to be. He was dangerously handsome in a way that stopped me mid-breath.

His gaze met mine, steady and unyielding, like he already knew I wouldn’t be able to break it. And the worst part? He was right. I was lost in his eyes until I really saw their color.

*Damn. No wonder he looks rich and hot. He’s a wolf.*

He wasn't asking for permission to look. For a second, I forgot about the rent and the pink slip. I forgot everything.

"You always stare at strangers?" I asked, breaking the silence first.

One corner of his mouth lifted slightly. 

"Only the interesting ones."

"Then you must not meet many people."

That almost-smile appeared again. He leaned in, just enough to close the distance. His presence felt sharper now, looming over me until I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze.

"On the contrary," he said. "I just don’t see many worth noticing.”

I turned back to my drink, but I could still feel him there. He was too close, too aware of me.

"Rough night?" he asked.

I exhaled slowly. "Something like that."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No."

A pause stretched between us. Then he said, 

"Good."

I looked at him again, frowning. "Why?"

"Because I wasn’t asking out of concern."

"Then why ask?"

He held my gaze, unblinking and certain. 

"Because I wanted to see if you’d lie."

My pulse skipped. "And?"

A beat. "You didn’t."

His gaze dropped briefly, taking me in. It didn't feel cheap; it felt intense. Attractive.

“You don’t belong here.”

"Then maybe I should leave," I said. But I didn't move. Neither did he.

"Maybe," he agreed.

His eyes didn’t let go of mine until they dropped to my lips.

 BACK TO PRESENT

“June.”

I picked up the phone, trying to blink myself awake.

“Am I speaking with June Harper, please?” the voice on the other end asked impatiently.

"Yes."

"Your application to Grayson Group has been approved. You are expected to show up at the office tomorrow for your appointment letter. Bring your resume immediately.”

“My God, thank you! I'll be there."

I ended the call, my heart racing with relief. I had applied to Grayson Group months ago just for the sake of trying. I never actually expected them to pick a human, especially not one from the lower class.

I turned back toward the bed, only to find an empty space and the wrinkled sheets staring back at me.

“What the fuck? He left?"

Great work, June. You finally landed a big fish, and you couldn't even keep him. I pulled my hand over my face in disappointment. I got up and started gathering my clothes, which were scattered across the room. The night before was a blur of pleasure and a massive mistake. Who hooks up with a complete stranger?

But I couldn't deny it, he was hot, and I had secretly hoped I’d see him again. I rushed to clean up, wondering how I was going to pay for the room when a knock came at the door.

I opened it to find a staff member. “June Harper?"

“Uhm, yes?"

“Mr. Reed asked me to give this to you.“

He handed me an envelope. Before I could ask how they knew my name or who Mr. Reed was, the man turned and left. I was left standing there with damp hair and a hotel robe, completely confused.

I hurriedly tore open the letter.

> “I had a great time, June. It would be a pleasure to meet you again.

> — R.”

> P.S: I also paid for the room.

So, my one-night stand is Mr. Reed. But how the hell did he know my name?