All Chapters of One Night Stand series : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

/Mimi/I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the alley that kiss the way Ethan pulled away like he was seconds from losing control.It wasn’t rejection.It was restraint.And somehow… that was worse.By morning, my brain was a chaotic spreadsheet of possible explanations:Column AHe’s terrified of intimacy.Column BHe’s secretly married, with five children, and a golden retriever.Column CHe’s a runaway prince.I was midway through brushing my teeth when I paused in the mirror.“…He’s not a prince, Mimi.”My reflection stared back, unimpressed. Maybe a knight, though. Ugh. I hated myself.At 10 a.m., my phone remained tragically silent.By noon, I’d refreshed my messages twelve times.By 3 p.m., my friends had called our group chat:Zara:Where’s Mr. Alleyway Lips?Kim:Did y’all elope?Tasha:MIMI ANSWER OR I’M CALLING INTERPOL.I texted back:Me:He said he’d call.Grace:Yesterday??Yep. It was official. I had become That Girl the one staring at her phone like it he

/Ethan/I heard the door before I even registered the sound.A soft click. Then murmured voices. She didn’t need to say anything for me to know she was the one…. I heard her name and that was enough. The woman who’d been haunting every thought since the night we met.Mimi.The name itself felt like warmth. Like danger. Like everything I didn’t know how to want but couldn’t stop reaching for anyway.I was in my study, half lost in a spreadsheet that didn’t matter, whenI smiled without meaning to. She wasn’t supposed to be here tonight, but the thought of her surprising me sent a surge of something bright through my chest. Maybe she missed me. Maybe she’d decided she couldn’t keep pretending what we had was “just fun.”I pushed back from my desk, ready to greet her.Then I heard Bella voice.“Hi… you must be Mimi.”My chest went still.Her.I swore under my breath and shot out of my chair, my pulse thudding hard against my throat. She was definitely going to misunderstand the situation

/mimi/ At that time, the lust began to appear on my eyes, and unconsciously, I started opening my mouth slowly as if I couldn't wait to put his huge cock in my mouth and taste it. I think lust has taken over me tonight, because I am basically not behaving like someone in their right sense… even the way am talking doing all this process is weird. Looking at Ethan's cock intently as if his cock was something precious to me, I brought my face closer to heavily and unconsciously, letting out my tongue. "Ethan, let me have a taste of your huge cock. " I said with a lust in my eyes "What is this, Mimi ? You already want to taste my cock? " he inquired "Aaa... Yes. Looking at your huge cock that looks so delicious.. aaaaa... I can't help myself from desiring to taste your cock" I answered while breathing heavily… it ok to say I’ve gone crazy as of now. "If you couldn't hold yourself anymore, then you can taste my cock " he said "Thank you, Ethan... Mr. huge cock, please let me have a

/Ethan/I never thought love could feel like drowning. But that’s what it was the slow suffocation of wanting someone you couldn’t keep. After our amazing time together that night… we got talking again but now I can’t even pick up her calls.Mimi’s laughter had been my air, her eyes my anchor. And now, every time I looked at my phone and saw her name, I felt like a man standing at the edge of a cliff one more step, and I’d fall so deep I might never come back.So I stopped answering.Stopped calling.Stopped breathing, really.Every text she sent burned through me like fire I wasn’t allowed to touch. I’d scroll through her messages playful, confused, then finally, desperate and I’d type out a hundred replies that I never sent.Because I couldn’t tell her the truth.Couldn’t tell her my father had cornered me.Couldn’t tell her that the same man who’d built empires now planned to sell me into a merger a marriage to Juliana Cross, a woman from another powerful family whose name meant st

/Ethan/The ballroom was a cage.It shimmered with chandeliers, laughter, and the kind of elegance that only existed to hide the rot beneath. Every corner smelled of expensive perfume and false promises, and I could feel the weight of every camera, every investor, every perfectly rehearsed smile pressing down on me.“Smile, Ethan,” my father whispered as we stood near the marble staircase. “It’s the least you can do.”I did. But it wasn’t real.Across the room, Juliana Cross stood by the champagne fountain, dazzling and detached, like a jewel displayed behind glass. She caught my gaze and smiled polite, practiced, hollow.We’d both been raised for this. For duty. For the performance. For a future neither of us chose.And yet, all I could think about was Mimi.The way her laugh filled a room. The way she rolled her eyes when she was pretending not to care. The way she had looked that night in the rain furious and beautiful and breaking all at once.I hadn’t seen her in weeks, but she