บททั้งหมดของ One Night, No Names: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Clara My heart skipped. This is all shades of wrong but I can’t help it— there’s something about this arrogant asshole that is getting to me. It’s either the way he looks at me or the way his hand remains fiercely on mine. My entire body is craving him like a newly discovered drug. I never knew I could feel this way for a stranger and it’s getting me nervous. I’m trying to control the way my system is changing. I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with a total stranger. I swallowed hard. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest, and the slippery wetness of my panties clinging very intimately.“Let’s get out of here.”It wasn’t a question. It was an order, one that I shouldn’t obey but I found myself listening to him like a girl hypnotized. It wasn’t just a coincidence when we ended up in the same hotel where I had my reservations. The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to k

JasonI sat alone in my office staring at the files Monica dropped. She's quite an assistant if you ask me, good looking, smart, great at her job and fair in bed. That's what I say about everyone I've ever gotten involved with but this one— I paused, and looked at my phone. It's been three hours since I requested for the call to be made. My curiosity knew no bounds when I woke up and she was gone. Knowing I could get whatever information I wanted from anywhere in the world, I got her details. I looked away from the phone and raked my hands through my hair. My hair was still in shape; trimmed as always. I have a thing for appearing better than I feel. The worse I feel, the better I look.This is unlike me… to have scattered documents laying on my desk. My office felt different from usual. It's been this way since I got the call about my father. Although I'm the first son, I have never really understood my emotions and how to manage them. Grief for me is running away and that's e

Clara I closed the door behind me with more force, the sound of the door cracked through the quiet hallway, the lock clicked absolutely, and only then did my body seem to remember how tired it was. I stood there for a while, with my back to the door, my keys clenched so tightly in my fist. I was looking so stressed but I needed to freshen up and all. The house smell was the same as usual, but at this point instead of comforting me, it made my chest tight.I took a few steps forward, dropped my bag and keys on the bed, and the silence was too loud. My room seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for me to explain myself, to justify why I felt so hollow.My shoulders were sagging, I pulled my dress off, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap I didn’t bother to pick up. I pulled my shoes and placed them on the shoe rank. I quickly rushed to the bathroom, I took a deep breath, applied my cleanser on my face and on my body, I poured water then cleansed my face properly. I t

Jason I got home, freshened up, took out a pair of trousers and a shirt, quickly brushed out my hair, and I just feel everything is fine with Clara. I didn’t remember grabbing my keys or shutting the door behind me; I only remembered the blur of streetlights streaking past my hands gripping the steering wheel as if it were the only thing keeping me grounded. By the time I got to the hospital, the building looked cold and unforgiving, its bright lights harsh against the darkness outside. I jumped out of my car, I ran through the entrance, my breath uneven, my heart pounding louder than the echo of my footsteps on the tiled floor. The smell of antiseptic filled my lungs as I looked at faces, desperate for something familiar. I went through the corridor near a partially closed door marked Emergency Ward, I saw a young lady standing there with one hand on the door handle, her body angled as if she were trying to shut the world out. Mirabella face looked pale, her eyes red and glossy

Jason I pulled the car to a slow stop in front of the house, the engine humming softly as if reluctant to break the quietness that had settled inside the vehicle. The light glowed dimly, casting long shadows across the driveway. For a moment, none of us moved. Clara sat stiffly in the back seat, tiredness written into every line of her body, while Mirabella leaned forward, already reaching for her bag.“I’ve got her,” Mirabella said gently, opening the door before I could step out. The cool night air rushed in as she helped Clara to her feet, one arm steadying her waist. Clara’s steps were unsteady, losing her strength, and Jason watched closely, jaw tight, every instinct urging him to do more than simply stand back. I carried Mirabella’s overnight bag from the car and followed them up the walkway, my gaze never leaving Clara.We got inside the house, Mirabella guided Clara to the couch, easing her down carefully, adjusting the cushions until Clara was comfortable. “Just sit,”