บททั้งหมดของ His After One Night: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

AlessandroIn all honesty, my attachment to Fiore De Venezia is strange. Of course, there are better places around, but for some reason, I visit this bar more than I visit home.As I walked into my sanctuary, Mike dashed me a smirk from the stage. Not a lot of people live to see the next day if they do as much as breathe beside me. I guess Mike, the singer, has a soft spot in my bitter-sweet life.The bar was full as usual, and couples were sharing drinks while laughing or whispering as though passing sacred words between each other.But one thing was different. Unlike other days, there was one person seated at the bar without a partner.Normally, that single person is me.A little curious, I approached the bar. As I took a seat and turned in her direction, I frowned in amusement.“Is there a reason you are staring at me?” She wished to sound harsh, but there was an implanted softness in her tone that made it seem like she was telling a joke.“Using eyedrops in a setting like this is

CarrieMy back hit the soft bed.By the time my excited gaze returned to him, his shirt was gone.Like a drunk fool, I sucked my breath in. I do that every time I see a well-toned chest that traces to the lower abdomen in a really, really sexy way.“I knew it.” I gasped as his fingers grazed my skin while he pulled at my sweatpants. “You look absolutely beautiful in my bed.”“You do remember this is a one-night stand, right?” I was starved of pleasure, true, but I still needed to ask that question.“That's more reason to appreciate this night while we can.”His perfect words stirred my heart. But I could not communicate that. The swift way he pulled off my cotton panties and exposed me to the chill air made me too giddy.“Hmm...” He didn't shy away from inhaling the scent of my vagina. And damn. Even his breath did things to me, I had to clutch the sheets. "You are pretty down here too."“Please," I begged. "Just fuck me already,”“Enjoy this more," he cajoled and annoyingly, he stood

CarrieWith his grey hair looking scantier than before, he walked into the room, his lips pressed into a thin line.I got up from the bed and rushed closer, eager to hear what he had to say.“I've been busy,” was all he said.“Oh, I-”Another person walked in. And it turned out to be my mother. Walking in after her was my Uncle Steve, my father’s younger brother.Seeing how they were all in my room, I guessed that they wished to speak to me about the wedding.“Carrie…” My father began to speak once the door was securely closed. “I am sure you know that I decided to call off the wedding.”“Yes, Dad, I-”“Arranging that wedding was my way of helping you, Carrie.” The wrinkles around his eyes deepened, and that sight made me worry. A sigh left my old man, and his feet danced for a second. “You keep living your life as if you don’t have one. You never act like you have a purpose.”“But, I do.” The path our discussion was leading to was one that we have visited a lot in the past. And I am

CarrieThe second test confirmed that I was truly pregnant.Ha ha.The universe is certainly loving how I’m falling deeper into this shit.Searching for Alessandro sounds doable when one utters the statement. But actually doing it… How the heck will that work?But that doesn’t mean I am not willing to search for Alessandro. I will even hunt him to the underworld if that’s where he is. I’ll even stalk him as long as it ensures that I don’t get married to Frank.However, my father’s one-week ultimatum is quite slim for searching for the man whose baby is slowly growing inside me.But, as I said, I’m not giving up.And that’s why I am presently staring at the height of the hotel Alessandro took me to. I just hope I’ll meet him here.“Are you sure he’ll still be here?” Gary cut my thoughts short.As I turned to him, I saw the familiar look of pity that everyone but my father has been tossing at me ever since they heard about my situation.“I hope I do. How’s the digital search going?”“Th

Alessandro“Spit it out,” I ordered, holding myself back from treading the path of chaos.“Mm…Mmm Mmm…” The bastard kneeling in front of me uttered incoherent words, and I lost it.He has been hoarding something important inside his mouth, and since it was something he would be unable to swallow, he made sure to clamp his mouth as firmly as possible.But I don’t have time for such games.So, I faced the butler beside me and reached for the gun he deliciously presented on his gold tray.With charisma, I toyed with the weapon for some seconds. My eyes tingled with joy as I ran my fingers through the blackness of the weapon, and I began to feel the rush I hadn’t felt in weeks.My impatient self then faced the bastard, and the fear in his eyes told me that I was already torturing him.Of course, in the face of a deadly weapon, fear is only normal.But you know what? I consider fear an annoying reaction.People tremble in the worst ways when they are caught doing things they shouldn’t be d