A Crazy One-night Stand Novels & Stories

[Gianna’s POV] I stare in disbelief at the man in front of me as he stares me down with those intense eyes of his. He’s being serious. He’s being serious and if this kept up and someone caught us then my career would be ruined. “What exactly do you want me to say?” I ask, looking around. “Do you not understand the meaning of a one night stand?” “I do,” he counters. “But usually those I fuck usually have the common decency to wait until I wake up to say lets leave.”

00. The sheer weight of the sum made her breath catch in her throat. One million dollars. It was an astronomical amount of money, a life-changing fortune dropped into her account just for a single night of unhinged, forbidden passion. The realization that the cold stranger was indeed an untouchable, powerful billionaire made her stomach do a nervous, dizzying flip. Meanwhile, down in the dim, concrete shadows of the underground garage, I slid into the leather interior of my blacked-out luxury sedan. The heavy doors shut with a dull, vacuum-sealed thud, cutting off the rest of the world.

She asked, increasing her tempo. He moaned, cupping her jiggling butt in his hands. He was at her mercy now. Maybe he really should talk about him. Maybe Belle could indeed help his situation, help him. "Belle was a one-night stand of his, but i never met her. He too, met her just that once. But she left, before he could even talk to her or get her contact." Belle slowed down again, and stretched her head to kiss him with her slurpy mouth.

★★★★ Aurora could be seen pacing up, and down trying to calm down but she just couldn't. A man she had a one-night stand with, is after her, and that alone scares her. The door opened slowly, and Bianca walked in. “What is up Aurora? You said it was urgent” Bianca said In concern. “Who is he?” She asked, and Bianca stare at her confused. “The fucking guy you hook me up with. Who the fuck is he?” Aurora asked softly, and Bianca sighed.

I instinctively put a hand to my head. "What's going on?" I wondered aloud, confused. Then, the face of the stranger I thought I'd spent the night with a month ago flashed in my mind. A wave of panic washed over me. What if our one night together had resulted in a pregnancy? I tried to recall his face, but it remained a blank slate. The events from that night haunted my thoughts, refusing to fade. I tried to push the memory of the stranger from my mind. It wasn't right, I needed to focus on my husband.

All thanks to his best buddy, Thompson White, born into wealth and generous with the spendings, he was able to sit at a table comfortably through the evening while his mere presence topped the bill rapidly. "Take it easy on yourself, man," Silas growled silently, picking his glass off the table and taking a mouthful of the expensive alcohol as he observed Thompson from the corner of the glass. "I'm okay," Thompson laughed. "Just really worried. I should be, right?" he continued, his expression changing quickly into a frown. "How am I even supposed to handle this? She's been all weird. More like crazy," Thompson complained, slapping his palm hard on the face of the table.

He was angry, for hell knew what fucking reason. "You clearly don't know the definition of a one night stand, buddy. I picked you up in a bar. We go home. Have fun. I leave in the morning. We don't get to know each other. We don't exchange pleasantries. That's it. Done deal." I tried to explain as calmly as I could. This guy was pushing my buttons. I didn't want someone. Not right now, and even if I wanted to have him as mine, my father would throw massive hissy fit. Shun me from the pack. What would happen to my mate, if I one day decided to find him?

“Not at all. I believe girls like you have layers in your personalities. And I don’t see that too often nowadays.” “Girls like me have secret identities hidden in our closets. You met my alter-ego last night, by the way.” He laughed. “I have a feeling you want to forget what happened between us last night.” She stared at him seriously. “You’re not exactly a nobody, you know. Honestly, you’re the last guy I expected to be involved in a one-night stand with.” He raised an eyebrow. “So that’s what it is? A one-night stand?” She looked down on her fingers nervously. “Yeah…I guess so. It was not supposed to happen. But it did. I got caught up in the moment and my curiosity made me go overboard. I

think of horrible excuses. I'm sure Grant's a nice guy, but there's an unwritten agreement when you have a one-night stand — you don't have to see them again. Two months ago after consuming more alcohol than an elephant at a kegger, I threw caution to the wind and had a very... productive one-night stand with Grant. The sex was off the charts hot, but I didn't consider the fact I don't do rich guys and he's a founding member of the RDA group. A group that is hell bent on adding me as a new initiate regardless of how many times I try to blow them off. Marissa twists her long brown hair into a messy bun and sits on the couch across from us. "Word on the street is Grant will stop by later, but

“Just promise me he’s not some creep from a bar again or something. You deserve someone who treats you right.” I pursed my lips. “Please. It’s not what you think it is. It was just a hookup. One-night stand, I promise! It won’t happen again.” Diana stops walking abruptly, her grip tightening on my arm. “A one-night stand? Roxette, you’re blushing like you just ran a marathon. That’s not how ‘one-night stands’ work.” “Am I? You're mistaken. It wasn't like that, really. You're wrong this time.” I said defensively.