A Crazy One-night Stand Novels & Stories

She nodded severally "Which is exactly why you NEED to go out tonight! You need to get all dolled up, put on that sexy red dress you bought a few months ago, go to a club and meet a guy who is going to rock your world for the night. Then you're going to upload the pictures to social media so you can show that asshole, Ryan that you don't need him to be happy. I mean, you've been dating that douchebag for two years now and you've been so faithful that you haven't even looked at another man meanwhile he was fucking his co-worker! It's time for you to get back in the game! At least for tonight, I want you to forget everything and just have fun!" I paused and bit down on my lower lip as I though

She doesn't even let me finish before she starts talking, "So your boss, who is actually married to the angry-faced receptionist, is hitting on you even at work? Damn, that's twisted. It's even funnier that it's just your first day at work. Sorry, baby." When I eventually overthink myself to sleep, it's like a ball field in my head; one part is happy about what's happening in Jose's life, and the other is wondering what's happening to mine. I really don't want any issues with a boss or his wife, so I pray nothing happens. Well at least, I didn't think about the handsome stranger I had a one-night stand with. Oh shit! I just did, I groan and force my eyes to close. Jake's POV

, I said and pushed her head off from my shoulder. She stirred in her place. She looked at me with angry eyes. " So , You mean that It was just a one night stand ", anger was leased in her voice . I smirked and said ," No , It wasn't a one night stand ". Her face relaxed hearing this but soon fell on my next words, " As you can see, We make it out in the day so we can call it a One Day stand ". . Her face colour drained .She was huffing in anger ." You Motherfucker ! ", She roared and grabbed my collar .

"I don't know what exactly happened, but I'm going to assume that when I left, you got drunk, used MY tab, partied, saw Stan, and then slept with him. News flash! That's called a one-night stand. You're not the only person who experienced it. I do it all the time. But the only thing you missed was that you let him stay. Wake up, Christine. You're allowing a stranger in your house, and you've slept with him, TWICE.

“Well. I wasn’t actually alone.” All three of them set down their cups of coffee, their eyes bright and sharp. Oh, boy. Here we go. “Not alone?” Kat said. “So who, pray tell, were you with?” “Ummm. A guy.” They blinked. “Which guy?” Jenny said. “You don’t have a guy.” “Yeah, well. I still don’t. He was just a – a casual thing.” “Holy Christ,” Liv said. “You finally had a one-night-stand.”

And then it exploded completely the moment I stepped inside. My eyes found her immediately. Head tilted backward, throat exposed, gulping alcohol straight from a bottle someone was pouring into her mouth while she lay flat on the bar. The crowd around her was chanting, hands clapping in rhythm. "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" I blinked. Blinked again. Because I couldn't be seeing this correctly. Because if I was, there was only one conclusion I could come to. Amber Crystabel Moon was completely and utterly stupid.

Lucy waved as she drove away. An extravagant party accompanied by loud music and a beautiful display of fireworks lit up the place. The bar was filled with gaudily dressed women and men who were there to seek indulgence. I walked into the bar wearing denim jean pants and a white shirt. Life is but a dream> I thought to myself while recalling the last time I was here. That was the same day I had a one-night stand with Sebastian. “Ele, over here….”

“What? You cannot blame me for wanting a Spanish charm of my own besides what is the harm? I am the single one and you are the about to be hitched but still stuck up on a one night stand one” “I am not stuck up on anything with him” I muttered, the indignation in my tone at her implication. “Of course you are, Isabella. I have known you for years and this is the first time you seem agitated about a man and one that you have nothing with. You want him just as much as he wants you and I suggest you go for it” “You should be the responsible friend” I wailed. “Nope… we both know the last thing I am is responsible and you threw yours out of the window when you decided to go to Las Vegas and fuck

“And you think this isn’t creepy? What is your problem?” “Maybe you’re right. You’ve been in my head ever since that night and I can’t seem to get you out. Now, whose fault is that?” He’s crazy. Because he’s not making any sense at all. “Dominique, it’s called a one-night stand for a reason. And knowing the type of man you are, you’ve had hundreds of those. Why’s this any different?” “Because you’re different.” “Bullshit.” Dominique bites his bottom lip and takes another step forward, this time I don’t move back and that’s because I can feel the couch behind me, rubbing against the back of my legs. He’s close now, too close, I can feel the warmth emanating from his body.

He quickly suppressed his expression, his gaze turning cold as it landed on Chloe. Uh— Feeling the weight of Lionel's stare, Chloe blushed and quickly composed herself, remembering that the person she was laughing at was Lionel's lover. Clearing her throat, she turned her attention back to the TV. The scene became chaotic as the footage started to shake. "Red thong! Red thong!" A wave of shouts erupted as fans' phones and tablets began snapping pictures. Moira panicked when her manager trembled as he tried to retrieve the thong from her back. Her heavily made-up face cracked in shock. She screamed, covering her face as she rushed to the car, but the fans surged toward her with unprecedented