Novel & Cerita Accidental Fuck

On my feet. Fuck.

Urgh Without thinking, I flung my bag across the room. It hit the floor with a dull thud and I was about to collapse onto my bed—But then, I froze. My breath hitched in my throat. Because there was someone already in my bed. A guy. A shirtless guy. What the—f*ck I staggered back, my chest lingering and it was obvious. Who the hell was he? How did he even get in? My brain went into a state of deep thinking. My bed. My freaking bed. And a half-naked stranger was sleeping in it like he owned the place?!

It couldn't be, she couldn't have been! "I don't know! You slept with someone who isn't an escort? If you didn't sound so scandalized, I would be overjoyed right now." He scoffed. "This is no time for jokes! I have to find her. She must have been drunk and... Shit! I fucked an innocent girl-" "If she didn't push you away, then she wanted it." My brother said nonchalantly. True. It was also not the first time such a thing had happened. But for some reason, I felt like that wasn't the case in this scenario.

Every rational thought scattered. Fuck.

"How the hell did this happen? How did we go from a club in London to getting married in Las Vegas?!” I groan when an ache shoots through my skull at the volume of her tone. “Fuck, dial down the volume sweetheart; my brain is about to fall through my arse.” I sigh, rubbing my temples. “Honestly, I don’t know how this happened or how we would up here, okay? I didn’t exactly plan to get in a drunken stupor and marry some stranger I met in a club.”

The window of opportunity had suddenly narrowed, forcing an immediate, improvised encounter. He watched as Whitney got her food two blocks from the office, engaged in what he clinically registered as a "gross flirting fit" with the server, and then launched into an unusually long conversation on her phone for the walk back. Her attention fully consumed, she hurried along the pavement, a half-full coffee cup balanced precariously in her hand. ​This was his cue. The seasoned warrior had to become the perfectly timed, clumsy human distraction. This move needed to be flawless, it would be the first 'accidental encounter' in the long list of calculated collisions to follow.

Her best friend has been hurt alot of time and she does not want that to happen again so it better not be a game. Well the information she collected is enough for the moment, if she waits longer she is afraid Mackie might suspects her and throw her out or even do something worst. As she turns to leave she bumps into someone. "Sorry miss I ..." "It is you?" Tracy gasp and points at the man in front of her. Felix smile and as a famous person he is, he expects himself to be well known but this person has a familiar aura. "Why did I meet you here?" "Do I know you ?"

“In that case, let’s f*ck again. The airport can wait.” In his entire life, Zac had never been so hyped up with s*x, even with his past relationships, he only made love to them because it was required when you are in a relationship. Kisses and petting become so boring that they have to f*ck so that they can tell their friends later and brag about it.

Now, that's a question I'm unable to find an answer for. "Fuck.... Ah!"

FUCK! Not only had I fucked up once I had done it fucking twice… TWICE! Once during high school and then again on New Year’s Eve. I’m a piss poor excuse of a guy! “I don’t remember,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t remember any of it, Jenna.” And my heart broke, as I watched tears well up in Jenna's eyes, right before she looked away from me. As if she was unable to meet my gaze any longer. Because fuck me, here I was, doing nothing but flirt with her constantly, wanting to kiss her and make her mine forever, only to now find out that we had already kissed and I had forgotten her because I had been drunk… TWICE!