Books About One Night Stands Novels & Stories

Disappointment flooded through her, blending with a sense of anger at herself for allowing him to have his way while she was vulnerable. She felt foolish, being caught up in a moment that meant nothing to him. “ Yes, that’s it? Well.. I wasn't expecting anything from you in return. I didn't take your money but that one night stand eased my burden and I don't regret it. I even thought we had a connection” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was just a fling?” “Maybe it was just that. A moment that felt real in the midst of the night,” Damien replied, avoiding her gaze. “I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

I try to pull away but his hold is unbelievably strong that I can't break away from it. "Your heart is beating so loud. Did you have a nightmare?" he wonders. "Tell me, what got you all scared and jumpy?" My cheeks are too flushed at this point and I know my face is the colour of a tomato. Scared? I'm not scared, I'm just embarrassed. It's like Simone says, the morning after a one-night stand is filled with way too much awkwardness; two sober adults who fucked just to escape whatever's haunting them now they both have to play it cool.

He asked,in a confused voice as anger seethes through him,he doesn't like women who threw themselves at them. Ruth dragged him to the bed making his bathing towel fall off his waist,his manhood sprung to life before her and she didn't hesitate to grab it. William moaned as he landed on the bed softly,his manhood still in Ruth's grip. “Don't start what you can't finish woman!!”.He warned, Ruth let go of his dick and flashed a quick smile. Williams’ dick became erect and couldn't resist the urge to satisfy the woman on his bed,he didn't request for any one night stand,but he had to make use of the opportunity before him.

It was just a one night stand, something he should have forgotten about, something I hoped he'd have forgotten the second I found out he was my boss. "I said, I missed you and I mean it. I did". The words rang in my head, a part of me is happy that the first time I had a one night stand, the guy remembered, but another part of me is really not happy that personal issues are getting in the way of work I missed you', He Said.

And that too, such a beautiful girl coming to Mark’s house for cleaning—it was completely unbelievable. June’s heat was relentless, inside and out. In such weather, how long does it take for a tiny spark to turn into fire? An exceptionally beautiful woman and an exceptionally successful, handsome businessman—who also happened to be a bachelor—spending the entire night under the same roof. And Mark’s cut lips were narrating last night’s story all by themselves. Patrick’s imagination ran wild, and within seconds, he had written the entire script of last night in his head. Lost in his thoughts, he unknowingly began smiling.

"I came home, drunk, and it just happened. As much as I hate to admit it, I had a good time with her." "What happened after that?" "What do you mean?" "There's always this talk after sex. Everyone will want to know where they stand and all." Connor shrugged. "I chased her out of my room and told her to never come near me." Nadia chuckled in disbelief. "I'm not surprised." "But that was so disgusting of you. I don't know how She felt but I think you made her feel like a piece of shit." "Please don't make me regret opening up to you. I've had lots of nightstands and that was just one of them. If I hadn't behaved that way, it would make her think I'm interested in her."

I rasped. “Why should I do that?” he asked with a smirk, I wanted to wipe off his mouth so badly. “Because you slept with her daughter, and... all I’m saying is I won’t have someone I slept with be my stepfather. That will be over my dead body,” I breathed, glaring hard at him, who didn’t look awkward one bit. “It was just a one-night stand, and for the record, it didn’t enter the top ten for my best one-night stands, but I won’t cringe if I remember it,” he said, and my chest tightened in anger.

[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.”

JUST A ONE NIGHT STAND ALEKSANDER'S POV The air was bitterly cold tonight, and my mood was sour enough to match. A gust of wind ruffled my hair and I groaned with irritation as I swiped my hand through it before reaching into my front pocket and pulled out my cigarette. "No, Aleksander, we don't have time for that. We're already late! We've missed half the damn show", Before l could light the cigarette, my business partner, Nikolai shoved at my shoulder and kept walking towards the theater.

I need an excellent one-night stand to get over him. We are out back smoking a shared cigarette. I am leaning up against a wall, one leg angle against the wall, and he asks me my name. I tell him to call me "A," and he tells me to call him " B." I let out a cute chuckled laugh because that was funny, then that's when I get a good honest look at him, and he is attractive in a very adorable way. He has a beautiful smile, innocent written all over it, and he is small but not too skinny. That is when I start to feel guilty, and my head drops a bit. I let out a big sigh, and he asks me what's wrong. I tell him the truth, which is that I am a bit hung up on someone and came out tonight looking to