Books About One Night Stands Novels & Stories

Then again, it could just be that he was very good looking and seemed interested in having a good time. “Business. You?” Another sip of my vodka and cranberry to quench my thirst. “Work party.” “Sounds…” “Boring.” He chuckled. “The rowdy bunch in the corner?” I peeked over, and sure enough, Micah was on the table doing a strip tease. I shook my head and turned back. Working with the dead, it was probably the first time any of them had lived in months. “I have no idea who those crazies are.”

★★★★ 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.

Leon Redfield grabbed Gray Danvers's hands on either side of his head and gave her a strong grip, knocking her down onto the grass and covering her body with an evil grin: Why don't the two of us talk with body language? ** Walking along the beach at night is a wonderful thing. The cool breeze blew past the blond hair blowing in the wind, the cold air gradually penetrated to make the delicate skin white. The vast night sky sparkles with stars, the sound of waves crashing and the faint scent of natural flowers and grass. "It's beautiful here," exclaimed Marris excitedly, looking around. "Yeah, better than four walls." Zane Stark nodded. At least he was wearing normal clothes and not a thi

I'm too scared to turn around and find Marcus standing there, a distraught expression on his face. The road is alive with the energy of the night, cars rushing by, and people weaving through the sidewalks. But I can barely register anything going on around me, lost in my thoughts. Absentmindedly driving home, I turn on the radio, needing the noise to drown out the voices and emotions Marcus has stirred within me. New York City, with its towering buildings and bustling streets, feels both comforting and suffocating.

"You mean one night stand guy?" I nodded. "Yeah, I know he's not the one. If he was he would tell me right? He wouldn't keep it a secret." "What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?" Reina's question made me think for awhile. I haven't thought about that. "But what if he knows, but he doesn't want to remind me about it, because it was just a one night stand." "Mmh, that's another way of thinking about it. You will never know if you don't ask him."

Or get his dick in me again. The image of Dorian Reed's dick flashes into my head and I try to push it aside. Dorian was a one-time deal, I tell myself. That's the whole point of a one night stand...you never have to see the person again. Of course, most one night stands don't then show up on your front doorstep to live with you for the summer. It was one time only. One time that happened to be really fucking good. Like, mind-blowingly good. The kind of thing you read about in dirty books.

Damien's POV [The Morning After The One Night Stand] I reached out and twisted the shower's knob, cutting off the stream of warm water before stepping out of the cubicle. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist and walked slowly to the mirror hanging in a corner of the bathroom before wiping off the steam from the surface so I could see my reflection After a few sharp wipes, my reflection stared blankly back at me and I stared back. I had seen my face countless times throughout my life but every time I did, I always had the same bored, unfazed and unimpressed reaction

I think I might go to hell. A small part of me could not help being excited at seeing him again. Knowing he wasn’t a dream or figment of my imagination. I bit my lip feeling slightly intrigued by the fact that I get to see again. Maybe we can pick up where we left off. I shook the thought out of my head. How do I tell Laurel that my one night stand is our professor? It feels like walls are closing in on me. I walked into my dorm greeting the middle-aged at the reception. I sighed as I stepped in the elevator and pushed button for the fifth floor where my room is.

The look on his face suggested he had worked through whatever internal calculation he needed to reach the next logical problem. “This is not some kind of movie. I have no intention of sleeping on the floor.” His voice was perfectly level. “If you have an issue with sharing the bed, I’m sure the floor is spacious enough to accommodate you.” If I hadn’t already established, thoroughly and without any remaining doubt, that this man was a complete and total asshole, I might have let my mouth fall open. But I had. So I simply processed the information with the dignity it deserved. “We are only staying one night. Right?”

she stamped her foot and wailed, “You are embarrassing me, Rod. We are grown ups and not kids. You are very much aware of what you did to me on that night, so why are you sounding strange all of a sudden? Are you expecting anything contrary?” “Yes, of course, I am expecting a huge contrary perspective to it. First, the one-night stand was a mistake. Yes, you were all over me, something you haven’t done for years after our break up and you filled me with so much alcohol.” Rod tapped his head to recall that night, “Yes, I am right. You were up to something that night, and now you have got it. Ordinarily, I wasn’t interested.”