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Timothy stood by Stacy's side, facing Julia. An angry and recognizable voice, approaching her like a storm, stole Julia's attention. She felt her thumping heart hammering in his ribcage for a second, not from joy, but from shame, as two people embarrassed her in front of public transportation. Everyone had their phones out, and Julia was worried that someone would record it.

The fear and pain consumed me, and I prayed for someone to come and rescue me. As I lay there on the floor, writhing in pain, I suddenly sensed someone's presence near me. I turned my head and saw Stanley standing over me, his face contorted into a look of mischievous smile. His eyes were focused intently on me, and I could see the tension in his jaw as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. My heart sank at the sight of him. Despite the pain wracking my body, I felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over me. Now, I was in no position to defend myself, and all I could do was lie there, helpless and vulnerable.

Hi, I'm the author behind this book "One Night Stand" and I'm happy to complete it finally after so many hardships. This book is close to my heart. And I hope we all overcome the current pandemic suituation together. "One night stand" is my second book which I wrote for four months and planned it for two months. Finally, I did it. Completed my book. I hope you liked my book and enjoyed every chapters. The book revolves around two people who live in Anaheim accidentally meet in a random club and fall in love after so many things.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, when I was ready to turn around and fall into defeat, the door finally creaked open. Stanley stood there, his towering figure filling the doorway. His eyes narrowed when he saw me. The anger in them was unmistakable. “I thought I asked you to leave?” he said, his voice sharp like a whip, and it cut through the air. I didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. Instead, I dropped to my knees, the cold of the floor seeping through my clothes, and my hands shook as they pressed into the ground. Tears spilled freely down my cheeks, each one a bitter reminder of my mistakes.

However, encountering someone so clueless about humility was a first for her. Frank has such taste? With no chair to sit on, Oriel decided to stand.

~Zara’s POV~ When Stanley suggested a quiet place for our meeting, I didn't expect a noisy bar full of old, drunk men dancing and trying to flirt with girls. As soon as I walked in, all eyes were on me. I felt awkward, unsure if they were staring at my outfit or something else. Either way, I was irritated as I spotted Stanley sitting at the far end. The music was loud, and the smell of alcohol made my skin crawl. Stanley saw me and waved. I hurried toward him, ignoring the prying eyes.

Cassie’s POV I stood in front of the massive mansion, its towering pillars and sprawling grounds as familiar as they were overwhelming. Nostalgia swept through me in a wave I wasn’t prepared for. This place had once been my sanctuary, but also my cage. Compared to my small condo, this was paradise, yet I had left it behind because I couldn’t breathe here. My mother never supported my dream, so I chose to chase it alone. Now, with my career in shambles, I wondered if walking away had been worth it.

You should be writing your novel and not having obscene fantasies about your brother! " Thinking about me, little sister?” The familiar voice says. For a second I think it's all in my imagination until I take note of the shadow falling across my table. I shut my laptop and turn around with a gasp and truly, the subject of my imagination is standing there. He looks fresh out of practice, dressed in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, sweat littered around his tatted torso, hair wet and sticking to the sides of his face and jersey hung on his shoulders.

I thought that he might have had something meaningful to say to me, but it was just him ranting and saying how life didn't turn out for him like he expected it to have. While on my way back to my desk, I noticed something. Stanley was standing right outside Vincent's office and he was looking around the floor. His eyes were scanning the place, and I thought that perhaps he was looking for Charles. It would be a surprise for Charles and Vincent to have a private discussion after such a meeting. Ignoring the situation, I focused on going to my desk and figuring out how I was going to balance the case with Margaret, and the project with Prime Ventures. I hadn't even settled into my chair when s

“Close the door fully and feel free. I’m not a monster. My name is Ethan. The first time I saw you at the bar, I wanted to come meet you. You were very beautiful to be looking so down that night. But when I saw that man from earlier approach you, I had to stop. I waited, watched and listened instead.” I just stood there listening to him with shame burning in my chest. My face felt hot. I remembered that night too well. The drinks, the one night stand with Mark, the bad decisions, how I paid him and left. Now this stranger knew details I wished I could forget. I didn’t say anything. I just listened, arms crossed tight over my chest.