One Night One Mistake Novel Novels & Stories

I couldn’t get far the nurse had rushed into the room and stopped me from tempting death with my stupidity. The nurse had the tubes and drips on and giving me a shot that made everything fade away as I fluttered my eyes drifting off. The flashes of that night unfolded in front of me and it was one hell of a night not in a good way. After Jack had walked out to rescue his brother, I followed him no question about it and we drove to the warehouse as instructed. I had a plan that would have worked out, but I was driven by revenge that, when the escape was in my grasp I chose to let go and run with emotions instead of instincts.

“I have been thinking about you…your body…everything, and I know how one-night stands work, but the issue is that…one night isn’t enough. I want more. I want to fuck you…over and over. I want many more nights with you.” The room went very quiet. I sat there for a moment and let the words settle and felt something go still in me. I had no idea if I should feel offended by his blunt approach or offended. Then I looked at him and I spoke. “Last night,” I said, keeping my voice low and level, “was a mistake. It was the worst night of my life, and I was not in my right mind, and it was a one-time thing that should never have happened.” I paused. “It does not mean what you seem to think it means.

It was incredible, and she might have rejoiced if she didn’t understand what it meant. Aaron’s gaze raked over her, watching her every move as he said, “One mistake from you, one mistake on your end, and we lose this. Everything crumbles. Everything falls apart. It takes only one rumor to start that fire. Just one.” He paused and dragged a heavy hand through his blonde hair, ruining the swoosh of it. “Why him, Ivy? Wasn’t I good enough for you?” Her eyes stung and she bit the inside of her cheek, relishing the mild pain that came from it. Anything to stop those tears from falling. Anything at all. “I’m sorry. I need some time to—”

She watched his eyes darken. "I can't do this," he said. Low. Almost to himself. "You already are." His forehead dropped to hers. They stood there in his messy room with the campus silent outside and his heartbeat loud against the quiet — and for a moment there was no quarterback, no scholarship girl, no humiliating morning with his laughing teammates. There was just two people who had made something irreversible out of one reckless night and had no idea how to live with it. "This is a mistake," he breathed. "I know."

“Tell me Harl, who was the man that stood a few feet from me when he kissed another woman?” “Larissa…” “You kissed your wife’s sister?” she hissed, staring at me like I was some monster. “You…” she shook her head; I could see the tears glistening in the corner of her eyes. “The only mistake I made was believing that there was something between us. That you actually lo…” she clamped her lips shut as if she had almost said more than she should have done. “It is not what you think it is, you wouldn’t understand,” I whispered.

But for some reason, I haven't had sex with any other woman after her; it didn't feel right. I knew I was just being in my delusions; I knew that it'd be close to impossible to see her, but I couldn't help but hope. Someone knocked on my room door. It must be Lucia. I thought, “I'm in the restroom." I called out. I needed time to myself and to get rid of my erection. Still, the door opened. Maybe Lucia would drop dinner for me and leave as usual; she was the only maid allowed to do that. “Can I join you?" I spun around to see Debra without clothes, fully naked, looking at me with pleasing eyes. Her eyes glanced at my member.

Last night had left like a dream , but really came crashing down the next second. What had she done? Her eyes widened. She had spent the night with a man she had known for less than twenty - four hours. An alpha king , a billionaire and a stranger. Panic gripped her chest. No. This was a mistake, a beautiful mistake. But a mistake nonetheless. Carefully , she slipped out of the bed , trying not to wake him. She quickly gathered her clothes scattered across the room. Her fingers trembled as she dressed. She stole one last glance at Damien, he looked peaceful , too peaceful. As if he trusted she would still be there when he woke.

I had made one mistake—just one tiny mistake. I stopped pacing, my fingers curling into the hem of my dress as I stared blankly at the floor. I cheated. Once. It wasn’t even serious. Just a fleeting moment, a mistake I regretted the second it happened. But he found out. Of course, he found out. Alexander Hastings always found out. He ended it so easily, so coldly. Like I was nothing to him. But I couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t afford to let him go.

He slides out of the bed, standing in front of me butt naked and I do my best not to let my eyes drink him in. "Ha!" I scoff, "Please, just stop. You sound like a cocky bastard who believes that every woman you sleep with wants more than just a one night stand." I look him up and down, shaking my head. "Did it ever occur to you that I only ever wanted one night with you?" He chuckles, "You all say that and when I return home from working your waiting for my arrival." His top lip curls up into a snarl. "Well, you can thank your lucky stars because now that I'm sober I realise this was all a big mistake." I huff out.

“I texted Dax, the owner, while you were getting ready. Your guy is already upstairs waiting. Room 217. You have nothing to worry about… I paid triple the going rate to ensure total discretion and covered a full health screening so he is clean. And according to Dax he is stupidly hot. Like, forget-your-own-name hot.” My stomach dropped to my knees. “I’m about to lose my virginity to a complete stranger in a sex club.” “People have one-night stands literally every single day,” Cora said matter-of-factly. “So don’t make it a big deal…It happens every time. The only difference is yours comes with a purpose. One hour of your life, Isla. That’s the price you get to pay for your freedom. For your