One Night One Mistake Novel Novels & Stories

Sex was one thing, hearing him admit out loud that he wanted nothing further was another. The intensity from the bookstore and the car ride now felt like a trick of my own imagination. There was nothing real beneath it. Enough. I forced the thought into place with deliberate finality. It was a one night mistake. I would never create more space in my head for a bodyguard who had already decided I did not belong in his. ********************************************

"Then let's end this." I arrived at the restaurant first. I wore a black dress. Simple. Elegant. Dangerous. I sat at the table and waited. The room was dimly lit, all dark wood and candlelight. Soft jazz played from hidden speakers. The kind of place where powerful men made deals and broke lives without anyone noticing. Victor walked in five minutes later. He was handsome in a cold way. Dark hair. Grey eyes. A smile that didn't reach his eyes. He walked like a man who owned every room he entered.

His profile was cut sharp against the pale morning light, beautiful, distant, unreadable. “Good morning,” she said softly, searching for a trace of the warmth she’d felt the night before. He turned, grey eyes cool now. His voice was smooth, too careful. “About last night…” Her stomach tightened. She was begging all her stars to stop the moment right there. She was not ready for what was coming toward her. She will never be ready for that. “It was… a mistake.” His words were clipped, controlled. “A one-night lapse in judgment.”

It was Clark Alcaide, my fiancé's young uncle—and the man I had spent the night with. "Mmm, aren't you going to acknowledge me?" he asked, leaning closer and pinning me against the wall. "Let me go, Mr. Alcaide. You seem to have forgotten who I am," I replied, my tone sharp as I tugged my hand from his tight grip. I squirmed, trying to escape his hold. "Hmm, I know you. I remember how your body responded to every touch I gave," he smirked. "Mr. Alcaide, watch your words. That was the biggest mistake I ever made, and you only took advantage of my drunkenness."

But he can't tell her that knowing her feelings are purely business. "I didn't make a mistake," Charles muttered. Yeah, he knew who he was making love to that night. He knew but he was having too much fun to stop. If he did make a mistake about her, that's when he took advantage of her being drunk.

And walked out. Only in the elevator, staring at my flushed reflection in the metal doors, did the memory hit me again — the way he’d paused, eyes locked on mine, the way my body had arched into him without hesitation. Heat hit me low in my stomach so suddenly it made me press my legs together. I pressed my legs together, trying to ignore it. This was supposed to be one night. One stupid, reckless mistake. But as the elevator descended, I felt it — that quiet, dangerous pull dragging me backward. Like the night wasn’t finished with me yet.

I know I’ve gotten over Jordan, probably, but I couldn’t say it, and he found satisfaction in my gullible moment. **** When the words “sorry” left his mouth, it irritated me even more. I didn’t know what he was playing at anymore. My mind went back and forth on whether he was actually being remorseful or he just felt like ruining my life. As I said Andrea’s name, I realized I had made a big mistake, and it fueled me more as I stormed out of his car into the house without sparing Frank or the guards a glance. “Girl, what’s this face for? And plus, who was that? Because I clearly remember the car that picked you up was a Ferrari, not a Rolls Royce,” Maya said as she followed me upstairs to the

"If it's because of what happened that night, I will explain to them that it was all my fault and I will apologize. Really, I won't hold you accountable for what happened that night." "You're trying to negotiate with me, huh?" The woman nodded slightly. "Yes-" “Sorry, negotiations failed. The decision can no longer be reversed, you must become my lover and meet my parents. End of discussion." "But how long will this agreement last? Come on! My fault is not that big! There's no way you're going to keep me in this predicament for too long, right?” Brian tried to think for a moment. He needed quite a long time, at least until his parents really stopped matchmaking him. "I'm not sure, let me thi

I looked at him; his eyes were full of impatience, disgust, and contempt, as if looking at a disobedient insect. "My mating with Gianna concerns the future of two packs and the stability of the North. She will be my Luna, the mistress of Dark Moon Manor. Can't you just behave, stop causing trouble, and live humbly and quietly like a real Omega?" Live humbly? Those words seared into my soul like a brand, agonizingly painful. I clutched the bank card tighter, its metal edges digging into my palm. I was already preparing to disappear from his world like dust. How much humbler did I need to be?

I began. "Mmm, ya it's a little weird " Adria says laughing. "Um can I have my head back? or do you intend to keep it?" Her dimples become more visible with every chuckle that slips her mouth. Her opal green eyes wondered down to my hands and then back up at me. I realizing what she's pointing out and I immediately let her go. "Sorry" I say embarrassed which causes Adria to laugh again. "Thats nothing to be embarrassed about" she pause "you almost crushing me last night, now that's different."