One Night Stand Books Novels & Stories

Jasmine and I walked into the main office from the side, we were the last people to walk in so all eyes turned to us. The unique pair of hazel eyes with flecks of gold and green greeted me, I could never forget who those eyes belonged to. My mouth fell open in shock, embarrassment and shock again, I suddenly felt lightheaded and missed my step, thank god for the cubicle that I could hold on to on time. MY ONE NIGHT-STAND WAS MY BOSS… I FREAKING SLEPT WITH MY BOSS LAST NIGHT!!! Memories of the night before in his car came flooding in, how I kept screaming for him to go harder and deeper. I was so embarrassed that my cheek burned red, I suddenly wished the ground would tear open and swallow me

I would keep my promise to my mother, and this time no one would be here to make me do otherwise. “I took a shower and washed off our little encounter from my body. Can we move on?” “Nope,” she said cheerfully. “I’m never letting you live that down. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who looks like a Greek god and actually knows what to do in bed? And you just let him poof, disappear.” I sighed, leaning against the counter and pinching the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t let him disappear. The whole idea of a one-night stand is just that... a one-night stand. Only one night of your life. Not more. That’s literally how it works.”

She’s my One-night stand for goodness sake. One-night stands are meant to be flung away. They’re of no use, no value. I had defaulted by breaking the Playboy 101 rule. No matter how good she was in bed, she remains a One-night stand. You never reach out to her or try to get close to her. No sharing of contacts. No disclosure of identities. Just sex and she’s flung away. I let one night of pleasure get the best of me, blinding my reasoning when all that women have to offer is heartbreak.

I know it's been too long and you probably forgot the plot of the story itself (lol) but I knew it was my responsibility to complete this, so you can reread to refresh your memory and I hope you enjoy the journey. A Night With The Billionaire is my first book, one that opened so many opportunities for me and it'll always hold a special place in my heart. It may not be the best in term of editing, but I truly cherish this book and I promise to go back and re-edit both part one and two so it'd make a smoother and more enjoyable read for incoming readers, as well as those who'd be rereading.

I instinctively put a hand to my head. "What's going on?" I wondered aloud, confused. Then, the face of the stranger I thought I'd spent the night with a month ago flashed in my mind. A wave of panic washed over me. What if our one night together had resulted in a pregnancy? I tried to recall his face, but it remained a blank slate. The events from that night haunted my thoughts, refusing to fade. I tried to push the memory of the stranger from my mind. It wasn't right, I needed to focus on my husband.

“But you don’t mind if we make love right now?” “We won’t be making love.” That midnight black hair hung down further as she looked at him. “It would just be sex. That’s it.” “No. I need more.” “I’m not giving you more than that. If you can’t take it, then I’m going to sleep.” She tried to climb out of his grip on her panties. “You just said no. Let me go.” “I just said that I need more. What am I supposed to do with a one night stand?”

For a split second, a hot lump went down my throat burning so hot I could barely carry my own feet. I wasn't expecting the shivers running down my spine. How could a one-night stand be so breathtaking? Come on, what's wrong with me? I needed to get my act together. Perhaps, if I had been given a chance to see who my arranged husband was, maybe I would have given a second thought to what I was about to do, something that would ruin the career I had worked so hard to build for years. But no. Not for once have I gotten a chance to.

Before I could turn to look for violet, my gaze fell on two men and it took a second for me to focus. They were coming close to me with disgusting smirks. Something in my chest suddenly shifts, when one of them reaches for my left arm. I flinch. “Let me go please.” The other man reaches for my right arm, they felt too comfortable and too close to me. I wanted a one night stand but not like this. “Don’t be a stubborn bitch…isn’t this what you came for?” the one holding my right hand said, with his lips leaning onto my ears.

Davin Lucas dragged a hand down his face. “Davin, one-night stands are supposed to last one night. That’s literally why they’re called one-night stands. You sleep together, you leave, end of story. So why are there enough paintings of this woman in here to fill a gallery?” “Will you let me speak for a damn second?” He let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. I’m listening.” “It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I explained. “We met at a club, and then a few days later, she turned up in my class.”

Then, the weight of a warm, delicate body curled against my side brought the reality of the night crashing back into my mind. I shifted slightly, propping myself up on one elbow to look down at the girl sleeping soundly beside me. In the stark, harsh light of dawn, she looked even younger, her long hair tangled wildly across my dark silk sheets. The dark purple bruise on her left cheek stood out prominently against her pale skin—a violent, ugly mark that made my jaw tighten with an uninvited surge of irritation. Last night, in the heat of the moonlight and the alcohol, she had been a wild, unhinged creature, begging me to split her open, milking my dick with a frantic, desperate hunger that