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I open it cautiously and my breath catches when I am greeted by the sight of the bulk of cash inside. “Will that be enough to buy your silence?” I cannot help but lift my eyes and stare at his face now. From up close, I can see his intense, heart gripping hazel eyes clearly. I find myself admiring his facial features, the sharpness of his jaw, his piercing eyes and the way his sharp nose is resting perfectly on his face. Again, it feels like an impossible dream that I have just had a one night stand with this god of a man. “Do you think it's too small?” He asks me again, breaking me from my trance. My attention returns back to the paper parcel and I shake my head in response.

It’s easy to see why they would—he’s the kind of man you’d crave again and again. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of my own nakedness. I needed to get out of here before he woke up. A part of me wanted to stay and admire him, because there was no denying how handsome he was. But the thought of facing him now, sober and without the haze of alcohol to excuse our actions, was mortifying. How did I even end up here after passing out? The shame was overwhelming. I guess this is what they call a one-night stand—something you just want to forget ever happened.

He might think I want something more. Do I? Its just a one night stand right? Then, he muttered something and shifted a little, and I used that to my advantage, taking all my clothes and belongings, running away from 'the guy'.

“He is going to want to bed you again, babe.” “No, he’s not,” I said in disbelief. “It was a one-night stand. If he really has his pick of women, what makes you think he will want me?” Mel threw her hands up and groaned. “I am so sick of your insecurities,” she mumbled. “It’s like you don’t know how hot you are!” She then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in closer and shook me. “Listen to me and listen well. He wants you.”

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.

" 'Spill it, I want to hear all about it,' I lay down on the sofa, swinging my legs up in the air to hear what she has to say. "Okay, we met as I was returning from work, and he said he wanted to talk and that he likes me. Of course, I understood what he wanted straight immediately, so I followed him, and we went out to dinner, and before I knew it, we were in bed,' she laughed and leaned back on the sofa. "On that same day?" I exclaimed incredulously. "Yep, so why is it called a one-night stand? I couldn't resist such a mighty Alpha and let him pass me by. After all, a lady needs a big dick to go through the day." she spoke nonchalantly.

Kevin never kissed me like this, this man is strong, his hand wrapped possessively around my back. “We could go to my room.” His warm breath fans across my neck. He stares at me, waiting for my answer. I realize that I don’t ever make rash decisions, I always know what I am doing, but there’s no way I am about to resist this man. I have never done a one-night stand before. But I am about to make an exemption tonight. This is supposed to be a night where I don’t have to worry about anything, besides, I am leaving tomorrow back to New York. I could pretend like it never happened, we are just two strangers who meet on a ship and forget each other the next day.

“I want to fuck you.” Shit, shit, shit, shit!!! I let myself get fucked by a stranger. A shiver ran down my spine as I leaned back slightly, drinking in the full image of him, still asleep beside me. I let my gaze wander, taking in his strong arms, the line of his shoulders, and his perfectly toned. He was impossibly real, impossibly perfect, and a one night stand—my first ever one night stand. My cheeks flushed. I could still feel his hands on me, the memory making my pulse spike in a way I hadn’t expected.

I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be part of the celebration. I hailed a cab, sinking into the cracked leather seat as my mind flickered — not to Rachel — but to him. The mysterious man with the crooked smile and sharp blue eyes. Our one-night stand in New York still lingered in the back of my mind like a secret I wasn’t sure how to feel about.The cab pulled up to my parents' house — same white shutters, same trimmed hedges — but a wave of unease rolled over me. Opposite the street I saw a black car parked across. Don't know but I felt a bit unease.

They had barely done anything. Thankfully, the ambulance arrived, and the doctors who came in took over. The mother and child went to the hospital just to be on the safe side. Everything was fine, and they were back before noon. It took some time for everything to sink in. No one had expected the baby to come out just like that. All the kids practically surrounded the crib and talked to the baby boy trying to make him laugh. And so, they went on with their lives. New city. New homes. New families. New friendships. New babies. New commitments. New company. A whole new promising future. And all that because a one-night-stand did not go as it should have.