One Night Stand Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

his friend, Ty, laughed, pushing another glass into his hand. Landon's usually sharp mind was dulled by the alcohol. He staggered towards the elevator, his vision hazy. He pressed the button for his floor, but in his intoxicated state, he got off at the wrong one. He stumbled down the hallway, trying to find his room. He saw a door slightly ajar and assumed it was his. Pushing it open, he saw a figure on the bed. In his clouded mind, he thought it was the woman his friends had arranged for him. Without thinking, he moved towards the bed, his actions driven by a mix of frustration and desire.

Sebestain's POV I was driving home when my phone beeped. A missed call from Clara flashed on the screen. I smirked. What the hell did she want now? Then another notification slid across my lock screen, this time with a headline bold enough to make my grip tighten on the wheel. “DANTE BLACKWOOD DUMPS CLARA ADONIS FOR HIS CLEANER.” My chest burned hot as blood rushed to my face. “What the—” I muttered, tapping the article. Clara. Of course. She couldn’t just let it go, could she? She’d actually gone to the media and spun the story, announcing our broken engagement on her terms.

Ashley sneered coldly and jealously. Then she turned and walked away. Aurora’s hand on me became stiff instantly, and she removed it the moment Ashley turned and left, as though she just realized that she was touching fire. Her anger could not be matched. “Aurora…” I started, wanting to explain to her that the one-nightstand I had with Ashley was way before that night I spent with her, but Aurora wouldn’t have it. She was deeply hurt, pained, and embarrassed. I could see it in her eyes.

I sat up a little, trying to arrange my features into something resembling normal. "I... I had trouble sleeping." My voice came out too high. Wetness still coated my fingers, slick and undeniable. The ache between my legs didn't fade, it only intensified, the interruption making it worse. My body screamed for completion, and having Vittorio here only heightened my frustration. Vittorio looked at me putting on the night light. "The night was long," he said, rubbing his face with one hand. "Many problems. Business that never ends." He came closer to the bed, and I pulled the sheets higher, shielding my body.

“I really appreciate your attendance this morning, women and men of the press. I’m not here as a company owner, but rather as a man who cherishes honesty, fairness, and his relationship with his spouse, Anne.” Everyone in the room maintained silence as they listened intently to Lucian. “There have been suspicions and rumors regarding my marriage to Anne in recent weeks, which have damaged both our reputations. I’m here to clarify the facts and tell the whole story today.” “Some months back, I met the most beautiful young lady at an exquisite clubhouse. She looked broken on the inside but kept laughing and dancing on the dance floor. There was something unique about her that I couldn't place

“Rough night?” I scoffed, already assuming it was another guy trying to hit on me. I had lost count of how many had tried tonight. They were all drunk desperate men looking for a one-night stand. But none of them were good enough for me to lose my virginity. I turned, fully prepared to tell whoever it was to go away, but then froze when I saw him, unable to say even a word. The guy standing in front of me wasn’t just hot. He was breathtaking.

I had a ridiculous amount of sex over those two and a half months, with seventeen different women. Seven of them were one-night stands, including one drunk girl I made the mistake of letting into my dorm room one night. After that, I would politely turn away the other drunk women who showed up at my door. I talked with enough of them afterward that I understood some girls felt the need for "liquid courage" before they had enough nerve to try to get with me and my nine-inch dick.

He lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “I said I was, and I was. One night stands are…maybe was now, my thing. I enjoyed it. Someone new, someone different, and again, they all knew what they were getting into.” He paused as he thought for a moment. “And I don’t think there were any females that really minded or wanted more. They fucked the hot guy and that was it, you know?” “I get it; I just think that’s also really sad because you are good guy Bobby.”

"I don't know what exactly happened, but I'm going to assume that when I left, you got drunk, used MY tab, partied, saw Stan, and then slept with him. News flash! That's called a one-night stand. You're not the only person who experienced it. I do it all the time. But the only thing you missed was that you let him stay. Wake up, Christine. You're allowing a stranger in your house, and you've slept with him, TWICE.