Story Of One Night Stand の小説・ストーリー

After all, I was just meant to be a one-night stand. "The proprietor of the picture studio we hired, Gabriella Parker." After introducing me, the manager grinned broadly and looked at him. Javier, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed. "I'll take five," I replied as I walked to the restroom. It was necessary for me to weep it all out. The man who had abandoned me and wrecked my life was standing right in front of me, and I had to act OK. The jerk even feigned he didn't know who I was. I wanted to let it all out. I dashed to the toilet and sobbed until I was brave enough to face my darkest dread. I returned to my seat and sat down.

JUST A ONE NIGHT STAND ALEKSANDER'S POV The air was bitterly cold tonight, and my mood was sour enough to match. A gust of wind ruffled my hair and I groaned with irritation as I swiped my hand through it before reaching into my front pocket and pulled out my cigarette. "No, Aleksander, we don't have time for that. We're already late! We've missed half the damn show", Before l could light the cigarette, my business partner, Nikolai shoved at my shoulder and kept walking towards the theater.

"One night stand, what's the story with that dere-dere? Do you want to forget it after getting such a great service?" Maureen did share a glimpse of how hot her one night stand was until she had trouble walking. Fortunately, Maureen was still able to transport her luggage by car. Serena's short-lived date - whom Maureen had rejected - brought conical glasses filled with olives and a transparent liquid for both women. Alcohol again, this time with the sourness of lime. "A treat," she said. "Me, yes, that's enough. But he keeps calling me." Maureen shows her the screen of her phone, where there are a series of incoming messages from the man questioning her whereabouts. "I used to have a lot o

I had denied him sex till the wedding with the excuse of being celibate. Have fun One night stand Exes One night stand For gun

“Just promise me he’s not some creep from a bar again or something. You deserve someone who treats you right.” I pursed my lips. “Please. It’s not what you think it is. It was just a hookup. One-night stand, I promise! It won’t happen again.” Diana stops walking abruptly, her grip tightening on my arm. “A one-night stand? Roxette, you’re blushing like you just ran a marathon. That’s not how ‘one-night stands’ work.” “Am I? You're mistaken. It wasn't like that, really. You're wrong this time.” I said defensively.

“Tell me who your new guy is—” “How about we say it simultaneously” “Good idea” “One” “Two” “Three—” “The one night stand asshole!” “Arman!”

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.

The look on his face suggested he had worked through whatever internal calculation he needed to reach the next logical problem. “This is not some kind of movie. I have no intention of sleeping on the floor.” His voice was perfectly level. “If you have an issue with sharing the bed, I’m sure the floor is spacious enough to accommodate you.” If I hadn’t already established, thoroughly and without any remaining doubt, that this man was a complete and total asshole, I might have let my mouth fall open. But I had. So I simply processed the information with the dignity it deserved. “We are only staying one night. Right?”