Story Of One Night Stand นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

Seeing myself naked, I realized what happened the other night, and thinking of how I fell so cheaply for a guy not from my class, I remembered I had a low tolerance for alcohol and red wine. So... That's all that happened. I even told him to think of it as a one-night stand and not say a word of it to anyone. I freshened up and before leaving for my house for a fresh set of clothes, I dropped some money on the bed as his payment before finally leaving.‍

I can’t help but stare at him for a couple of seconds. I take a deep breath getting out of bed, and recover my clothes from the floor. They are all scattered, and I need them to get out of here. I get dressed quickly, so he doesn’t wake up. I have never done this before, having a one night stand, but I know the rules, you leave as soon as you can, you don’t stick around to be kicked out of the room. That is shameful, and I am not going through it.

“Not at all. I believe girls like you have layers in your personalities. And I don’t see that too often nowadays.” “Girls like me have secret identities hidden in our closets. You met my alter-ego last night, by the way.” He laughed. “I have a feeling you want to forget what happened between us last night.” She stared at him seriously. “You’re not exactly a nobody, you know. Honestly, you’re the last guy I expected to be involved in a one-night stand with.” He raised an eyebrow. “So that’s what it is? A one-night stand?” She looked down on her fingers nervously. “Yeah…I guess so. It was not supposed to happen. But it did. I got caught up in the moment and my curiosity made me go overboard. I

She required. “No!” I answered immediately. She must not know that Asher grounded me. Gosh!, it’s embarrassing. “Camille, you are acting strange, is their something I should know?” “Yes.... no! Talk to you later, I need to do something”. I hurriedly said and dropped the call. Am so screwed. Lying on my head and closing my eyes, I tried to remember the scenes from yesterday night. It was just a one night stand. I probably can’t see him again. I don’t even know his name!

Friend: "Relax, you were both consenting adults. Just enjoy the moment and don't overthink it." Jessica: "I don't even know how to contact him. What if I'm pregnant or something?" Friend: "Don't worry, you can take a pregnancy test in a few weeks. And as for him, it was just a one-night stand. You don't need to contact him if you don't want to." Jessica: "I guess you're right. I just hope I don't regret this later." Chapter 1 (continued): As Jessica was getting ready to leave the hotel room the next morning, the man she had spent the night with sat up in bed and looked at her with a smile.

The reporter asked. "I am a 100 percent sure. You see, after becoming Lucian's One-night stand, she realized that she needed a rich man in her life so Anne approached me and begged me to make her pregnant. She wanted to use the pregnancy to extort money from Lucian," the young man said. "And why are you only just coming out with the truth now? I'm sure the viewers at home want to know," the reporter asked. "She paid me to be quiet and not tell anyone about it but I've not had peace since then. I don't want my fellow man to suffer in the hands of that nasty woman no more. Lucian deserves to know the truth about his wife," The man said with great passion.

I was willing to do anything for her, and same was for her. As I took my seat, Heather turned on the TV. The news had the familiar man I had earlier seen today on screen. "He's the one." I said to Heather and she cocked her head back at me. "Who? Him? He's the one for what?" I heaved deeply, but I wasn't ashamed to tell Heather anything, "It's the man I had a one night stand with. He made me an offer earlier too, but I rejected it." I replied, stuffing some bites of pancakes into my mouth, but she rushed towards me almost immediately,

Her best friend was the only constant, the only unwavering support in her chaotic life. She practically collapsed against Cami’s door, pounding on it with a desperate fervor. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Cami. “Layla? What the—what happened to you?” Cami’s voice was thick with sleep, laced with concern. Layla stumbled inside, the words tumbling out in a torrent, a broken symphony of pain and humiliation. “I slept…slept with someone. I woke up… I woke up next to a stranger. I was… I was naked.”

I looked at her. “Really?” I asked. “Yeah!” Eudora was certain. “But Arlo was the one talking to the receptionist at the brothel and not Gideon. It was Arlo who slept me with and not Gideon. It is Arlo’s scandal that is all over the news, and not Gideon’s. It was Arlo who beat up men and ended up at the station and not Gideon…” I wanted to go on and on in anger and more tears. “Alright, alright, I get your point now,” Eudora surrendered.