That One Night Novels & Stories

I’ll go back to healing my broken heart tomorrow, but tonight, I just want to forget about that asshole and indulge myself in a one-night stand with this Adonis. The guy leans back, draping his arms around my waist and gazing into my eyes. “What’s your name, beautiful? I’m…” I quickly raise a finger, pressing it against his lips and giving a little shake of my head. “No names,” I say. “No strings. No attachments. Just one night.” Amusement flickers in his pale grey-blue eyes and he brings a hand up to my chin, swiping the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. “Okay. Deal.”

“There is one room left, though.” Nathan barely reacted. “We’ll take it.” I, on the other hand, nearly choked on air. “One room?!” The receptionist gave me a patient look, as if I were some flustered newlywed. Nathan turned to me, unbothered. “It’s just for the night.” I stared at him. Then at the woman. Then back at him. One room. One freaking room. Holy shit.

Every muscle ached with a deep, pleasant soreness that brought the events of the night crashing back. “No matter what words were exchanged last night, we knew it was a no strings attached, one night stand. We wouldn’t see each other again.” The sharp trill of her phone dragged her out of her zone. For a blissful second she stayed suspended between dream and reality, warm, cocooned in tangled sheets. Then the sound drilled into her ears.

Adrian Boys’ night is a lie. It’s never about the games, never about the drinks, and definitely never about “just catching up.” It’s about sitting in a room with other men who know too much about you and waiting to see who cracks first. Tonight, it’s at Noah’s place. “Uncle Adrian!” Nova’s small body collides with mine the second I step into Noah’s house, nearly knocking the air out of my lungs. I laugh as I steady us both. “Hey, whirlwind.”

I blurted out. Diane arched her brow. “Of course you have, what I mean is… have you ever had passionate sex and had to wake up alone.” " You mean a one night stand?" I frowned immediately. “A one night stand? Ew no… " How could anyone have a one night stand with their husband when they saw each other everyday. Diane raised a brow in confusion and It made me sigh. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Okay look,” lowering my voice "lemme rephrase, what if? A man sleeps with you and then just leaves first thing in the morning without any explanation whatsoever.”

Or get his dick in me again. The image of Dorian Reed's dick flashes into my head and I try to push it aside. Dorian was a one-time deal, I tell myself. That's the whole point of a one night stand...you never have to see the person again. Of course, most one night stands don't then show up on your front doorstep to live with you for the summer. It was one time only. One time that happened to be really fucking good. Like, mind-blowingly good. The kind of thing you read about in dirty books.

Some nights were worst than the others. This is one of those nights. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Danika's bladder woke her up in the middle of the night. Afterward, she wasn't able to go back to sleep again no matter how she tried. She shifted restlessly on the bed, turning to the other side and facing away from the sleeping Remeta.

Right? Yes My mind paused. Body freezed. The question rang louder. Scenes came flooding. Last night. Unimaginablely my best night with any woman Her lips locked in mine. My hands moving all over her body. Thick. Full figured. Beautiful Her breast full and succulent. I had spent time on them last night Had spent time on her body I shoke off the playing scene as my heart raced. Breath heavy I swallowed hard. But the memories danced around my mind Fuck ‘It was just a one night fun. Nothing special’, I screamed at my mind

*NIGHT ONE* Dinner at the new table. Old table was in Kael’s office now. With the napkin. Lila: “Can we still do 3:17am?” Kael and Adia looked at each other. “Yes,” Adia said. “Always. Even with a door.” Bedtime. Lila in her new bed. Nightlight hitting the yellow wall. “Daddy?” “Yeah, bug?” “Thank you for keeping it. The wall. And you.” Kael lay down next to her. On top of the covers.

"In about three hours." At one-fifteen AM, between contractions, Damien says, "Night Twenty-One." I look at him. "It is technically Night Twenty-One," he says. "The last night. The one that was supposed to be — whatever we decided it was supposed to be." He pauses. "I know this isn't what either of us planned." "No," I say. "It's not."