One Night Stand
“Take me to a club,” Isabella said, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with urgency.
Xavier glanced at her, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
“A club? At this moment?”
“Please,” she insisted, still staring blankly out the window.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Isabella, it’s late. Maybe you should—”
“I don’t want to think, Xavier!” she snapped, turning to face him for the first time.
“I don’t want to sit in my room and cry all night. I need… I need to forget.”
Silence stretched between them.
Then, finally, he nodded. “Fine. But I’m not leaving your side. Not even for a second.”
She didn’t respond. She just stared back out at the city lights flashing by.
Her heart was still racing, still breaking.
Tyler and Nuella. Her best friend.
How could they? Three years of loyalty, love—thrown away like garbage.
Her hands clenched into fists.
“Forget it. Just forget it.” She kept mumbling to herself.
The club pulsed with music, the air thick with sweat and alcohol.
Bodies swayed to the beat, the flashing lights casting fleeting shadows over the crowded dance floor.
Xavier stayed close as they pushed through the chaos, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the bar.
“What are we drinking?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the pounding bass.
Isabella leaned against the bar, her hands trembling slightly.
“Something strong,” she said, not meeting his eyes.
He hesitated. “Isabella—”
“Don’t start,” she cut in, staring straight ahead. “Just order the drinks.”
Xavier sighed and signaled the bartender. Two glasses appeared moments later, filled with amber liquid.
Isabella grabbed hers and took a long sip, the burn spreading down her throat and warming her insides.
“Slow down,” Xavier warned, watching her closely.
She slammed the glass down. “Why? Got somewhere else to be?”
“That’s not what I—”
“Good,” she interrupted, taking another sip.
Xavier exhaled and took a careful sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving her.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
Isabella laughed bitterly. “Do what? Drown myself in alcohol? Try to feel something other than this?” She gestured vaguely, her eyes glassy.
“I have to do something, Xavier. Because sitting at home crying, obviously won’t work for me!”
He leaned in, his voice low but firm.
“Isabella, listen to me. Tyler is an idiot. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Her throat tightened. She swallowed hard. “Yeah? Then why does it feel like I wasn’t enough?”
“Because you’re blaming yourself for something he did,” Xavier said, his eyes blazing.
“You were too good for him, and he couldn’t handle that. End of story.”
Isabella bit her lip, looking down.
“Maybe I should have… given him what he wanted,” she murmured, her voice shaking.
“Maybe he wouldn’t have gone to her if I had.”
Xavier slammed his glass down.
“Stop it. Don’t you dare say that. This isn’t your fault.”
Her eyes welled with tears, but she forced them back, shaking her head. “I just want another drink.”
Xavier stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. “One more. Then we’re leaving.”
But one turned into two.
Then three.
And with every drink, Isabella felt lighter, the crushing weight inside her chest loosening little by little.
They talked.
They laughed.
For the first time that night, she felt… something other than pain.
“You’re actually kind of fun,” Isabella teased, poking his arm playfully.
Xavier smirked.
“Oh yeah? And you’re braver than I thought, Isabel.”
Her cheeks flushed at the way he said her name. “You think I’m brave?”
“I think you’re a lot of things,” he murmured, holding her gaze longer than necessary.
Her pulse quickened.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered on her lips.
Either way, when he leaned in, she didn’t pull away.
Their lips met, soft at first, then deeper, hungrier.
She could taste the whiskey on his breath, feel the warmth of his skin against hers.
This is wrong.
But she didn’t stop.
Isabella’s eyes shot open, her head pounding like a drum.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, blinding her instantly. She groaned, rolling over—
And froze.
Xavier.
Shirtless.
Asleep.
Right next to her.
Her heart stuttered violently.
She looked down at herself and felt the blood drain from her face.
The sheets tangled around her body, but she could feel it—she was completely naked.
“No. No. No.”
Memories slammed into her.
The drinks. The laughter. The kiss. His hands. Her lips. Clothes hitting the floor.
She covered her mouth with her hands, panic flooding her veins.
“F**k! What did I do?” she whispered.
Xavier stirred beside her, his face peaceful in sleep. He looked so… different, so soft.
Nothing like the usual sharp, confident man she knew.
Isabella bolted upright, clutching the sheets to her chest. She had to leave. Now.
She scrambled out of bed, her clothes strewn across the floor.
With shaking hands, she grabbed them, slipping into her dress as quickly as she could.
Don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up.
She glanced at him one last time.
Her stomach twisted painfully. He looked so… good. And she felt so ashamed.
Without a sound, she slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her.
The hotel hallway was quiet, but her thoughts were screaming.
Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she hurried toward the elevator, hands trembling.
What have I done?
The elevator doors slid open, and she stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor with shaky fingers.
As the doors closed, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her lipstick smudged, and her eyes—red and swollen.
She looked exactly how she felt.
Ruined.
Last night was supposed to be about forgetting Tyler.
Instead, she’d made everything worse.
Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back, pressing her foreh
ead against the cool metal of the elevator.
“You slept with his cousin, Isabella. How could you?”
Sent PackingThe cab came to a screeching halt in front of the grand mansion, but Isabella barely noticed. Her mind was a whirlwind of rage, shame, and confusion. As she paid the driver with trembling hands, the weight of the previous night pressed down on her chest like a stone.She stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement, and stared at the house she had called home for so many years. It didn’t feel like home anymore. Not after what she had seen. Not after what she had done.Taking a deep breath, Isabella squared her shoulders and pushed through the front door.The moment she stepped inside, all hell broke loose.“Isabella!” her mother’s voice rang out, sharp and frantic. “Where have you been?!”Before Isabella could react, her father stormed toward her, his face dark with anger. “Do you have any idea what time it is?! We’ve been calling you all night!”Her eyes darted to the living room—Tyler was there, pacing like a restless wolf. The second their gazes met,
PregnancyIsabella woke up with a wave of nausea so strong that she barely made it to the bathroom. She sat on the cold tile floor, hugging her knees, breathing heavily. The dizziness, exhaustion, and the unsettling feeling in her stomach were getting worse by the day. At first, she chalked it up to stress—after all, her entire life had just collapsed. But deep down, something didn’t feel right. A few weeks have passed since Isabella walked out of her family home with nothing but a small bag and the little cash she managed to withdraw before her father froze her accounts. She had been staying in a modest hotel, stretching every dollar while trying to figure out her next move. But things weren’t getting any easier. She had been job hunting tirelessly, but every door seemed to close before she even knocked. “This can’t just be stress,” she muttered to herself, staring at her pale reflection in the bathroom mirror.With a shaky breath, Isabella decided to go to the
Meet AgainThe morning air was crisp as Isabella parked her car in front of the large glass building that housed her fashion company, Ella’s Fashion House. The sight of the company logo on the door made her feel a sense of accomplishment. This place was hers now, and no one could take it away.She adjusted her blazer, grabbed her purse, and stepped out of the car. The sound of her heels echoed on the pavement as she made her way to the entrance. Her mind was focused on the day ahead—the new designs that needed approval, the upcoming meetings with suppliers, and the growing list of tasks.But just as she reached the front door, a figure suddenly crossed her path.Isabella stopped in her tracks. She blinked and stared, not sure if her eyes were deceiving her. But no. It was him.Xavier Carter.Her ex-fiancé’s cousin. The man she had shared one night with. The man who was also the father of her son, Liam.He looked different. He was still tall and imposing, but now there was
Unfinished BusinessAs night fell over Manhattan, the city felt alive, buzzing with anxious energy. Xavier Carter stood by the big windows of Carter Ventures. He had his hands in his pockets, staring out at the view.To anyone who glanced his way, Xavier looked like a man who had it all together. He seemed calm and composed. But inside, he was anything but that.The moment Isabella Patterson stepped back into his life, something inside him shifted. He thought he was over all of it. He tried to convince himself that whatever unresolved feelings he had were gone. But one look at her, and he knew the truth. Isabella was the one thing he could never just push away. Now, here she was again. And she thought she could just avoid him. That made him smile. She really should have known better.His eyes flicked to the sleek black envelope sitting on his desk. The name Isabella Patterson was written neatly on the front. Four years had gone by without him reaching out. He thought he was past
A Past That Can’t Stay HiddenThe city had its usual buzz. Cars honked, people chatted, and the streetlights flickered on as dusk settled in — just like always. But for Isabella Patterson, everything felt different this time.She sat in a cozy little café, warmed by an old cup of espresso that had gone cold. Across from her, her friend Sophia was watching her, clearly waiting for her to say something.“You saw him again, didn’t you?” Finally, Sophia broke the silence.Isabella sighed, feeling heavy inside. “Yeah.”Sophia wasn’t surprised. “And?”“It’s… complicated.”Sophia leaned in, curious. “Complicated because you still have feelings for him? Or because you’re scared of what he might say?”Isabella tightened her grip around the cup. She wanted to say it was just a nuisance. That the past didn’t bother her anymore. But lying to herself had never worked out.“I don’t want to hurt him,” she finally admitted softly. “But being near him again? It just makes everything harder.”Sophia st
Xavier's DeterminationXavier Carter was not the type to easily let things go. He wasn’t the kind of guy to turn his back on people, especially not on Isabella Patterson. For years, the weight of her sudden disappearance had sat heavily on his shoulders. Day after day, he replayed their moments together in his mind. He searched for answers, any clues about why she left without a trace. And now that she was back, standing just out of reach, he was determined not to let things fall apart again.As he stepped out of the restaurant, Xavier's mind was racing. He had hoped for answers that night. Instead, Isabella gave him nothing but more questions. He felt lost. One thing was clear. He wasn’t going to let her slip away again. ---The Following MorningXavier sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen. The numbers and reports in front of him blurred into a jumble of meaningless text. His thoughts kept drifting back to Isabella. She had always been good at hiding her feel
The Betrayal The night air was crisp, wrapping around Isabella Paterson like a warning. She stepped through the grand glass doors of the office building, her heart pounding with excitement. A soft hum of fluorescent lights filled the nearly empty lobby, and the faint scent of cleaning supplies lingered in the air.Her fingers tightened around the flask in her hands—his favorite meal, spicy spaghetti with garlic bread, still warm from the Italian restaurant he loved so much. She had planned this surprise meticulously. Tyler had been distant lately, buried under the weight of work, but tonight, she would remind him of their love. The receptionist, Alora, was already gathering her things for the night. Her eyes flickered up in mild surprise before she smiled.“Miss Paterson,” Alora greeted, her voice polite but tired.“Evening, Alora,” Isabella chirped, her lips stretching into a warm smile. “Tyler’s still here, right?”“Yes, ma’am. Working late, as usual.” Alora chuckled s
Xavier's DeterminationXavier Carter was not the type to easily let things go. He wasn’t the kind of guy to turn his back on people, especially not on Isabella Patterson. For years, the weight of her sudden disappearance had sat heavily on his shoulders. Day after day, he replayed their moments together in his mind. He searched for answers, any clues about why she left without a trace. And now that she was back, standing just out of reach, he was determined not to let things fall apart again.As he stepped out of the restaurant, Xavier's mind was racing. He had hoped for answers that night. Instead, Isabella gave him nothing but more questions. He felt lost. One thing was clear. He wasn’t going to let her slip away again. ---The Following MorningXavier sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen. The numbers and reports in front of him blurred into a jumble of meaningless text. His thoughts kept drifting back to Isabella. She had always been good at hiding her feel
A Past That Can’t Stay HiddenThe city had its usual buzz. Cars honked, people chatted, and the streetlights flickered on as dusk settled in — just like always. But for Isabella Patterson, everything felt different this time.She sat in a cozy little café, warmed by an old cup of espresso that had gone cold. Across from her, her friend Sophia was watching her, clearly waiting for her to say something.“You saw him again, didn’t you?” Finally, Sophia broke the silence.Isabella sighed, feeling heavy inside. “Yeah.”Sophia wasn’t surprised. “And?”“It’s… complicated.”Sophia leaned in, curious. “Complicated because you still have feelings for him? Or because you’re scared of what he might say?”Isabella tightened her grip around the cup. She wanted to say it was just a nuisance. That the past didn’t bother her anymore. But lying to herself had never worked out.“I don’t want to hurt him,” she finally admitted softly. “But being near him again? It just makes everything harder.”Sophia st
Unfinished BusinessAs night fell over Manhattan, the city felt alive, buzzing with anxious energy. Xavier Carter stood by the big windows of Carter Ventures. He had his hands in his pockets, staring out at the view.To anyone who glanced his way, Xavier looked like a man who had it all together. He seemed calm and composed. But inside, he was anything but that.The moment Isabella Patterson stepped back into his life, something inside him shifted. He thought he was over all of it. He tried to convince himself that whatever unresolved feelings he had were gone. But one look at her, and he knew the truth. Isabella was the one thing he could never just push away. Now, here she was again. And she thought she could just avoid him. That made him smile. She really should have known better.His eyes flicked to the sleek black envelope sitting on his desk. The name Isabella Patterson was written neatly on the front. Four years had gone by without him reaching out. He thought he was past
Meet AgainThe morning air was crisp as Isabella parked her car in front of the large glass building that housed her fashion company, Ella’s Fashion House. The sight of the company logo on the door made her feel a sense of accomplishment. This place was hers now, and no one could take it away.She adjusted her blazer, grabbed her purse, and stepped out of the car. The sound of her heels echoed on the pavement as she made her way to the entrance. Her mind was focused on the day ahead—the new designs that needed approval, the upcoming meetings with suppliers, and the growing list of tasks.But just as she reached the front door, a figure suddenly crossed her path.Isabella stopped in her tracks. She blinked and stared, not sure if her eyes were deceiving her. But no. It was him.Xavier Carter.Her ex-fiancé’s cousin. The man she had shared one night with. The man who was also the father of her son, Liam.He looked different. He was still tall and imposing, but now there was
PregnancyIsabella woke up with a wave of nausea so strong that she barely made it to the bathroom. She sat on the cold tile floor, hugging her knees, breathing heavily. The dizziness, exhaustion, and the unsettling feeling in her stomach were getting worse by the day. At first, she chalked it up to stress—after all, her entire life had just collapsed. But deep down, something didn’t feel right. A few weeks have passed since Isabella walked out of her family home with nothing but a small bag and the little cash she managed to withdraw before her father froze her accounts. She had been staying in a modest hotel, stretching every dollar while trying to figure out her next move. But things weren’t getting any easier. She had been job hunting tirelessly, but every door seemed to close before she even knocked. “This can’t just be stress,” she muttered to herself, staring at her pale reflection in the bathroom mirror.With a shaky breath, Isabella decided to go to the
Sent PackingThe cab came to a screeching halt in front of the grand mansion, but Isabella barely noticed. Her mind was a whirlwind of rage, shame, and confusion. As she paid the driver with trembling hands, the weight of the previous night pressed down on her chest like a stone.She stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement, and stared at the house she had called home for so many years. It didn’t feel like home anymore. Not after what she had seen. Not after what she had done.Taking a deep breath, Isabella squared her shoulders and pushed through the front door.The moment she stepped inside, all hell broke loose.“Isabella!” her mother’s voice rang out, sharp and frantic. “Where have you been?!”Before Isabella could react, her father stormed toward her, his face dark with anger. “Do you have any idea what time it is?! We’ve been calling you all night!”Her eyes darted to the living room—Tyler was there, pacing like a restless wolf. The second their gazes met,
One Night Stand“Take me to a club,” Isabella said, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with urgency.Xavier glanced at her, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “A club? At this moment?”“Please,” she insisted, still staring blankly out the window.He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Isabella, it’s late. Maybe you should—”“I don’t want to think, Xavier!” she snapped, turning to face him for the first time. “I don’t want to sit in my room and cry all night. I need… I need to forget.”Silence stretched between them. Then, finally, he nodded. “Fine. But I’m not leaving your side. Not even for a second.”She didn’t respond. She just stared back out at the city lights flashing by. Her heart was still racing, still breaking. Tyler and Nuella. Her best friend. How could they? Three years of loyalty, love—thrown away like garbage.Her hands clenched into fists. “Forget it. Just forget it.” She kept mumbling to herself.The club pulsed with music, the air
The Betrayal The night air was crisp, wrapping around Isabella Paterson like a warning. She stepped through the grand glass doors of the office building, her heart pounding with excitement. A soft hum of fluorescent lights filled the nearly empty lobby, and the faint scent of cleaning supplies lingered in the air.Her fingers tightened around the flask in her hands—his favorite meal, spicy spaghetti with garlic bread, still warm from the Italian restaurant he loved so much. She had planned this surprise meticulously. Tyler had been distant lately, buried under the weight of work, but tonight, she would remind him of their love. The receptionist, Alora, was already gathering her things for the night. Her eyes flickered up in mild surprise before she smiled.“Miss Paterson,” Alora greeted, her voice polite but tired.“Evening, Alora,” Isabella chirped, her lips stretching into a warm smile. “Tyler’s still here, right?”“Yes, ma’am. Working late, as usual.” Alora chuckled s