Chapter 3: The One Night Stand 1

Sapphire's POV

"Give me more!" I yelled through the deafening music as I demanded for more beer. I'd already had like what, two or three bottles? But I wanted more and more!

"Girl slow down," Gwen said inaudibly. She was just as drunk as I was.

Jamila and I had arrived at the nightclub half an hour ago. She'd then texted her roommate Gwen to come join us. We were having the night of our lives, partying like there was no tomorrow. Except that there was actually a tomorrow - a tomorrow where I had to go to work and early too if I didn't want to lose my job.

Not to mention, our new CEO would be coming to the office for the first time tomorrow. The bastard couldn't wait till Monday. The news of his sudden arrival had thrown the office into a frenzy. Everything had to be perfect and that meant more work.

Thanks to him I couldn't take the day off and celebrate Austin's... Oh that's right. Austin that two-timing son of a bitch was the reason I was drowning in alcohol. He was the reason I'd be waking up with a hangover tomorrow.

As thoughts about Austin ran through my mind, pictures of him and that whore banging just kept flashing before my eyes. Actually, I couldn't manage to get the pictures out of my head since I left Austin's house.

And it felt like the drinks were only making matters worse. I thought alcohol was meant to make people forget. It wasn't doing much forgetting for me. I'd been deceived!

"Austin you asshole!" I screamed and then guzzled down another beer straight from the bottle like a hungry animal that I ended up spilling some on my outfit. Good thing I was wearing black.

I continued to chug the beer like it was rice wine. I wanted nothing more than to dull my senses at that very moment. If I drank to the point where I was stupefied maybe, just maybe the pain, at least for a while, would go away - I thought.

I dropped the half empty beer and said to both Jamila and Gwen, almost slurring, "When I say Austin, you say Aushole! Austin!"

"Aushole!" They both yelled.

"Austin!"

"Aushole!"

"That's my girl. Drink the pain away, drink it all away and let it out, let it all out," Jamila spoke in a tuneful tone as she stroked my back. She'd volunteered to be our designated driver for the night so she couldn't drink. Poor Jamila.

I felt my phone vibrating and I looked to see who was calling me. It was Austin, I mean Aushole.

"What does this idiot want?" I asked.

"Just ignore him. He's obviously calling to beg," Jamila grabbed the phone from me and turned it off. "If he calls you don't you dare pick it up, okay?"

"Sir, yes sir!" I shouted and did the soldiers' salute thingy. I was almost done with my beer when I said, "Hey, let's play truth or dare."

"Oh come on Sapph, what are we? Teenagers? And it's so noisy here, how can we..."

"I want to play truth or dare! I want to play! I want to play!" I whined like a spoilt little brat.

"Let's play!" Gwen yelled and put her hands up.

"Fine," Jamila agreed.

Ten minutes went by and we were so engrossed in the game. Well, Jamila and Gwen mostly because I was already drunk to stupor. Yes, I had finished my fourth beer.

"Truth or dare, Sapph?" Gwen asked me.

On a normal day, I would've picked only truths but today I was in the mood to be bodacious. Must have been the alcohol taking over because I yelled, "Dare!"

"Alright! I dare you to..." She scanned the place till a smirk appeared on her face. "Make out with any guy here!"

A shocked Jamila tried to object. "Gwen! Why would you..."

"I'll do it!" I said without thinking. I was a real goner.

I stood up from where we were seated and reeled forward, looking for a random guy to devour. In no time, my eyes landed on some devilishly handsome guy.

And boy, was he hot! His gelled, jet-black hair was slightly ruffled and he wore a black shirt, leaving the first three buttons open for all to gawk and drool at him. Even in my drunken state, I could tell beyond a doubt that he was a bombshell.

I moved closer to where he was seated, drinking and I watched as he gulped down his tequila in a freaking godlike manner. Damn! Everything about him was so smooth and sexy. Even the way he drank was a turn-on. In that very moment, I wished I was the glass with which he was drinking. Oh, I envied the glass. I was totally losing it!

Immediately, I walked up to him and as soon as his burning gaze fell on me, I grabbed his shirt and kissed him. I kissed him like I'd known him for years, like he was mine and mine only. Ha! Screw you glass! Who's jealous now?

He didn't pull back but rather he deepened the kiss and wrapped me tightly in his arms. This move seemed to me like an invitation to do something wild. So I straddled him right there, unbothered about the stares we were getting and I did without breaking the kiss.

With my hands still gripping his shirt and our tongues lustfully intertwining, I adjusted my sitting position and felt something so hard press against my vulva.

All of a sudden, he broke the kiss and sucked in a harsh breath before examining my face with a strange look plastered on his; a look of horror maybe. I know, I would be pretty petrified if a stranger had walked up to me to do this.

"Um.. Did you lose your way or something?" That was the first thing he said to me.

"Maybe. Why don't you help me find it? You could be my map," I replied with a goofy smile and tilted my head to the side.

He burst into laughter and pushed a strand of my kinky hair behind my ear. Then he said, "That is the dumbest pickup line I have ever heard."

"Aw, thank you," I replied, batting my eyelashes. In my mind, I was seductive as hell but I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete idiot.

"You're one cute little thing, aren't you?"

I opened my mouth to speak but was halted by the sudden gunshots that filled the air. A stray bullet had knocked the DJ down causing a tumult. It turned out that a deal between two gangs had gone wrong and they began recklessly firing at each other. People ran helter-skelter for safety.

Mr bombshell grabbed my hand and led the way as we ran outside. We made it to his shiny black car and he zoomed off as soon as we hopped in.

Minutes later, we arrived at his house. Had I not been drunk, I would've taken some time to explore the mansion. It was a splendid sight to behold; the most magnificent thing I'd ever seen - I thought to myself then.

"I'll lead you to the guestroom," he told me when we got in. "You should sleep there tonight."

He held me steadily as we climbed up the grand stairs. He asked me to let him know if I needed anything before he disappeared into his own room. I took off my boots, plopped down on the queen-size bed and tried to sleep but I couldn't.

After rolling back and forth for a while, I found my feet wandering into his bedroom. I opened the door without knocking and tiptoed into the dark room.

"You've been invading on my personal space ever since we met," he said, startling me and went on to switch on the light. It was a fancy fairly dim blue light.

He came in front of me and all I could do was gape awkwardly at him. He had taken off his clothes and was only putting on briefs.

My eyes went about scanning the whole of his body, from his seemingly rock hard chest that was glorified with tattoos to his well-defined abs. His broad shoulders that was also inked down to his arms got me swooning. I couldn't make out what was tattooed but believe me when I say that they were incredibly beautiful.

As I kept on admiring the fine work of art that stood before me, my eyes caught his aesthetical V-line and I could've sworn that I let out a drool. My eyes went from there all the way down and I shuddered as I saw the huge, protuberant thing in between his legs. Holy macaroni!

Staring at the bulge in his briefs made me realize that I was wrong to think his house was the most magnificent thing I'd ever seen. He must've been born on the moon because his body was out of this world!

"Like what you see, Tigress?" He asked in a very deep, alluring voice and closed the distance between us. I gulped down my saliva in anticipation of what was to come hereafter.