Chapter Two: One Night Stand

Chapter Two: One Night Stand

Samantha's POV

“Let's party!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I raised my hand, holding a glass of wine.   I could barely stand properly because of drunkenness, but I still kept on dancing like a crazy girl. The loud music is the only thing that makes me feel alive.

It is fucking hurts. I trusted them with all my heart. Tiffany, you’re the last person I ever thought would betray me. But you’re the first one. What a sly bitch.

“This is all that I want!” I shouted while dancing, not minding everyone’s around me.  Damn that ugly duck! I even consider her my sister, and yet she's still betrayed me. And that Andrew Presley, damn that guy. Who does he think of himself? Some models with eight-pack abs? Damn! He doesn't even have one!

I escaped from home again. I don't want to isolate myself thinking about those two snakes from the forest. Who even let them escape? I think I need to return them to where they came from.  

I'd rather go to a party than be a sad girl. Sad girl, huh? That’s unlike me. I should get over with him. He’s not worth it. I shook my head and went to the bar to grab another drink from the counter while still dancing.

I don't fucking care if they find me weird. I just want to enjoy the rest of the night.  I hate him, her, all of them. Maybe they were thinking I was such a fool for believing him. He even promised me that he would wait until I was ready, but he couldn't control himself.

And that leech, damn her! How didn't I know about this before? Those times that they were too close to each other. They can go out without me. I'm so dumb for thinking that’s just normal since the two of them were friends because of me.  

I laughed sarcastically. I kept on drinking until my eyes were half closed. I’m almost at my limit. I’m already drunk.

“I need another drink,” I told the bartender, but he looked at me with concern.

“I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're too drunk,” he said. I frowned. Okay fine. I’ll stop in the meantime. I’ll come back here tomorrow. I sat down on the couch and leaned back. This pain in my heart is frustrating me.

“I even sneaked out for him,” I murmured. I couldn’t stop my tears from rolling down my cheeks. Everything hurts. Everything disappoints me.

“Here,” someone said, handing me a handkerchief. I looked at him, but to my dismay, I couldn’t see him properly because it was too dark. But he smells good and is tall, too.

“What for?” I snapped. Seriously, Sam? Are you admiring another man just after the breakup? He just shrugged his shoulder and left. Huh? What a weird man. I just shook my head and sighed.

What should I do now? I murmured. Should I go home now? I’m sure Mom will faint to see me in this state. I chuckled. I owe you an apology, Mom. I should listen to you. I’m too young to have a boyfriend. I giggled at that thought.

“Damn! I want to sleep now,” I said and stood up.  I don't know where I am going. I just found a room and opened it.

“There you go,” I uttered when I saw a man sitting on the couch while drinking. I grinned. He smelled like the man who lent me his handkerchief earlier. Were they the same man? I touched his face to see if he was real. I know I looked like a creep now for touching someone’s face.

He's handsome. No, that’s an understatement. He’s beyond gorgeous. Those black hair, green almost blue-like eyes. Sharp nose, those kissable red lips. And a hard, firm muscle. Something Andrew didn’t possess.

Oh, wait, he’s not saying something. Is he a mute? Well, that’s better. I need someone to listen to me now. I badly want to say my pain, or else I’ll break down.

“I would literally be here rather than staying at home. You see? How could someone cheat on a gorgeous, pretty, sexy woman like me?” I spoke. I’m becoming uncontrollably emotional now.

I don't know what he sees in my snake best friend. He chose her over me.

“I became stupid in no time. I am the only one who doesn't know what is going on. They all knew that my boyfriend and my best friend were cheating on me. But it's totally okay. I didn't freak out. It's nothing,” I kept on talking and did not mind if he was listening or not.

“Kids are not allowed here,” he said, which made my eyes widen. He’s not a mute. How silly of me to think that way. He looked at me darkly. I chuckled. He looked intimidating, but I’m not scared. I was about to grab a glass of wine, but he slapped my hand away and grabbed the drink instead.  

He drinks it in one shot.  I clapped my hands and poured the drink on the glass again. He’s cool. He doesn’t mind if I join him. I think he’s the type of man who doesn’t want to be alone. But he’s alone now. What could be the reason why he’s drinking alone like me?

“Kid? Where is that kid?” I joked. His brow furrowed. I laughed because of his reaction. He’s such a cutie.

“Tell me, where is that kid? I'll scare him or her,” I whispered. He was looking at me like I was the weirdest thing he had ever seen. I saw him about to talk, but my phone suddenly vibrated.

I received a message. I opened it. Tiffany sent me a photo of them lying on the bed. What does that photo should mean? That I’ll be hurt? God, I’ve seen enough today. Does she think that a mere photo can hurt me? That’s lame.

“This bitch is disgusting. She's been my best friend for many years, and yet she betrayed me. I thought she was a good friend, but I was wrong. It is so wrong to trust someone blindly. “ I wiped my tears and drank red wine directly from the bottle.

“I am prettier, smarter, more talented than her. I don't know what my ex-boyfriend sees in her. Oh, wait, maybe her slutty body.” I drank again and poured a drink into his glass. He drinks it without saying anything. It looks like he did not really care. That’s okay. He’s a stranger who barged into his private room.

“That bitch! If I only knew she was pretending, I would literally kick her. When I saw them kissing? I slapped her and kicked that asshole’s balls!” I said and poured champagne on his glass before drinking again.

“Before, I used to admire him, but now I find him ugly, dickhead,” I said, chuckling. This guy in front of me is just drinking while listening.

“That’s funny, right? But that’s reality. You can’t see someone’s flaw when you’re in love,” I said, sobbing in tears now.

“You should go,” he said, but I shook my head. He let out a sigh. “Alright,” he murmured before he suddenly stood up and carried me without any warning. What is he doing?

“Let me down!” he stopped walking and dropped me. My eyes widened. Isn’t he gentle? I groaned in pain and cried even more.

“I'll make them realize that they messed with the wrong person!” I said, still crying. I saw him let out a sigh and started walking. I followed him like a lost kitten.

“That Andrew? He's not even handsome!” I held onto his shirt when he went inside the elevator.

“I will literally kick his balls again when I see him,” I said, chuckling when I remembered his reaction that time. I felt him stop and open something. Wait, why am I following him?

He then placed me on the bed, but I encircled my arms on his nape, which made him fall on top of me. I pushed me away a little, “You need to go home now, kid,” he said. I shook my head and stubbornly pulled him closer again.

I stared at his handsome face. I can hear him cursing softly. I chuckled, but that quickly changed when I felt something down there. Well, that doesn’t matter. He’s so handsome that I have the urge to taste those lips.

I pulled him ever closer. I wasn't with myself right now. Neither him. We are both drunk. Just one kiss won’t hurt anything, right? I slowly pressed my lips on his. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss back, but he did,

It’s so passionate that it made me moan between our kisses. This is the first time I felt this sensation. It's like tickling my entire body. I feel like I’m losing my mind.

When I heard him moan, there was something inside of me saying I couldn’t be able to stop. My hands started to travel on his chest, unbuttoning his sleeves. We didn't stop kissing, and it gave me goosebumps when he unzipped my dress.

Until I found us naked, he stopped what he was doing and stared at me. My face reddened in embarrassment. He chuckled darkly when he saw my reaction. “I like your body,” he murmured, making me more embarrassed.

I averted my gaze and pulled his head closer. I only want touching, not talking. He laughed as he started to kiss my jaw. His kisses went down on my neck, which made me hold his hair. He stayed there for the meantime while his hands were traveling on my bottom and started massaging it smoothly.

“Hmmm,” a moan escaped from my mouth. He even kneaded it. I look above while my hands are holding the bedsheets now. I wanted to stop, but my body seemed to want something more. Like I’m desperate for something out on earth. I want to feel like I am in heaven.

His kisses went down to my breast. He started kissing them like a thirsty baby, down to my Navel.  I couldn't stop but to moan because of the pleasure he was giving me. I felt wet down there.

Is this the time? Should I do this with someone I didn't know? He went back to my lips and kissed them passionately. Shit, I’m really losing my mind.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he whispered as he continued kissing me again. I bit my lower lips. How did we end up like this again?

I was just like a kid following his instructions obediently. I spread my legs the way he wanted me to do it.  He then stopped kissing me and went down there. He first stared at me before starting to kiss my core.

“Ugh!” I moaned in pleasure that his tongue was so warm and enthusiastic. My mouth was half open while watching him do it. He then went back to my lips and kissed it. I encircled my hands on his nape.

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured in his hoarse voice. I just nodded. I’m not that innocent. I know this will hurt badly. A tear escaped from my eyes when he slowly entered inside me.

“You're a virgin?” He was hesitant to move. He was about to pull it, but I moved and hugged him tight. I bit my lower lips to ease the pain, and when I recovered, I looked at him, and his eyes were full of lust.

“Pleasure me,” I said in a husky voice. It hurt it. It was like there was something on it that was ripped out. But I don't care if my body wants more, then I’ll gladly obey.

“Damn, you're so tight!” He said while thrusting inside me. I couldn't imagine I just gave my virginity to a hot stranger.