Chapter Two: A night stand

Bianca’s POV

"Babe?" Gideon asked, snaking his arm around my waist to draw me close to him.

I looked up at him smiling.

He leaned down to my face and his lips crashed into mine in a kiss. When he pulled away, there was a lopsided grin on his face.

"In less than two days, you'll be fully mine." He muttered. His voice sent a thrill through me.

I was still smiling, "Yeah, Babe. In less than two days." I repeated.

Within the last five months, my life has done a complete 360 turn, in the most shocking way ever. Right after getting divorced from my ex-husband, I moved into my art gallery, as I couldn't afford to pay rent for myself.

Miracles do happen, right?

I met Gideon.

He made me forget every single pain I ever felt from seeing my cousin get married to my ex-husband. Gideon was a medical doctor and a few weeks after we met, he did the exact thing which my ex-husband had refused to do. He upgraded my art gallery to perfection, without me having to ask him.

His phone brightened up as a notification popped in. He looked down at it with a frown and hissed, before turning to face me.

"Babe. One of my colleagues from work just texted again."

"Oh?"

"Relax. Tonight belongs to you and I. I want to get drunk and party hard in that club tonight, with you by my side." He said.

That was exactly the same thing I wanted. We were in the backseat of an Uber, on our way to the club; this was something I never had to experience with any of the men I've been married to before now.

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The strobe lights were the first thing I noticed, as we pushed through the crowded entrance. Gideon greeted a few familiar faces before pulling me towards the dance floor. A while later, I had taken a few shots of some drinks at the bar, and was begining to feel dizzy.

Just then, Gideon leaned close to my ears and said, "Babe? I'm so sorry, but I need to go to the hospital right now.. There's an emergency"

I nodded, still dancing. " I'll see you at home tomorrow, Babe."

He tried to persuade me to follow him so he could drop me off at home, but I refused. So, he muttered something about asking someone to keep an eye on me before leaving.

I didn't care to know who he was talking about.

All I wanted was to wriggle my ass and take as many shots of whiskey as my body could contain. Soon after Gideon left, I felt like I was being watched, and it made me uneasy. I scanned the crowded club, and it was long before I saw him.

The stranger with a tattoo on his face.

He had a red cap, faced backwards and there was a stick of cigarette, stuck between his lips. He stood a distance away, in the midst of several other rough looking men. His eyes were firmly rooted on me, causing me heat to flush up my face.

I looked away as I kept on dancing.

When I looked in his direction again, he was pushing his way through the crowd in my direction.

He winked at me from under his heavily fringed lashes.

"Your man just left. Wanna have some crazy fun tonight?" He yelled over the noise of the loud music.

“My man definitely wouldn't mind!" I slurred him, glancing towards the bar. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me through the crowd. When we got to the bar, he shoved his hands into his pockets and brought out three 100-dollar bills. Then, he slapped it on the counter, smirking at me.

“Give us some shots of whiskey and keep them coming.” He yelled at the bartender.

That was exactly what happened. The drinks kept coming. I wanted to object, saying that I've had too much to drink already. However, he shot me a stern stare, noticing my hesitation.

We took more shots, laughing at the top of our voices over some lame jokes.

The music got even louder, and soon euphoria began to pump in my veins.

The handsome stranger drew me close to him, raking his hands through my hair.

We started dancing right there besides the bar.

Gideon! My mind yelled.

I wasn't supposed to be doing this; I had a fiance. My eyes fluttered close as I leaned on the broad chest of the stranger before me, forcing myself to understand what the hell was going on.

I felt light; with the effects of the drinks settling over me. A jolt of electricity pumped through me as he edged me to a much darker spot of the club, holding me tightly against his chest. At some point, I raised myself on my tiptoes and pressed my lips onto his. We started to make out, and then, he withdrew away from me.

"Hey?" He said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Everything became a blur as he pulled me into his arms, and led me into somewhere in the club.

A room, maybe. And then, I had a fucking memorable night.

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I woke up to a sharp ache at the back of my head. A groan escaped my lips as the sunlight from the exposed window steamed into the room, making the throb in my head more intense.

My head hurt like hell, before I was even fully awake. My eyes fluttered as I looked up at the high ceilings.

I blinked hard.

The room was unfamiliar. This was definitely not my cramped apartment.

Where was I?

Something in the white duvet stirred besides me, and I turned to look.

A man! I gasped, my eyes almost popping out of place.

There was an insanely handsome man sleeping right next to me; on the same bed.

I waited a few seconds before turning to have a better look at his face, and the realization of who he was hit me with a force.

He was the stranger I met last night.

"No, no." I mumbled, as I slowly raised the bedsheets and peeked underneath. I was stark naked, and there was a soreness between my legs. The sting in my head got sharper.

This wasn't a dream; I had sex with that stranger.

"Oh Shit." I muttered.

He stirred again, opening his eyes. My breath hitched as I watched him in silence.

"Bianca?" He said. There was a look of surprise on his face as he sat up on the bed.

Wait, what? He knew my name.

I startled as he jumped out of the bed. "How did you know my name?"

"That doesn't matter! I've messed up." He muttered.

"Huh?"

"This shouldn't have happened." He snarled, as he put on his trousers.

He was right. We shouldn't have had sex, but how did he know my name? A chill ran through me as I racked my head, thinking about what was going on.

What if he knew me?

He was just about to leave the room when he paused in the doorway, looked over his shoulders at me.

"Bianca, this should remain between us. No one must know that..."

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't even know you!"

"Yeah." He groaned, "And it must remain that way."

He didn't give me a chance to respond as he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Jerk!

I kneaded my forehead with my fingers, frustrated. A lump formed in my throat as the thought of Gideon came to my mind.

He would never forgive me if he ever found out that I slept with a total stranger two days before we got married. He would definitely end thing with me.

I cheated on him!

Oh shit!

There was only one way to fix this, I decided. I'd keep this away from him. The idea of losing him, over some careless and reckless night of fun, horrified me.

Did I feel like a piece of shit for doing this to the only man who truly loved me? Hell, yes. I felt worse than that, but I had no other choice.

I simply couldn't afford to lose him.

I sprang out of the bed, picked up my mini dress. Then, I sprinted out of the room, as a bitter taste lingered on my lips.