ELLA'S POV
The pulsating beats coming in from the speakers make me go wild as I tuned my body's sleek movements in sync with the music. With my hair messed up in what was supposed to be a ponytail, my body covered in a see through gown, I could probably say I had had a pretty great night. I loved the club, the buzz, it's ever pungent smell of sex and alcohol, the drinks. But everything was typical, just like yesterday and the day before. Scrambling my gaze across the usual crowd of clubbers, the series of flashing lights. I noticed something— someone, a man's intriguing figure, sitting at the mini bar. "I see you got your eyes on someone," A voice called out to me as I turned my gaze to the tall redhead lady I knew as my best friend, Maggie. Margaret flashed a weird wink of her eyes, a grin spreaded on her cheeks. "Shut up," I admitted, feeling guilty as we both laughed at each other. "Why not go talk to him," Maggie hollers, her voice calm and cool. My face twisted into a frown, as I shot a smug look back at her, "Well, how am I supposed to do that?" "You know what, I've got the perfect drink to get you all pumped up." Maggie says walking into the crowd of people in the club headed off to god-knows-where. As the constant buzzing and chering went on, I couldn't help getting my eyes off him, something about him attracted me, something I couldn't quite place my finger on. "You still got your eyes on that guy?" I heard a voice call and I turned back at the view of Maggie, but this time, with a glass of whiskey. "Have some," She said passing the cup to me as I questioned, "What's in here." "Just drink it and go talk to that guy." I heard her say as I shoved the entire glass cup to my face gulping down all of it's content without even worrying about it. I felt a light tinge in my throat as all of a sudden, my eyes started twitching, the loud music fading off into thin air, the crazy mix of clubbers steered away. With a tug of my hair, I walked off towards the mini bar, my eyes fixed on one person, him. My heels clip-clapped, my previous anxiety unfelt this time around. Upon approaching him, he turned to me. My bloodstream tightens, my legs growing weak as he said, "Well, if it isn’t the most beautiful mystery I’ve seen all night. Can I buy you a drink, or should we skip straight to the part where I make you smile?" Before I could respond, he turned to the bartender and, with a casual flick of his wrist, said, "Bring her the most expensive drink you’ve got. Spare no expense." The bartender's eyes widened. "That would be the Louis XIII Rare Cask, sir. It's nearly a million dollars a bottle." I raised my hand, stopping the bartender. "No, thank you. I don't need anything that extravagant." His grin widened, a spark of mischief in his eyes. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Then I guess you want something different. How about I show you how good I can make you feel without spending a dime?" I nodded, my entire attention buried in his features; his ocean blue eyes, his chestnut hair and every little detail in his almost perfect body. "My keys," He chimed as a figure pulled out from behind me, it was obviously his personal assistant. I could tell from the assistant's shaky hands that he was obviously well revered. But I didn't care, the only thing I wanted more than ever now was him. He stood up and led me all the way to the grand hotel where I guessed he had a room in. I didn't expect him to be in the premium lounge at the top of the hotel. Once in, he smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and began to undress me, his hands deft and sure. Every touch ignited a fire within me, and soon we were lost in a whirlwind of passion, the world outside forgotten. He lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the plush bed in the center of the room. His lips followed, trailing hot kisses down my neck, his hands exploring every inch of my body. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. "You're incredible," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire. "I need to taste you." Before I could respond, he trailed kisses down my body, his lips and tongue worshipping every inch of me. He paused at my hips, his eyes meeting mine with a smoldering intensity. "Tell me you want this," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Yes," I breathed, my voice trembling with anticipation. He smiled, his lips curving into a devilish grin, and then he was between my legs, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. He moved with expert precision, his tongue and lips driving me wild as he teased and tormented me, bringing me to the edge again and again. "D*mn, you taste amazing," he murmured between strokes, his voice sending vibrations through me. He intensified his movements, his hands gripping my thighs as he brought me closer and closer to release. I was lost in the sensation, my world narrowing down to the exquisite pleasure he was giving me. When I finally climaxed, it was with a cry of pure ecstasy, my body shuddering with the force of it. He didn't stop, his tongue continuing its relentless assault until I was trembling and breathless, utterly spent. He moved back up, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me. "You’re even more beautiful when you come undone," he said, his voice rough with emotion. I reached up, pulling him down for a fierce kiss, tasting myself on his lips. "Now, I want you," I whispered against his mouth, my voice filled with need. With a growl, he positioned himself above me, and I felt him enter me, filling me completely. I moaned, the sensation of his thick member stretching me making my head spin with pleasure. He paused for a moment, letting me adjust to the size of him, then began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The feeling of him inside me was indescribable, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through my body. He moved with a perfect blend of strength and tenderness, his shaft driving deeper with each stroke, hitting spots that made me cry out in pleasure. "Do you feel that?" he whispered, his voice raw and husky. "That's what it feels like to be with me." "Yes," I gasped, clinging to him as he moved faster, our bodies perfectly in sync. "Don't stop." He grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "I don’t plan to." He quickened his pace, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity, and I felt myself teetering on the brink. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me even closer, his shaft plunging deeper, the friction sending sparks of ecstasy through every nerve. Finally, we both reached the peak together, a powerful wave of pleasure crashing over us. My entire body shuddered with the force of my orgasm, his name a breathless cry on my lips. He followed moments later, his own release shuddering through him as he collapsed against me, our bodies entwined in the aftermath of our passion. We lay there for a moment, tangled in each other's arms, our breaths slowing as the intensity of the moment began to fade. He kissed my forehead tenderly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "I knew you were special," he said softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin. I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the physical. "And I knew you were trouble," I replied, my voice teasing. He chuckled, pulling me closer. "Maybe. But I'm the kind of trouble you'll want to get into again and again" **** The memories of my first and last attempt at a one night stand flashed across my mind for the umpteenth time today as I glared at the picture frame in my hands. On the frame was my four year old daughter, the end result of my one night stand, which later turned me into a struggling single mom at the age of 25. I had always regretted spending the night with him, if I hadn't I would have had the perfect life every girl ever wanted. I would get married off to Luke, my ex, whom I was supposed to marry not untill I screwed it up by foolishly spending a night with a stranger I met at a club. Day after day, I'd try to wipe off the sadness and anger I felt but I couldn't, it lingered freely in my mind. Pregnancy had been torture for me having to bear the child alone all by my self. As I jerked out of my thoughts, I couldn't help but notice the time on my phone's screen. It was 4pm, an hour and a half past the normal time Ivy was supposed to be dropped off school. I felt a pang of worry as I dialed her school's number and waited till my call was answered. "What do you mean Ivy has already been dropped off by the school bus?" I yelled over the phone. My heartbeats quickened, fear cramping into my mind at the thoughts of my four year old daughter, Ivy, going missing in the busy streets of Brooklyn. Anything could happen, she could get kidnapped, harassed, or even taken hostage. I couldn't bear the thoughts of that as I hung up the call to the sound of my daughters school telling me to wait 24hrs before reaching out to the police. Hell no I wouldn't, how could a mother rest knowing her daughter is missing. I hurriedly dialed an emergency line on my phone, my fingers shaking like a winter leaf. I waited as my call was redirected off to a worker at 911. "Hello, I am calling to report the case of my missing daughter," I rushed, my words skittering. I could feel the fear gleaming more and more as the weight of my predicament settled in. "Calm down ma'am," the caller on the other end tried to calm me down as she continues, "I will need you to give me the details of your missing daughter." "Uumm, she's four, blonde, in a pink dress, black bag.." I struggled trying to remember the details. My lips wobbled as I waited for a response from the representative, "May I know for how long your daughter has been missing?" "I don't know, maybe for an ho-" I was about to finish my sentence when my doorbell rings as I abandoned the call and sprinted as fast as I could to the door. "Mummy, I've found Daddy!" A frisson of shock fills me at the sound of the calling voice, my heart caught in an array of unmatched beats. Turning immediately to the direction of the door, I wiped my forehead, my face almost turning red with anger. I could perfectly recognize the voice, it was that of my four year old daughter, Ivy. I had had enough. Enough of her games, she has always had me worked up with her silly games. She would go off to a stranger she found attractive and pretend she was lost just to bring him home to me in order to match us up. She had tried to play matchmaker for the third time this week and it never gets old. Every now and then, she would pretend to be lost and have a handsome man bring her home and try to pair us up. But this had better have to stop. "Thank you for dropping her," I was saying as I raised my face to see the man that had brought her home. My jaw fell as I gazed at the face of the stranger that had brought back my daughter home this time around. It was Xavier McKinney, my one night stand, Ivy's father.ELLA'S POV "Thank you for dropping her," I murmured drenched in thoughts as I raised my head to see the stranger my daughter had brought home this time. Pulling my gaze past his body, I paused, recognition flashing past my shocked eyes. This was Xavier McKinney, my one night stand, Ivy's father. I couldn't believe my eyes, my jaw falls slightly as the memories of our one night stand rushes into my mind. I couldn't help but feel a flash of emotions from the past years I've been left alone to bear and train Ivy ever since day one. The first was dropping out of school, then loosing matt, my boyfriend at that time to the pregnancy I had with an unknown stranger. I remembered the sleepless night I've spent, cradling my pregnancy wondering how I'd singlehandedly mother a child. Anger kicked in my veins as the memories sank deep. The loneliness I felt when my belly bump began showing while in college and being teased and made fun of. The loneliness still crept deep, the night I'd del
XAVIER'S POV "Thank goodness you're here sir," I heard a call as I alighted the car closing the door gently behind me. Turning to face Alex, I rushed past him into the hospital where my father was being taken care of.Running past the security men at the hospital, I hurried for the counter. Arriving there, I turned to the nurse at the counter and blurted, "Excuse me nurse, which room was my father kept?""Oh, Mr Xavier, good to see you again..." She bickered licking her lips seductively while staring hungrily at me. "Can you shut the fu*k up and tell me what room my father is in."Shaken by my sudden yell and the stares she got, I watched as the nurse hurried with the files on the counter. "He is in the platinum vip treatment room at the top floor."Hearing her words, I walked over to the elevator, waiting as it's doors finally chimed open and I entered. Tapping the numbers of the floor I was headed, I waited patiently as the elevator, paused, the doors opening as someone else got in
ELLA'S POV "I have to leave," I uttered, wiping some strands of my hair to a side as I made my way out of the elevator. In a fit of rush, my bag fell and all my documents were all littered to the elevator floor. Bending to pick it up, I hurriedly packed up the few documents my hands could reach and immediately dashed out of the elevator before Xavier could call me. Just as I stepped out, I heard the soft chim of the elevator as I heaved out. Wiping off the beads of sweats clouding my forehead, I stood, trying to calm my heart's erratic beating. I was shocked to meet him here again. Was he stalking me? It was now beginning to look mysterious, they way he keeps popping up wherever I go. First was with Ivy, now at my workplace, what next? Was he going to pop back into my life and take over?I felt a whirlwind of emotions as I touched my lips, the memory of our kiss creeping back to me.Shit. How could I be so foolish, to allow him kiss me. Xavier was a flirt, he surely had a way of k
ELLA'S POV "Be a good girl for mommy, okay?" I smiled softly, patting my daughter Ivy's head as we walked next door to the Thompsons'. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, old and retired, had been absolute lifesavers since Ivy was born. They didn't have children of their own, but they had showered Ivy with all the love and attention she could ever need, making their home feel like a second home for her.As we walked up the path to their front door, I noticed the crisp morning air and the scent of blooming flowers from their garden. It was a quiet, peaceful moment, and I felt a wave of gratitude for having such wonderful neighbors.I knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal Mrs. Thompson. She was dressed in a nice outfit, clearly ready for something special, and her husband stood behind her, adjusting his tie."Good morning, Ella," Mrs. Thompson greeted me with her usual warm smile, but there was a hint of regret in her eyes. "I’m so sorry, but we have an event to attend today. We won’t be
XAVIER'S POV I strode into the hospital with the confidence of a man who owned everything in his sight. And why not? I practically did. The crisp, sterile smell of the hospital didn’t faze me; I was used to the finest things, and this place needed my money more than I needed their gratitude.As I entered the meeting room, my eyes immediately locked onto her. Ella. The woman who had haunted my thoughts for years. She looked as stunning as ever, and the sight of her sent a surge of possessive desire through me. I wanted her, plain and simple. I wanted to feel her, to claim her again, and this time, to stay in her life.Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized me. Good. Let her be surprised. I liked the idea of unsettling her, of making her wonder why I was here. As Mr. Anderson droned on about the charity event, I barely paid attention. My focus was solely on Ella and the way she tried to compose herself.When Mr. Anderson finally left, the room fell silent, the tension thick betwee
ELLA'S POV "And I like that." Xavier's words filled my ears, the undeniable connection of our bodies causing me to fiddle gently. My body throbbed with a lot of emotions, if anything, I wanted him to pin me to four walls of this office. For him to claim me— but I won't show it.He was a jerk, one I wasn't going to allow into my life. He had left me to myself then causing my then almost perfect promising career to be shattered. I couldn't help but feel a trace of hurt in my veins, my face hardening.Back then, I had the perfect life as an adult college student, a hot boyfriend, a best friend that loved to party. My career was promising, I was supposed to be a doctor, but all my dreams laid in dirt the moment the doctor had told me I was pregnant.We were having a practical back at school, I had fainted and my best friend, Maggie, with the help of Dave, my ex boyfriend, had both helped me to the sick bay. The nurse there had taken some test and had announced discretely that I was pregn
ELLA'S POVI was walking briskly down the hallway, trying to keep my head up despite the jumble of thoughts still lodged in my mind from Rhea’s confrontation. My hand tingled where I had smacked her and as the adrenaline ebbed away, a boiling blend of anger and satisfaction set in.Penny, who had been waiting for me at the nurse station, waved the instant she saw me. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of delight which was replaced almost immediately with some curiosity."What happened?" Penny asked, worry ringing clearly in her tone.I forced out a smile, not wanting to add to her worries. "Nothing, just Rhea’s usual nonsense, nothing worth stressing about."Penny looked at me knowingly; she saw right through my attempt to downplay it. “Ella, come on. What did she say?”Looking around to see if anyone could hear us, I sighed. "That's a story for later but I have some big news now."“Really?” Penny lifted an eyebrow curiously the worry in her tone ebbing away.Stopping in my tracks, I turne
ELLA'S POV "Whatever you’re trying to prove, Ella," He said, his voice softer, "it doesn’t change what’s between us.""I have to return back to work, sir?" I said, my head bent in an aim not to catch his gaze."You're mine, Ella." I heard him say, my mind freezing with fear as I lose myself in the ocean blue color of his eyes. The intoxicating fragrance of his body flared my nostrils, woody and dangerously seductively — I'd deduce. I couldn't help it but acknowledge the enticing feature of his body, his almost perfect body standing just an inch away from mine. The fiery burn in his eyes held me in their captivating charm, the heat of the moment causing me to snap back into reality. I wasn't his, I told myself countlessly as my body throbbed, aching for his touch. Pulling my self back, I said slowly freeing my hand from his grip, "I have to get back to work, sir." Flashing a final glance at him, I turned in an elegant swivel heading in the direction of the hospital. The glance I fl