2. One Night Stand

ISABELLA’S POV:

“Liam!”

I called out to the blonde guy who had piqued my interest earlier as he gracefully descended from the stage. He made his way to the bar, and I followed closely, still not quite sure how to initiate a conversation. Offering money crossed my mind, but he didn’t strike me as someone in need.

“Hey, you!” I exclaimed, grabbing his wrist. He turned to look at me, and I couldn’t help but notice his striking good looks.

“Oh, it’s you! I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you earlier. What’s up?” he suddenly exclaimed.

Words failed me at that moment; I was uncertain about how to proceed and convince him to hook-up with me tonight. I briefly considered inviting him for a drink, but I wasn’t sure that was the right approach.

“My drink,” I unintentionally blurted out.

“What are you talking about?” he shouted over the thumping hip-hop music in the club.

“My drink. You should get me another one as an apology for ruining my dress,” I responded, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of my lips.

“Seriously? Wow, that’s funny! Alright, as you wish,” he replied, a hint of surprise in his eyes at my unusual request.

“Let’s go to my car.”

“Your car? Isn’t it just a drink? I can get you one from the bar.”

“No, it’s not just a drink. It’s a special Italian champagne, and I got it from a store about five kilometers from here. You have to get it from there,” I lied.

“Wow, that’s quite the journey! Alright, wait here. I’ll get it for you.”

“No, I’ll drive you to the store,” I insisted, eager to find a way to get him to my bed tonight. “Let’s get out of here, boy!”

We exited the club, and I drove us to the store. The car’s air conditioning made the atmosphere chilly, and the silence between us was somewhat awkward.

“How did you know my name?” he suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

“Go, Liam! Go, Liam!” I playfully mimicked the chant from the club.

“Oh, I get it now,” he laughed.

“Here we are,” I exclaimed as we reached an alcohol store. I swiftly parked the car.

“I’ll get the drink for you,” he said and darted into the store. I waited in the car, and he returned with the exact champagne I had purchased earlier.

“Here it is. Am I free now?” he asked, handing over the bottle of champagne. I playfully ran my fingers through his long, blonde hair and then let my fingers trail down to his face. His cheeks turned a shade of crimson, and I withdrew my hand.

“Please, have a drink with me, boy,” I implored, giving him a sultry look.

“I can’t drink with you. I have a very low tolerance for alcohol,” he replied, shaking his head in disapproval .

I frowned in disappointment but continued to caress his hair. Slowly, my fingers moved from his hair to his face, and I could see him blushing even more intensely.

I unlocked the bottle and took a large gulp, almost finishing it. Then, I forcefully placed the bottle in his mouth, and he nearly choked on the drink. I playfully chuckled.

As I locked eyes with him, I noticed his gaze growing hazy, and the alcohol seemed to be affecting him rapidly. I had never encountered someone with such a low tolerance for alcohol.

“I should take my leave now,” he protested weakly as I moved closer to him and pressed my lips against his.

He gazed into my eyes dreamily and began to resist, but I held him tightly and continued to kiss him passionately. Slowly, he started to succumb to my seduction.

“Let’s go to my place,” I mumbled softly.

LIAM’S POV:

As the alcohol that the mysterious woman had forced down my throat began to take its toll, I found it increasingly challenging to resist her advances. I gradually realized that her intentions were far from being solely about the champagne I had broken; she was pursuing me for something more intimate. My strength waned, and I became little more than a puppet, unable to move my body or speak. I sat in the car, watching her drive me to an unfamiliar location.

After several minutes of driving, she pulled up in front of an enormous mansion. The mansion was a grand sight, a sprawling estate that exuded opulence. Its imposing presence loomed before us.

We parked, and she assisted me out of the car, as I was unable to lift any part of my body. She guided me inside the lavish mansion, and I was struck by the grandeur that awaited me.

The Interior of the mansion was nothing short of magnificent. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, casting a dazzling glow on the marble floors. Luxurious tapestries adorned the walls, and the furniture was elegant and tasteful. The atmosphere was one of extravagance and wealth.

She led me up a grand staircase and into a bedroom that was equally luxurious. The room was a testament to her affluence, adorned with fine furnishings and exquisite décor.

As we entered the room, she suddenly pushed me against the large, inviting bed and pounced on me. Her lips and hands began to explore my body with a seductive touch. My voice was weak and low, but I managed to ask, “What is your name, woman?”

“Isabella Sinclair. Why do you care?” she replied, her seductive eyes locking onto mine in a slutty manner.

“I care to know the name of the woman who could be so bold,” I replied in my feeble state.

Before I could process what would come next, her mouth was already descending on my member, her lips and hands encircling my throbbing shaft and moving in a systematic rhythm.

I was frozen in disbelief. I can’t believe that a woman was taking advantage of me right now. I tried to resist, but my body wouldn’t respond, and all I could do was watch as she found pleasure in the intimate act.

She flicked her wet tongue over my sensitive tip, jolting me out of my thoughts. A loud moan escaped my lips, It was my first time engaging in such a sexual encounter. And I couldn’t believe it all.

She abruptly ceased the tantalizing motions and removed her dress, revealing her medium-sized pointed breasts and alluring figure. It was then that I noticed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress.

My member responded with renewed vigor at the captivating sight before me, and she smiled teasingly. She climbed on top of me, positioning herself on my throbbing shaft, which slid effortlessly into her wet warmth. She arched her hips slightly and began to move sensually, riding me with a deliberate pace.

My heart raced as I slipped into her, I knew I wasn’t supposed to be getting intimate with this woman, but I couldn’t do anything but relax and enjoy the moment with this wealthy, mysterious woman who had taken control.

***************

“Hey! Get up right now!” a strange woman’s voice yelled, jolting me from my deep sleep. I woke up with a pounding headache on the left side of my head. I held my head with my hands, trying to gather my thoughts and remember why I was in a woman’s bed, completely naked.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed in shock, jumping out of the bed.

”What’s all the fuss about?” she asked nonchalantly as she applied her makeup in front of a large mirror.

“Fuss? You took advantage of me when I was vulnerable. You forced strong champagne down my throat, even after I warned you about my low alcohol tolerance. You forced yourself on me and did unspeakable things, and now you act like I’m the one causing trouble!” I yelled in anger.

She stopped applying her makeup and turned to face me, glaring with amusement.

“You sure have some attitude. I like that. Don’t worry; I’ll make it up to you. Just name your price and consider it done.” She replied

”Seriously? You think you can just take my virginity and act like it’s no big deal?” I yelled at her again.

She burst into hysterical laughter, which I found very annoying. How could she laugh at a moment like this? How could a woman be so shameless? Seeing that I wasn’t joking, my face remained frowned, and I seethed in anger.

“Wait, you’re not joking about that?” she asked, her brows furrowed with interest, fixing her gaze on me.

“Well, it seems like you’re not lying. That explains why you’ve been so cooperative,” she laughed, teasing me.

“How can you be so unserious ?Is it because of your wealth? Do you think you can take advantage of anyone as you please?” I yelled at her, but she didn’t care. She turned back to the mirror.

“Like I said earlier, I will compensate you for any damage,” she said, applying her red lipstick.

“You can’t afford it, woman!” I snapped rudely at her.

She burst into hysterical laughter. “Seriously? You’ve got to be kidding, boy!”

“Stop referring to me as a boy. I’m twenty-four; I’m an adult,” I snapped at her.

“And to a thirty-two-year-old woman, you’re just a boy!” she retorted rudely, her words hurting my ego deeply.

“Name your price, boy, and get out of my house. I’m tired of your drama.” She mumbled quietly, but I could hear her.

“I don’t need your money, young woman. I only want one thing as compensation.”

“Oh, I’m all ears.”she replied, unfazed

“Marry me!”