Chapter One: Wild Night With A Stranger

Trina’s POV

Morning light filtered through the thick curtains, flashing on my closed eyes and waking me up. With a yawn, I tried to sit up on the comfy bed, only to yelp when I felt sharp, pounding pain in my head.

But as I got up into a sitting position, all thoughts of pounding headache completely vanished as my groggy eyes fell on the most shocking scenario ever— there was a man, a completely naked stranger lying down on the bed beside me!

The sleep instantly wiped off from my eyes as they widened in shock. With a throbbing heart, I looked down at myself, only to discover that like him, I was also as naked as a jaybird!

I couldn't believe my eyes. What happened? How come? Who's this stranger?– Incredibly handsome stranger if I may say. And how on earth did he get into my bed?!

I tried to rack my brain and bit by bit, the memories of the previous night came flooding back to me…

Last night, my dad and stepmom, Duncan and Emily Ryder, hosted a gala party at a five star hotel where they invited all the creme de la creme of the business world in order to celebrate their latest achievement.

Normally, only the two of them and my stepsister– their “princess”, Stacy, grace such occasions but to my surprise, Emily insisted that I go with them. She even went the extra mile of getting me a beautiful designer gown for the event!

Knowing that they are always up to no good, Mason, my younger brother, tried to warn me against going but I brushed off his worries, eager to attend a posh party for the first time ever.

To my delight, I really enjoyed the party because for once in her life, Stacy was very nice to me. She stayed by my side all through the party, encouraging me to dance, drink and just live in the moment.

As the night wore on, I lost count of the number of tequila shots I had but still, Stacy got me more, encouraging me to “enjoy life while it lasts”, with a mischievous smile on her face.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur as I was completely drunk. I can blurrily remember stumbling to the elevator with Stacy’s support. My dad had booked rooms for each of us and so Stacy helped me to my room and left…

From then, all I can remember is just snippets of what happened afterwards. I recall stumbling into the room, only to lose my footing and fall against a hard wall— a wall that turned out to be a man as I felt strong arms grasp me, preventing me from falling.

Looking up, my blurry vision fell on the most handsome, most attractive and sexiest guy I have ever come across. Instantly, my senses came alive— my feminine senses as I felt my nipples hardening and my panties getting wet just by mere looking at him.

I don't know what got over me because I never felt this way before in my entire life. It was as if I’m a wolf in heat as my entire body began shivering and sweating, goosebumps decorated my body as my panties got completely drenched in a matter of seconds. I couldn't help it. I had to touch him. I wanted him, I needed him– desperately!

With trembling hands I touched his wide chest and even under the layers of clothing, I could feel his sinewy muscles. The alcohol must have gotten to my head because I just found myself boldly moving my hands in a slow, seductive way from his muscular chest downwards past his unmistakable abs, past his navel, past his belt buckle until I was able to reach my target. I grabbed his oh-so-huge d*ck through his pants with both of my hands and I instantly felt it harden like a rod against my touch.

He let out a deep, guttural moan before his hands suddenly grabbed mine, stopping me in the act of stroking his Big Guy.

In a husky, baritone voice, he whispered, “You're playing with fire, baby doll.”

I felt a groan of frustration rising up from my throat and so I had to suppress it. This new, unfamiliar, crazy, desperate version of me couldn't believe that this guy is thinking of asking my permission when I'm literally throwing myself at him. Well, he might have the patience and decency to act all gentlemanly in such a dire situation but I just couldn't control myself or my actions! I’d die if he doesn't take me right here and right now!

At that moment in time, I think I must have been possessed– some wanton, sex-starved demon must have taken control of my body and senses. I should have listened to his warning, I should have backed off at that moment and maintain my dignity but the yearning, the desire for him was too powerful to resist and kept urging me on. The lust was so strong and overwhelming because what I did and said next shocked me to the core. Even now that I'm thinking about it, I can feel my cheeks coloring with shame, embarrassment, and utter shock over my crazy actions because instead of backing off after his warning, I did the direct opposite. I looked up into his gray eyes which were burning with an intensity that made my panties pool even more. "What if I like to?..." I purred.

As if that was all the encouragement he needed, the handsome stranger instantly took charge.

This time around, his moan was so deep and so guttural that it matched an alpha wolf’s as he pounced on me like a ravenous lion on its prey. Tugging at my hands that were already in his, he yanked my body flush against his, making my erect nipples crush against his muscular chest as his hungry lips crashed into mine in a searing, toe-curling kiss.

And from then, everything that happened next was a complete blur in my mind. That was the last thing I remember until now that I woke up and found myself naked in bed together with the handsome Greek-god look-alike.

I needed no fortune teller to tell me what happened between us last night. With those vague memories, the soreness in my nether region, the crimson stains on the white sheets— it was plainly obvious.

Sighing in resignation, I stealthily got up from the bed, making sure I didn't make any noise. I quietly and quickly dressed up but just as I was about to leave the hotel room, I remembered something and stopped. I quickly rummaged through my purse and took out the few dollar bills I had before gently keeping it on the bedside drawer. The handsome stranger might have come to my room uninvited but still, I was the one who initiated what we did last night so I had to take responsibility.

As I stealthily got out of the room and gently closed the door behind me, my eyes fell on the gold engraved room number. A frown instantly materialized on my face. Room 307?! How come? My room number is 306! That means the handsome guy I slept with wasn't the intruder but rather, me. Stacy must have taken me to the wrong room last night!

With hurried steps, I made my way to the elevator. I need to see Stacy. Something doesn't feel right…