A One Night Stand

Skylar

“Let’s break up.”

“Why?!”

“Just stop asking and let’s end it with dignity.”

Just like that, he ended our three-year relationship with those three words on our third anniversary. I stared at the beautiful meal on the table, now cold—just like our relationship, which had once seemed perfect but was now lacking warmth.

I decided to head to Neon Nights, the expensive new bar in town that my colleagues had invited me to last week, but I had declined. I’d always been afraid to try new things.

As an only child, I had grown up keeping to myself. I never enjoyed socializing or making friends. I hailed a cab, gave the driver the name of the place, and settled back as the car drove through the streets.

After arriving at the club, I felt the chill of the night air and quickly pulled my jacket tighter around me before heading toward the entrance. Luckily, since it was a weekday, the line wasn’t long, and I made my way inside quickly.

“Can I get your strongest cocktail?” I asked, taking a seat at the bar.

“Rough day?” the bartender raised an eyebrow.

“Something like that,” I sighed.

“Wanna talk?”

“Just give me something strong,” I replied.

He nodded and prepared a shot, handing it to me. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” I took the shot, coughing and almost spilling it. My eyes watered.

“Another?” he asked after I recovered.

“Coming right up.”

What started as one shot quickly turned into seven. I got drunk faster than I expected, ignoring the occasional looks of sympathy the bartender shot my way.

A few hours later, I stumbled out of the bar, completely wasted. The cold air hit me, sobering me up just a bit. A magnificent hotel stood nearby, one I hadn’t noticed earlier.

It wouldn't be bad to enjoy luxury once in a while, right? I was just a 22 years old fresh graduate, yet I often acted as if I was 35, missing out on the fun and interesting part of my life just to please that scumbag!

Not anymore!

I staggered to the desk, where the receptionist looked up and greeted me warmly.

“Room for the night,” I mumbled, barely making eye contact.

“33rd floor,” she said. Her tone was cautious as she took my card and swiped it, and then handed me a key card.

“Thanks,” I muttered, then headed for the elevator.

Inside, I leaned against the wall, the spinning in my head making it hard to focus. When the elevator dinged, I stumbled out, muttering to myself, “Almost there,” as I made my way down the hallway.

“Is it 3396 or 3369? Damn, I knew the number 3 was a curse,” I mumbled.

I checked the key card again, unsure. But when I looked up at the room number, I saw 3369. This must be it.

I swiped the key card and entered the room. I hadn’t realized the door was partially open before I walked in. Dropping my bag and coat, I plopped down on the bed, ready to sleep. But then I heard a loud noise coming from the bathroom—suppressed moans that sounded distinctly like a man.

I froze, sobering up instantly. I cautiously walked toward the bathroom, where I saw a naked man lying in a bathtub filled with ice, his eyes closed. I approached him shakily, unsure of what to do, wondering how he ended up in my room

It was then I saw what he looked like, his face was the most handsome face I've ever seen. I gulped as my heart started beating fast, I had just sighed at his handsome appearance.

When the man suddenly opened his eyes, for a moment as if the sculpture possessed vitality, his pair of deep eyes made his face even more outstanding and more aggressive, I was going to fall in love with him if he didn't have a strong killing intent in his beautiful eyes.

“Get out!” he barked immediately, his voice harsh.

I froze in place, disoriented.

“Are you deaf? I said, get out.”

I barely registered his words when he sneered, “Ah, Vanessa sent you to seduce me, didn’t she?”

Confused, I quickly retorted, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

He gritted his teeth. “Your little tricks won’t work on me.”

I turned to leave, planning to call reception for help and get a new room, but as I moved, I accidentally slipped and fell straight into the bathtub, landing in the man’s arms.

“Arrrghh!’ I screamed as the cold water instantly hit my skin. I struggled to get out, but as I did, I noticed him staring at my soaked body. His touch lingered on my wet skin, and his hands seemed to react to my warmth. I could feel his body losing control.

The words stopped.

He pulled me into his arms, undressed me, and the flames of intimacy consumed us both in the quiet darkness of the night.

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I woke up to the loud blaring of my phone. Who could be calling by this hour of the night? Rubbing my eyes, I saw my mother's name appear on the screen.

“Hello, Mum?” I answered groggily.

“Skyler…,” I heard her voice crack with sobs, her tone trembling.

“What’s wrong, Mum? Is everything okay?” I asked, panic rising in me.

“Meet me at the hospital now, it’s about your father.” And the line went dead.