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 most famous bar, because of the high price of drinks and strict security, it was also the safest bar in the city.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. To think that the first time I indulged myself in my life was because I got dumped.

I grew up carefully within the safety net of my mother all my life, and never crossed the line. The good thing was that my life had been smooth sailing so far; but the bad thing was that I was boring, not attractive enough, and couldn't even think of a way to release my emotions. I could only learn from those girls on TV and go to bars to get drunk.

Even when getting drunk, I still had to choose the safest bar. Typical boring me!

“Rough day?” the bartender's question pulled me out of my thoughts.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I realized that I had been in a daze for quite a while and hadn't even ordered a drink yet.

“Please give me something strong,” I said, ignoring the bartender's chat and the blush on my face.

I took the shot, coughing and almost spilling it. My eyes watered. I didn't expect that the wine that looked colorless like water could be so spicy and choking.

“Another?” he asked after I recovered. Despite the burning sensation in my throat, I still nodded.

“Coming right up.”

What started as one shot quickly turned into seven. I got drunk faster than I expected, and finally it was time to leave.

I chuckled when I recalled a t.v drama series where a drunken girl had a one night stand with a stranger after a breakup. I could never think of leaving with a stranger and having a one-night stand with him.

This was just a trendy girl's story, not mine.

I just needed to find a hotel, sleep there, clean myself up and go home the next day. My parents must not see me in this state.

Standing in the brightly lit lobby of the hotel, the lights made me dizzy.

“Room for the night,” I mumbled to the receptionist, 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.

Inside the elevator, I leaned against the wall, the spinning in my head making it hard to focus.I wonder if I just said thank you to the receptionist? But I didn't figure it out until the elevator door opened.

“Is it 3396 or 3369?

God, 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 walked into 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. Sinking into the soft king size bed and smelling the soothing fragrance of the room, everything was so perfect except for... the occasional noise coming from the bathroom.

I froze, sobering up instantly. After much hesitation, the wine finally took over my brain and I decided to go to the bathroom to check. The closer I got to the bathroom, the clearer the sound inside was. It was...suppressed moans that sounded distinctly like a man.

What the-

A... a naked man had showed up in my bathroom!

He laid in a bathtub filled with ice, 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'd ever seen. I gulped as my heart started beating fast, and 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 such 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 the wet clothes that had become heavy made it difficult for me to move.

After I tried and fell on him countless times, the hard object pressing against me made me dare not move. He put his arm around my waist and forced me to look him in the eye, as if to see who I really was. 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.

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

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.

“Skylar…,” 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.