Chapter 1.

Present Day.

Arianna Grande, position, was playing in the background that night, where people were appreciating the fine lyrics of the song. The room wasn't crowded and that was the more reason she admired the bar. The light was finely dimmed with cool colors.

Becky Lawyers sat on a stool across the bartender's side, gently humming the incorrect lyrics that came to her mouth, a whisky shot on one hand. She'd ordered it minutes ago and probably won't take it till she leaves. She wasn't exactly a lover of alcohol.

A young man sat just beside her. "Tequila!" he called in a jovial tune. Becky turned to stare. She still saw the fine curves that revealed a crinkled dimple on his left cheek. He was in a dark jacket and jeans. The bartender, a dark curvy lady smiled upon the young man's arrival.

"Sir Logan," she said, and he rose up to playfully give a 'Prince Charming' bow.

"My shift is over. Gotta run." The lady announced, taking off the apron on her.

"Alright, mademoiselle." Said the young man. The woman strode out, a middle aged man stepping in. "Fred, what's up?"

"Logan Smith, how do you do?" He smiled and both men exchanged compliments.

Becky, on the other hand, stole glances at the young man. She could have sworn he had blue eyes. A dazzling smile remained on his lips as he spoke to Fred. He was handsome to Becky, and not in a complimentary way, but in an exciting manner. She needed to speak with him. Normally, Becky wasn't an outspoken person, but she had been trying.

She was beautiful that night; her long brown hair had been curled by courtesy of her friend, Mel, her make up focused mainly on her eyes to give the smokey-eye look, also courtesy of Mel, then she wore a slightly see-through mini dress that revealed the silhouette of her body curves and highlighted the nipples on her breast. She was confident enough.

When she noticed he had been quiet, she summoned the bad-bitch inside of her and said hi.

Logan turned, then took a second to admire the brunette beside him. She wore a little bit of makeup, but it didn't stop her from being pretty. "Hey there, cutie." She flashed angelic bright eyes at him as her lips mouthed another "hi". "Yup, I just replied you now. Um, how about a 'you look smoking hot tonight?'" he said casually to her.

She smiled. Again. You're a boss bitch. You're a boss bitch! "So uh, first time coming here?" She quickly asked, noticing he'd been losing interest.

"Nah, here is basically my second home." He replied, proudly.

A bar was his second home. Nice.

Becky was starting to rethink the whole concept of her night, but the gaze in his eyes was too much of a moment to ignore. Besides, Mel would kill her once she found out she never hooked up with anyone. And who better than the crazily handsome dude in her sight? "Really?" She said with a big blinding smile.

Logan had met quite a lot of women, but this brunette here was a whole new species. What was a girl like her doing in a bar anyway? And was she drunk? "Yes. Really." He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face.

"So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him.

But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue.

"Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"

Whatever it was that made him stop and stare, Logan didn't know. Although he thought for a while and hoped it wasn't because of her already hard nipples. Perhaps she was cold already? "Sweetheart, slow down already. It's fine. It's fine." He gently said to her, "it won't be a lonely night. I promise."

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There was a bang. The hotel room's door flung wide open as the two of them made their way in. They were already so engrossed in the kissing that they hadn't noticed the edge of the bed in front. Logan's foot made a kick with it that instantly stole a loud groan from his lips.

"The lights, sorry." Becky found her way to the switch, and brought light into the room, only after she'd shot the doors tight. Logan was getting impatient. With a hurtful toe, he made his way over to her, and squeezed her in a firm hug, pressing her breasts on his chest. Their lips met again, and the lustful kissing continued. Soon, they both fell on the bed, Logan on top of her. He taught her body sensual lessons, and she gladly willed herself to listen. He knew just the right places to touch. She impatiently took off his shirt, losing all the buttons with speed. His hands caressed her body, feeling her succulent breasts. He loved what he was seeing.

Becky could feel her heartbeat down there. Goosebumps tingled down her spine. It felt warm and relaxing.

"The light, let's turn it off." She said through a muffled voice as continuous kisses rained down on her, then forced her body to get off the bed, but felt a strong force pulling her back.

"No no no no. No need to do that, love." Logan said, slowly whispering his words into her ears, then as she was about to argue, he fired kisses down on her—her lips, nose, jaw, then down to her neck. Soon Becky didn't mind. She just wanted to have him. She felt the cold gust of wind on her bare skin as her blouse was being taken off. Their bare body collided, creating a warmth that increased their sex drive a hundred folds.

She was glad, and for every right touched, Becky moaned in reply. Logan was pleased in her seductive songs, and this let him grow hard under. He was a good teacher, and she was a great student.

The night went by slowly, a great pacing for the two love makers.

In the next few hours they would both depart, and never meet again. Perhaps this thought made them passionate and aroused.

Or perhaps not.

✩★✩

A soothing breeze seeped in through the hotel room's window, pickling her skin as her eyes slowly opened. She enjoyed her night, and that was a fact she could not deny. Yes, she'd slept with a completely dazzling and charming stranger—she would be sticking to that positive side. As long as he wasn't a psychotic man who would stalk her all through her stay in the city of L.A and end up murdering her someday, life was good.

She turned to her side and caught a glimpse of the handsome devil. His already tousled hair appeared brighter with the light in the room, and she saw the face behind the charming stranger. Low stubble beards circled around slightly pouted light lips, and groomed brown brows well neatly shaped, highlighting his fair and spotless skin. She smiled, wondering how the innocent face before her had been a dashing devil just the night before.

Too bad she would never see him again.

She rose up from the cozy duvet and sat up straight. It was a warm morning and she was glad for it.

Scattered across the floor were her clothes, undies and the stranger's clothing as well. With red flustered cheeks, she instantly rose up to put on her clothes. She was naked and knew it would only be a moment before he woke up.

Logan wasn't deeply asleep because he felt a cold spiraling wind slowly spread down his naked body. Wasn't he under a blanket earlier? His eyes opened and he stared in shock as a woman wrapped around her body a thick heavy blanket, struggling with her dress. She wore the dress from under like a pair of pants, and when it got to her waist, she put down the blanket, and started pulling up the gown. It seemed to have been stuck half way. Her pale bare back revealed a vivid black tattoo—some kind of inscription of a word—and her long brown hair dangled freely down her shoulders.

"Do you need help, love?" The dainty lady before him jumped up in surprise, slanting her posture with both hands covering her breasts. She looked shocked when she turned to face him, like she wasn't so pleased to see he lived to see the morning.

"You're naked!" Becky screeched, instantly throwing the blanket to cover his private part. Her brows furrowed when she noticed him smiling. She could see him clearly now, and for some reason, he had his dimples only on one cheek.

"Calm down, love. You literally loved my body just last night." Logan said, the smirk on his face still plastered firmly. He didn't touch the blanket.

Becky's cheeks flustered hot. She wasn't much of a lady who visited bars and slept with random guys. Three months now and she thought she would have gotten over her ex lover, but no. Instead, she missed him more. His warm embrace and soothing relaxing talks. When her friend, Mel had advised her to have fun, it took her a while to understand just what the word 'fun' meant to Mel. "I'm leaving." She announced the moment she finally got a hold of the dress and put it on firmly. He said nothing and just stared.

There was an awkward silence.

"Alright then." Said Logan, then he turned to his other side.

Becky frowned. "Yea, alright." It was funny, she was just starting to see now. Her mission had been well fulfilled. She was supposed to try something crazy and so extraordinary, completely new to her world, and she already achieved that goal. "You know," she said, and he made no effort to turn over. Becky continued, trying to ignore the image of his butt. "I kinda enjoyed my night."

When he heard her, a warm smile grew on his face. As much as he tried to deny it, something about the night had been different—in a good way. "Yea," he found himself saying.

Becky smiled bright. "I tried to get rid of a haunting feeling, and somehow you just took away the pain. For a brief moment though. But, I am grateful." She saw him slowly turn, and shot dashing eyes at her. His eyes were blue. A physical trait she had never seen in a person before, except in movies of course. He must have fixed some eye contact. Becky blushed as she stole glances at Logan, and her stomach churned with gladness. No, she wasn't falling in love. She was just so happy. Happy that after three months of wailing and drowning in the pool of sadness, hope had somehow managed to locate her. Never in her wildest dream did she imagine that her heart would ever feel the joy of love again. Yet here she was, blushing to the dashing face of a stranger.

"Um, I never forget a name." Logan said, "Miley huh?"

What?

The smile on her face disappeared instantly. "Really?"

"Lily? Suzzy?"

"Becky!" She snapped, an intimidating frown plastered on her face.

"Oh yea, I knew it ended with a 'y'." He sniffed in a low sigh." Okay, Becky, awesome." He said, no traces of excitement in his eyes. "Let's never meet again? Huh?"

Becky couldn't believe her eyes. "What?"

"It's a one night thing. It's not supposed to repeat itself." He said with a composed voice.

Of course Becky knew that much. She just never expected him to insult her like that. "Yea, I know that much!" She frowned, and in that split second, received a firm affirmation that backed her words. There was no way she would ever long to meet someone like him again. He looked like some arrogant spoiled brat from the romance books she read. No way her life would turn out like the poor victimized heroines from her stories.

No way!