All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Barry had presented it to her when he took her out to dinner at the top of Sydney Tower. They’d flown there in his private plane just for the weekend. They’d left Becky at home in the care of Brian and Cassie (who’d taken to her like a doting aunt and uncle) and had their very first full weekend absolutely alone. It had been wonderful and magical and breathtakingly expensive. Becky still had trouble comprehending just how much Barry was worth and she thought it better just not to think about it. “Penny for your thoughts,” Cassie said, sitting down beside her. “I was just contemplating my fiancé and how he continues to surprise me.” Cassie smiled and her eyes tracked to her own fiancé across the restaurant. They were there for Brian and Cassie’s engagement party and had taken over the entire five-star restaurant. Declan had insisted since it was the restaurant in one of his hotels, and the night had been first class all the way. “Happy?” she asked turning to Becky.

Is there something wrong with your rug?” “Shit,” Lisa cursed under her breath and stopped dragging the rug across the floor. She took a moment to compose herself before looking up. She knew what she would see and, trust and believe, a woman had to prepare herself to look at Mason. Slowly she lifted her head, her eyes staring at his bare feet, long legs clad in dark denim, a faded dark shirt with a ‘Stones’ logo on it (the one with the big red lips and tongue), his forearms bare with dark ink swirls peeking out from his short sleeves. His dark, curly hair touched his shoulders and his chin had dark stubble, but it was his blue eyes that got her. Every. Single. Time. He raised his eyebrows as their eyes met and then looked down at the rug. Right. She was dragging a rolled-up rug passed his door, in the middle of the night. It must look hell-suspicious. She knew it would, which was why she was doing it in the middle of the night, so she wouldn’t be disturbed. “Ah, red

He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the game he was working on. It was a first-person shooter game, one of the most violent that he’d designed so far. He was actually wondering if he’d maybe gone too far, but the focus groups had come back with more positive results than he’d expected. It seemed everyone had a little bit of vigilante in them. Who knew? The premise of the game was that the player had to hunt down and kill as many sick, twisted criminals as they could within a time limit and not get caught by the police. But there seemed to be a glitch when the player got above a certain number of kills and Mason had no clue what was causing it. The problem was that when a player reached the threshold, they gained some sort of superhuman abilities, which was not in the original design. This was not meant to be a paranormal or supernatural game; it was meant to be an everyday average Joe Blow losing his shit when his wife was murdered and going on a rampage to hunt down he

with the broody face?” Declan asked as he took his seat in the booth across from Mason. Mason lifted his eyes to his friend and shrugged. “I have a new neighbor.” Declan nodded in understanding. “Noisy? Keeping you awake during the day when all good vampires should be sleeping?” “Ha ha fucking ha,” Mason retorted. “And no, she seems to be a bit of a nocturnalist like me.” “Yeah, I don’t think that’s a word.” “It’s a hell of a lot better than referring to myself as a fucking vampire.” “That would be a sucking vampire and what are we talking about?” Brian slid into the booth beside Mason and looked between him and Declan. “Mason has a girlfriend,” Declan said and Mason kicked him under the table. “What are you, five?” Mason shook his head and then turned to Brian. “I have a new neighbor who also happens to work at night and sleep during the day… well, I think she sleeps during the day, I don’t actually know that for a fact, but I could surmise sin

He unlocked his door and entered the dark apartment, keeping the lights off. There was enough ambient light from his various electronic equipment for him to see. Sebastian, the cat who had adopted him when he moved into the apartment, wound through his legs, reminding him that he needed to fill the bowl on the windowsill. He did that and then grabbed a beer for himself before heading into his office and taking a seat at his desk. While he mostly worked on his couch in front of his big screen television, which was ideal for testing finished games, he liked the more intimate space of his office for the more private and delicate investigations he’d been doing. He took a swig of his beer and booted up his computer, reassuring himself that he wasn’t a criminal or touched in the head. Although most people thought it distasteful, he had been accessing various pornographic sites in his quest to find a sub that might suit him. Being the private man that he was, he had so many firewalls and r