ONE NIGHT WITH MY EX'S FATHER

WILD RIDE WITH A STRANGER

MALIA'S POV

I was very close to hyperventilating. The air around me began to choke me. So I did what I knew how to do best. Run away from my problems.

I grabbed my bag and fled the house, walking in a zigzag manner to a corner where I sat down on the floor and bawled my eyes out.

It was too much to take in that the greatest betrayal of my life had not come from Kurt, but from my own best friend.

Life had taken so much from me and I could as well be crowned the master of crying, but it wouldn't change a single thing.

I was all alone in a world that only recognized me by my stigma.

I was the harlot’s daughter and nothing more.

I pushed myself up to my feet in anger and looked around. It was dark and quite late, but I didn't care.

I was going to show them how a harlot's daughter truly behaved.

I stormed into the first bar I set my eyes on and sat on a barstool, gazing intently at the bartender's bright eyes and startled face.

“Give me four vodka shots stat!” I screamed at him, sliding over a few notes on the counter to him.

“Uhh…”.

“Ask any questions and I'll make you regret it! You're meant to be pouring and not asking!” I retorted.

He raised his hands in surrender and got to work immediately.

My wolf quivered in fear, unable to even muster a word.

I knew what I was doing was reckless and very unlike me, but it was the first time I had entertained all my suppressed anger so I didn't know how to manage it.

After gulping down the four shots, I requested for another round of shots.

The bartender served them without questions and I gulped them all down again.

I was starting to feel dizzy after a few minutes but I didn't care.

I wasn't a heavy drinker on a normal day, or even a drinker, so I at least expected reckless consequences to come with my reckless actions but I didn't expect them to be so bizarre.

My favorite song came on in the bar and I lost myself in the music, dancing seductively in the center of the bar as the people around cheered me on.

I had always been a good dancer, but the fact that the place was dimly lit and no one here could recognize me, boosted my confidence through the rooftop.

Then I began to walk around the bar, grinding it down on all the men I could find and they all enjoyed my little display, cheering me on.

Some even had the courage to dance with me, while the others sat back watching me switch to a new dance after every drink I demanded for.

A few more drinks later, and I was sitting on the laps of a mystery man in a hat.

As much as the bar was dimly lit, everything around me was blurry and I couldn't make out his face, but I danced seductively on him, placing my fingers on his lips.

Then I got up, almost falling over but he held on to me.

“Whoa! Easy there, pumpkin” his deep voice transcended through the air and I was swoon.

I was practically drunk in love.

I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him breathlessly for a full minute.

He responded by gripping to the curves of my body and tugging at my tight dress, the one thing that was still on my body.

I was ready to risk it all for him.

“Come with me” I whispered to him, tugging at his arm, but he didn't move.

“Look pumpkin, if I wanted to have you, it wouldn't be in this rundown bar. I'll take you to somewhat where I can have you all to myself” he cooed.

I melted at his words. I was at his mercy.

He led me out of the bar and into a car that appeared to have been waiting for us.

I was barely conscious of anything and I was sprawled on his body until the car came to a stop and he carried me inside himself.

While I admired his contracting muscles, I lost sight of where I actually was.

He laid me on the bed and I went wild with desire.

My body ached for his touch again, to kiss him, to have him all to myself.

“Take everything off” he commanded.

Like a lost puppy, I obeyed, peeling off my dress from my body.

I returned my gaze to him, in my panties and bra.

“Damn. You'll be the death of me” he whispered.

“Turn around” he commanded.

I did as I was told, taking a deep breath.

Then I felt his hand on my back and I felt weak in the knees.

He unhooked my bra, revealing my full breasts.

This was the first time I was with a man and all the hair on my skin stood still.

“This is it…” my wolf said, and I didn't care for anything that would come after because I was enjoying this.

His eyes darted to my hips and rested there.

“Take them off”.

I took my panties off and faced him again.

He grabbed me suddenly, pinning me against the wall.

My legs were suspended in the air as he held on to me with both hands like a fragile object.

I wrapped my arms around his neck while he traced kisses from my shoulder to my neck to my earlobe and back.

I was impatient and caught his lips again, kissing him as my v****a throbbed.

After kissing for minutes, he placed on a desk in the room, my legs still suspended in the air.

He winked at me and I knew it was time.

He parted my legs and took my hand, placing it on his large c**k.

He let me stroke it and I moaned, taking it all in, as my v****a itched for it, for him.

Then he put it in slowly, peering into my eyes with a devilish smirk.

“You have no idea how long I've waited for this exact moment, pumpkin” he cooed, his voice sounding oddly familiar to a voice I'd heard on TV before.

He f****d me with a bizarre speed and I moaned uncontrollably, my hands clawing on his back.

He was a beast and I was far too drunk to protest.

After soiling the table with my juices he took me to his bed and flipped me over, f*****g me from behind.

After a couple of back shots, I turned and pushed him back, riding him with desire as he moaned helplessly.

I was in cloud nine and for a quick second, I imagined Lupita in this position with Kurt and I wondered if she felt ecstasy or guilt.

We pleased each other into the next morning, responding to our wildest fantasies.

At some point, I felt pity for whoever was going to clean up the sheets on his bed.

After a wild ride and a few rounds of rough s*x, I laid back on the bed to catch my breath.

He planted kisses on my forehead and then everything went dark. Lights out. I drifted off to sleep, buck naked in the bed of a stranger.

I was a whole new person.

When I woke up a few hours later, it was accompanied with a throbbing headache from all the drinks I'd had the night before.

I rolled over to a man peering into my face with a wide smile.

“Good morning, pumpkin” he cooed.

I stopped. I looked away from him, rubbed my eyes to clear out any double vision, looked back to him. Then it hit me.

I jumped out of bed with the covers wrapped around my body.

The stranger in bed with me was Kurt's father, the famously stubborn Alpha Alaric.

“s**t!” I muttered to myself.

What the f**k had I gotten myself into?!