One Night With The Billionaire Playboy, Forever Trapped

Selena’s POV “I’m sorry Selena, didn’t mean for you to hear that,” Zayn muttered over the phone. My stomach twisted at the sound of his voice. What did he take me for? “Whatever Zayn”, I managed to whisper, tears flowing freely from my eyes. I was done with the relationship. Zayn, my boyfriend and now ex as far as I was concerned, had accidentally butt-dialed me a few minutes ago. I had heard the sounds and moanings of his betrayal. That lying, cheating jerk. He called back almost immediately after realizing his mistakes and his attempts at apology felt rehearsed, unreal even. “I am” he spoke up again, his voice void of any sort of emotions. “I don’t care, Zayn, not anymore”. I choked out, the tears now stinging my eyes. “I gave you everything, the best years of my life, but I’m not doing that anymore. I’m done. It’s over”. Ending the call with a shaky hand, I switched off my phone immediately. I stepped out into the cool night, the sudden silence, a relief to the turmoil I felt inside of me. I needed to forget about Zayn completely and erase him from my life, and I knew exactly what I had to do and where to go. I entered Joe’s bar with the mindset to drink my sorrows away. The bar’s dim light flickered and shadows moved in rhythm as the music echoed. Oh, Zayn! That manipulative piece of garbage. Three long years of my life. Three years of endless and half-cut apologies and excuses. But this was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. I was completely and utterly done now. “Two tequila shots please” I beckoned to one of the bartenders. He gave a disapproving look that turned into concern but I waved him off. Tonight, I wasn’t Selena Gonzales, the struggling event planner with a string of bad luck. Tonight I was someone else, and I was going to drink and have so much fun. “Another tequila shot” I slurred to the bartender. The burn of the liquor hit my throat as I swallowed loudly. I stumbled to my feet, already intoxicated. My hips began to sway to the music. I closed my eyes, slowly losing myself to the rhythm of the beat. “Rough night” a deep voice spoke in my ears. I opened my eyes to find an extremely gorgeous man standing very close to me. He had piercing blue-green eyes, and dark hair that fell carelessly over his forehead. A jawline that could cut diamonds. He wore a tailored suit that screamed luxury. “Something like that” I mumbled, bringing myself to reality whilst almost losing my balance. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, chuckling at my reactions. “Suit yourself” I replied shrugging. He ordered a whiskey neat and turned to face me. His face inches away from mine. “I’m Justin.” “Selena,” I replied, staring into his eyes. His face twisted into a sly smile. “I just broke up with my boyfriend, he’s a serial cheat” I blurted out. The words flowed freely from my mouth. He stared at me, his eyes widening. “Can you believe that jerk butt-dialed me whilst having s*x with one of his conquests and he had the guts to give me half-baked apologies” I added. Then I continued to yap. I told him about my crappy job and the never-ending strings of disasters that seemed to be my life. He listened patiently, his eyes narrowing in concentration. The corners of his mouth were frozen in a neutral line. When I finally paused, he smiled weakly at me. “Sounds like you need a break Selena,” he said, his voice warm and soothing. “Don’t we all?” I sighed, leaning against the bar. He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on,” he whispered, taking my hand slowly. “Let’s get you out of here”. His touch sent waves of electricity through my entire body. I hesitated for a few seconds, but then the thoughts of Zayn and forgetting all he did came flooding my mind. I let Justin lead me through the crowded bar, and out into the cool night. We stopped in front of a luxurious car just outside Joe’s bar and he opened the door for me to get in. I didn’t bother to ask him where we were headed. All that mattered to me was that I was with an insanely attractive man and the promise in his touch. A doorman in full uniform swept open the door as we exited from the car, unveiling a lobby that gleamed like a jewel box. Crystal chandeliers hung above and the carpet was plush. Justin lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing, cradling me in his arms. The hotel room was even more lush and beautiful than the lobby. The walls were decorated with oil paintings and rich wood paneling. He put me down and stared into my eyes. “Selena” he breathed, his voice low and husky. “Justin” I whispered back, my body aching for his touch. I had never been with another man apart from Zayn. I felt empowered all of a sudden. His lips found mine. The kiss was gentle and demanding but then it progressed into something more wild. His hands moved over my entire body, tracing the curves of my waist and the swell of my breast, sending shivers down the lower parts of my body. I moaned softly as he unzipped my dress, his fingers brushing against my skin. He pulled away slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Is this ok? Do you need me to stop?” He whispered, his voice raw with passion. I nodded, the intoxication from the alcohol slowly wearing off. “I want this Justin, don’t stop. Air caught in my throat as a soft gasp escaped my lips as he shoved closer. He kissed me again, roughly this time, I arched into him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He undressed me completely and slowly. His gaze lingered on every inch of my skin. I blushed as he stared at my perky breasts, but I didn’t look away. “I want you so bad Selena.” He moaned in my ears. “Have me, take me,” I responded breathlessly. He shed his clothes in a swift motion, revealing a god-like body. Justin was pure perfection. He pulled me close, his body pressing against mine. His touch was intoxicating, his kisses a mix of sweetness and hunger. I moaned loudly as he entered me, with thrusts that sent shock waves throughout my entire body. Pressing close to him, I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to absorb him completely. His thrusts were slow at first, but then it increased as our passion intensified. I cried out his name, my body arching beneath him. And as we reached our peak, a wave of pure pleasure washed over me. This was by far the best s*x of my life. He followed closely behind, his release a throaty groan that echoed throughout the room and crashed beside me. As the morning sunlight crept through the window, I slowly awoke in his arms. He was still fast asleep, his face relaxed. I trailed my fingers slowly around his face. How could someone I barely know feel so familiar? Realization soon hit me. What had I done? This had never happened to me before. I skipped out from beneath the tangled sheets, the bed creaking softly. I had to get out of here before he woke up. I scribbled a quick “Thank you for last night” on a napkin and left it on the bedside table. The city was already waking up outside. I could hear the distant rumble of cars seeping through the windows. Gathering my scattered clothes, I dressed up hastily, trying my hardest not to make any sounds. Closing the door quietly behind me, I blended into the brewing crowd. Leaving the warmth of last night behind.