She's only mine.

Charpter 2. One night stand.

Alex Romano

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When I got to the ground floor, I saw her deep in chat with a friend, who wore a striking black outfit. Her laughter filled the air, and I found it strangely captivating. I wanted to be the reason she smiled, a feeling I brushed off as just lust. Romano men don't do love; we're all about passion and control. As her friend left for the restroom, leaving her alone, I watched her shyly hold a cocktail. Was this her first time drinking? I hesitated, worried she might drink too much, but before I could step in, she downed her drink and asked for another. The crowded club made it tough to reach her, but I pushed through the dancers to get to her side. She'd just had a shot, and I felt more concerned watching her order another. Was she being reckless or caught up in the moment?I pulled her trying to stop her from drinking.

Abigail

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Why was this hot guy pulling me along? Where was he taking me, and what did he say to the bartender? I wanted one more drink. I know I promised Dad I wouldn't drink, but I wanted to experiment, so don't blame Riley. She got me juices, but I chose cocktails and a shot for fun. He led me to a room with a pole and a big bed. "Sit down, Ms.," he ordered me sternly. "Why are you yelling?" I asked, laying on his chest and playing with his jaw. The drinks got me feeling out of control. When I called him "hot stuff," he chuckled. "Your friend will find you here, and then you can go home together," he said, keeping his distance. "Sit on the couch, not on me," he said angrily. Why was he mad at me? "Will you be mad if I dance on the pole?" I asked. He stayed silent, unable to speak. I began to strip down, slowly removing my clothes. He stood up and stopped me. "You don't want to do this," he warned, but by then, I was down to just my bra and panties. Please kick me if you ever see me holding a drink again.

Alex

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Control yourself, big guy, I had to remind myself repeatedly not to take advantage of her.H Curious if I've taken advantage of girls? Nah, I should reveal all my secrets. Why was she so stubborn? Where the heck was her friend? This lady might make me do something I'll regret. She was dancing well on the pole like a professional.

Abigail

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The next morning.I woke up feeling dizzy. It took a few minutes to remember what happened. I seduced a man. I lost my virginity to a stranger because I wanted to test alcohol. I didn't use protection. "No way!" I wiped away tears and tried to collect myself. "Abigail, pull yourself together." This person was at fault; he took advantage of my tipsy state. I vomited from alcohol, thankfully not waking him. I hurriedly put on my dress from last night, not wanting to see him, and went to find my bestie. What if someone did the same to Riley? No positive thoughts. "Dad will kill me," I panicked. Thinking about Dad wasn't helpful, but why did I agree to this? "Forget you, Abigail," I cursed, trying to call Riley countless times until she answered. "Where are you?" I asked.

Riley

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"I messed up," I started crying. "Come down and tell me where you are," Abigail said. I didn't know my location. "Share your location," clever Abigail suggested. "What's Riley Smith without Abigail Johnson?" I tried to ignore my insane actions. I shared my location. After a few minutes, Abi arrived, looking worse than me. "What happened to you, Abi? I was so worried," I cried like a child. "Don't worry about me," Abi said, giving me a tight hug. I wanted to leave the club now; I didn't want to come back. "I'm sure you hate me," I said, still crying. Her hug tightened. "I don't hate you, dummy," Abi said as we left the club, still bustling in the morning. I had to tell Abi what happened. She needed to know I messed up. I confessed to sleeping with older men twice my age, with no alcohol to blame—it was all me. I may be the life of the party, but I have self-respect. I don't just sleep with strangers. I'm not a prostitute. Sleeping with strangers older than me is gross. I disgust myself. The worst part? I'm underage, and if Dad finds out, those men will be in trouble. I don't want that attention; I'll be labeled as a gang member. No, I won't tell my parents. I can't.

Abigail

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It really broke my heart seeing her broken like that. My favorite warrior slumped to the ground. Her tears were falling non-stop on my shoulder. "It's okay," that's all I could say. But was it really okay? No, it wasn't. We got overexcited yesterday and celebrated in a club like amateurs. What were we expecting? I guess being intelligent and being smart are different things. We were smart to pass our semester and earn positions in the top 3, but fools to be messed up by men who wouldn't even want to see us the next day. I wanted to tell her that I got drunk and slept with a stranger too, but that wasn't going to make the matter better. I will tell her once she's feeling better. We went outside the club to hail a cab. The cab arrived, and we gave him the address, "112 Carlas Street." He drove us to the address. We climbed out of the cab, and luckily her parents were not at home. Riley went to her mother's room and searched for pregnancy prevention pills, and she found them. We took them. I told her she should rest and that I would go home. My home was just down the street, so I was able to walk there. Before I left, I made her breakfast. So, I walked back to my home. When I arrived, my father wasn't there, but he left a letter for me, saying, "I hope you enjoyed yourself. I love you." I read the letter, hugged my pillow, and cried myself to sleep on the couch. I disappointed Mom and Dad.

Alex Romano

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The next morning, I was shocked. I couldn't stop myself. I tried, but she was so hard to resist. I should have controlled my lust. But no, I ended up sleeping with a stranger. She wasn't a prostitute. We didn't use protection. Don't tell me I finished inside her. Do I regret it? Hell no. I pulled back the covers, and I was shocked. I took her virginity. She vomited on my floor. Guess what? I didn't care. I wanted more. The previous night wasn't enough. I woke up, and she wasn't there. She even left her panties on my couch. If I wasn't mature, I would have probably jumped up and said, "One of the best times I've had in a long time." I enjoyed myself. I just hope I meet her again, and... While I was lost in my thoughts, someone knocked on my door. I quickly got dressed and opened the door. It wasn't locked. "Diego, you son of a b*tch!"