claimed by Mr.billionaire

2 (one night stand with a complete stranger)

The music thumped around us, the neon lights flashing in erratic rhythms. But in that moment, it felt like we existed in our own little world. His jaw tensed, something unreadable flickering behind his gaze.

Then, without another word, he stood up and began to walk away from me. I stumbled after him, the alcohol in my system making my steps unsteady.

'Wait! You can't leave me... Sleep with me!'

He suddenly stopped and turned to me 'Do you have any idea what you sound like when people hear you? you don't even know me, I could be very dangerous, you're drunk and heartbroken, go home.'

My voice cracked. 'Am I that ugly?' I whispered, barely able to hear myself over the pounding music. My throat burned, my chest tightened, and my vision blurred with unshed tears. André didn’t want me. And now, neither did he. The rejection stung like ice against raw skin.

'excuse me? Are you being serious right now?' he mattered dryly, raising his eyebrow.

'Am I that unattractive? André cheated on me and you don't want to do that with me, either. I am feeling fire in my chest...i don't want to burn alone i want him to feel that too!' tears ran down my cheeks, looking at his solid reaction..He didn’t speak. Just stood there, staring at me, his expression unreadable.

The seconds stretched, heavy, charged with something neither of us could name. His fingers twitched—like he was about to step back, to walk away. But then he didn’t. Instead, he talked, his expression softened slightly.

'First of all, it doesn't have anything to do with your looks, you're drunk, i don't do it with drunk girls and...' he paused and our eyes met, I sniffed, while pouting. His jaw clenched, his fingers twitching at his sides. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

'You're legal,' he muttered, almost as if he were convincing himself. His gaze flickered over me—hesitation, frustration, something else. Then finally, with a quiet curse, he grabbed my wrist. 'You know what? Maybe I need this too. Come with me.'

And with that he took me with him out of the club.

Because we were both drunk he didn't drive a car, instead, he called someone with his phone and within seconds a fancy black car was right in front of us.

He approached the car, still holding my wrist and opened the back passenger door for me, After I entered, he slid in next to me and shut the door behind him.

He spoke to the driver 'Drive back home. I am having a guest today.'

There I was in the car, with a complete stranger, taking me to his house. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, my pulse hammering in my ears. The silence between us was heavy, almost suffocating.

His cologne filled my nostrils, making me feel dizzy. Suddenly, he leaned in, his mouth almost touching my ear, making my heart thump louder.'You still sure about that, Scarlett?' I felt my cheeks grow warmer. My breath hitched. My mind scrambled for an answer—had I told him my name? No. I was sure I hadn’t. Then how...?

'H..How you know my name?!' I asked.

'Hello? You showed me your id! Scarlett Rider, born November 20!' He said casually, his face was still too close while I felt little embarrassed, Yeah, I showed him my id to show him I am not a minor.

'Then, what's your name? You never told me!' I saw him smirking before leaning more towards me. And without warning I felt his lips placed on my cheek!

My heart skipped a beat and, I forgot how humans breathe in that moment. I heard his chuckle then his whisper 'Cute. My name is Victor, honey.' He pulled away to look over the window, leaving me frozen like a damn statue from a kiss on the cheek.

I don't know how we arrived; I simply found myself staggering out of the car, my feet touching the cold, marble ground. I slowly raised my head... and stood there, gazing.

The building before me was... made of glass. Everything reflected the lights around me, as if it were a piece of the sky suspended above the city. I didn't know how he even opened the door but he did, and i stepped inside.

The place wasn't just an apartment... it was a palace floating in the sky. The lights were warm, but they didn't dim the shine of the smooth floor beneath my feet. Luxurious sofas, a high ceiling. Something I never saw before.

I heard his voice while pulling me towards his body 'You like my place?'

'Who are you?' I asked. There's no way he's a normal guy with this level with luxury.

He smirked as I felt his other hand taking off his blazer and throwing it on the ground.

'What we need to know now, Isn't who i am, but, what we'll do here, sweetheart.'

With that he dragged me to a his bedroom. The silk curtains hang on either side, revealing a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The city twinkles below, lights resembling scattered stars on a black carpet.

A polished wooden floor reflects the warm light emanating from the crystal chandelier. A huge bed stands in the middle of the room, covered in silk sheets and soft pillows.

Calm colors dominate the place, a mix of creamy beige and gold. Simple artistic touches adorn the walls, small statues and abstract paintings.

Everything here is luxurious, elegant. and he closed the door behind us.

He pulled me closer towards him, I felt his arms wrapping around my waist, my heart was bouncing while his hot breathing was hitting my neck as he whispers in my ear 'When you meet that André, punch him in the face for me.' His lips brushed against my neck sending shiver down my spine, while he continued to plant his soft kisses down to the crook of my neck, sending waves of heat through my body.

And that was the last time I thought about André. He gently pushed me to lie on the soft mattress of the bed, his hands working to unbutton his shirt in a quick manner before tossing it aside. For a moment, I was speechless, mesmerized by the sight of his bare chest and abs. It was as though I were standing before a Greek god—utterly flawless. Perfect.

'Enjoying the view?' His voice was deep and smooth. I glanced at his face, that infuriating smirk only adding to his charm.

I found myself clinging to my shirt tightly, trying to breathe deeply. My body was tensing, but his heart was getting closer to mine. I felt inadequate, as if my body wasn’t up to this man’s ambitions. His dazzling image before me made me feel so small. How could a weak body like mine be equal to such perfection?

'I'm not taking my shirt off, we...we don't have to be full exposed after all, right?' my voice came trembling. After his perfect body, my body is nothing to him.

'Aww, someone's insecure?' he teased before hus body hoover against mine. His eyes, those irritating blue eyes looked deep at mine, as if he was looking at my soul.

I felt his lower half press against mine as his breaths hugged mine, he leaned in towards my ear and whispered 'I want to see you, I genuinely want to see.' He placed a kiss on my cheeks 'but, if you don't want to, I can turn off the lights, hm? is it ok by you?'

His voice was smooth and somehow I sensed a tender tone in it. I nodded and he smiled at me softly. 'I'm not usually used to being gentle, but, for your sake, I'll try.'

He said before taking a small remote control that was thrown on the bed and without warning he captured my lips in a deep kiss while pointing the remote control towards the lights. and with a press, the whole room turned dark.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying in his arms, I was completely naked, under the blanket that covered us both while my head was on his bare chest. He was sleeping deeply, his arm was lazily wrapped around my waist as our bodies were basically tangled under the covers.

I was feeling terrible, a deep ache in my body –especially that soreness between my legs– a painful reminder of the night.

My mind wandered back to the events, the strange pleasure, but the pain in my body was undeniable. How had I let myself go so far? A complete stranger. A man I barely knew. But his presence was overwhelming, and despite the lingering discomfort, part of me didn't mind it. Loved it, even.

I can't believe I allowed him to do what André didn't, I thought I was going to save myself for marriage. That arrogant Victor that I met last night. A man who I don't even know his full name has took my virginity In his luxurious penthouse and I -with all stupidity in the world- allowed him to do so!

Suddenly a phone started to ring made me flinch of the sudden sound. I felt his arm tightening around my waist while he stirred before opening his eyes slowly. 'Don't be scared sweetheart, It's just my phone..' his groggy voice was oddly sexy suddenly that I blushed slightly.

His other hand patted my head slightly then grabbed his phone from the small table next to the bed. He looked annoyed when he knew who's calling before turning his phone off completely and putting it back on the table.

He looked back at me and talked 'It's still too early, go back to sleep.'

'I can't, once I am awake I never sleep again.'

'Are you now?' He mumbled before I feel his hand around my waist moving massaging my back slowly and smoothly.

'What are you doing?' I asked, surprised how my body is too submissive to him.

'shhh' He replied, 'I am trying to help you to relax.'

He wasn't wrong, It was helping me to relax, my body was feeling more and more submissive to his touch that reminded me of last night.

'shouldn't I be leaving...you know, after the one night stand?' I mattered, my head was resting on his chest feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeats.

'Leave? This early? No, at least wait until the noon. It's 4 am now, who knows what dangers of the street you'd meet if you left now.' he said while his other hand reached out and began to gently rub my hair while talking 'Besides, You're probably feeling pain from last night. Stay here as long as you want.'

Well, He wasn't a complete asshole, at least that's what I know. and the was his fingers danced on my body made me feel my eyelids getting heavy, I saw his sleepy smirk before closing his eyes, his hands stopped as I closed my eyes as well. Falling asleep again in his bed.

At that moment I forgot about everything. André, Ashley, my grades and my mind kept only playing the memories of the night as if it was dream. The hunger, the desire, and him.

Before I know it, I dozed off.