One night stand with the billionaire

“Hey, Stella, get a life!” Megan pulled Stella by the hand trying to make her go to the dancing floor. Stella looked around the club, which was filled with people, before she uttered the first line of the song nervously. They danced to the loud thumping bass to the extent that she felt it in her chest. Bright and blinding colours were lighting up the area and she felt rather dizzy. Or perhaps it was the fruity cocktail she had taken before nervously. “I don’t know Meg, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” shouted Stella over the loud music. “You have got to be joking, we were just done with our exams, it is time to have fun!” Stella tried to argue with Megan but the latter had already dragged her into the sea of twirling dancers. Stella attempted to sway to the music, but was extremely uncomfortable. She looked at the door and seemed to be thinking of leaving the place. “I think I need another cocktail!” Megan shouted and disappeared in the crowd. Stella exhaled, the only one on the dance floor now. She put her hands around her and felt that she was out of place. Across the room a pair of dark eyes fixed themselves on Stella. Oscar Tate stood with his back against the bar and a whiskey in his hand. He simply could not look away from the beautiful pretty blonde girl who looked so awkward and uncomfortable. “Fresh meat,” Oscar whispered under his breath with a smirk on his face. He finished off the drink and moved into the crowd. Stella was too nervous to dance properly, she was more or less moving in circles when she sensed someone behind her. As she turned around she found herself in front of a handsome man she had ever set eyes on. He was tall, dark, and good looking; smiling at her with perfect white teeth. “Hello,” he said, and rather surprisingly, she could understand him over the loud music. ‘‘May I take you for a cocktail?’’ Stella's mouth went dry. “Er, yes. I suppose so. Yes, that would be pleasant. ” He led her to the bar with his hand on her lower back. The touch alone gave her goosebumps. “Hi, I'm Oscar,” he said, and called to the bartender. “Stella,” she responded, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and putting it behind her ear. “Pretty name for a pretty face. ” Oscar looked her over with what she considered to be lewd interest. “So, tell me why you are here tonight, Stella?” She blushed. “Well, yeah, you know, just hanging out with friends and partying because the exams are over. ” “College girl, huh? What are you studying?” “English Literature,” Stella repeated, easing a little. “What about you? Are you in school?” Oscar chuckled. “Ah, no. I graduated a few years back. I am working with a finance firm now. ” Finally, they began talking and the more Stella engaged in the conversation, the more relaxed she became. Oscar was friendly and could easily engage her into a conversation. In no time at all they were on their second round of drinks. “Well, then I would like to know more about you”, Oscar whispered, bringing his face closer to hers. “What does Stella like to do in her leisure time?” Stella laughed. “Well, to be quite frank, I am quite a dull person. I like to read and watch movies… nothing much really.” “Well I doubt that,” replied Oscar as he looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. “I bet there is a wild side to you I have never seen because of your shyness.” Stella blushed. "Maybe," she said coyly. “Well, I suppose you will just have to discover that. ” Oscar raised an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation?” Before Stella could reply, Megan came up to her. “I found you! I was searching for you since,” She turned to look at Oscar and then back at Stella with a mischievous grin. "Who's your friend?" “Oh! Megan, this is Oscar”, said Stella introducing his friend Oscar to Megan. They greeted each other politely and Megan looked all set to tackle Stella to another room for a word. “Hey Oscar, mind if I borrow her for a sec?” Megan said this to Oscar in a jovial manner. “Not at all,” he replied just as affably. “I’ll be right here Stella. ” Megan took Stella by the arm and pulled her to the restroom. “Wow, he is very good looking! Are you going to have s*x with him?” Stella's eyes widened. “What? No! I mean. . . I don’t know. We’re just talking.” “Girl, he is so interested in you. You should go for him!” Stella bit her lip. “You think? I’ve never. . . you know. ” Megan squeezed her hand. “It’s all good; don’t stress it, just enjoy yourself and remember to text me if you need anything. ” When they came back, Oscar had refilled the drinks for them. “Everything okay?” he asked. Stella simply nodded her head, her heart was beating faster and she was slightly nervous yet excited. “Yeah, everything's great.” “Would you like to dance?” Oscar extended his hand warmly. Stella did not have time to think this time, she immediately agreed. “Okay.” The discotheque was the next stop and as they danced Oscar held her closely. Stella could feel the hard muscles of his body as he pressed her against the wall and she felt her heart beating fast. He touched her body, his hands gliding over her curves while they danced to the music. “You are amazing,” Oscar whispered to her ear. Stella raised her eyes and stared at him, her eyes were blue. “Really?” Oscar did not answer her, rather he grabbed her face and kissed her passionately. Stella relaxed, surrendering to him and all her reserved demeanour was gone. When they finally surfaced for air, Oscar’s eyes were heavy with l**t. “It’s time to go” Stella felt her heart pumping fast as she looked at the screen, she was happy but at the same time nervous. “I have never done this…” “It’s the first time for everything,” Oscar replied with a wink. He took her hand. “Hey, let’s cut loose a little.” Before she could change her mind, Stella was running after Oscar and out of the club, into a taxi. In his hotel room, things escalated rather fast. Tops and pants were removed, fingers touched, and mouths kissed. Stella felt dizzy with the novelty of the situation. “Are you sure about this?” Oscar asked, standing between her legs and leaning over her on the bed. Stella nodded, breathless. “Yes. I want you.” This was followed by a night of passion that Stella had never seen in her lifetime. Oscar was tender but authoritative, taking her through the currents of her c****x. Later on they remained in bed entwined in each other’s arms, Stella resting her head on Oscar’s chest. “That was…” Stella failed to find the right words to say. Oscar chuckled. “Yes, it was.” Stella sighed and said to him , “I’ve never felt like this in my life.” Oscar stroked her hair. “Me neither. You are special, Stella. ” As she began to sleep, Stella smiled to herself. She couldn't believe her luck. In one night stand, she'd found her prince charming guy. "Goodnight, Oscar," she mumbled drowsily. "Sweet dreams, beautiful," he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Stella slept off, feeling happier than she ever had before. Her last thought was a silent thank you to Megan for forcing her out tonight. When she woke hours later, Stella stretched, a good smile on her face. She tried to reach out to Oscar, eager to cuddle with his warmth. But her hand met only cold sheets. Stella's eyes flew open. The bed beside her was empty. She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest as she scanned through the room with her eyes. "Oscar?" she called out paying attention she might hear his response. There was no answer. Oscar's clothes were gone. She couldn't find his suitcase from one corner he placed it last night again . Stella's heart began to kick, but this time with fair rather than excitement. She got out of bed, searching the bathroom, the closet, anywhere Oscar might be. But the room was empty. Stella sank to the floor, confused and hurt washing over her. Where was he? Had last night meant nothing to him? Had it all been a lie? As reality set in, Stella felt tears pricking at her eyes. She'd given Oscar her virginity, her trust... and he'd disappeared without a word. Just then, her phone buzzed. Stella lunged for it, hope flaring in her chest. But it was only a text from Megan: “How did everything go last night? Any gist, girl!” Stella looked at the message, not knowing how to respond. How could she explain that everything that happened last night had turned into a nightmare? She searched around the empty hotel room, the extent of her mistake weighing her down. What had she done? And where the hell was Oscar?