One Night Stand With A Heartbreaker

Tonight is the night. I'm going clubbing with Kate, something we haven't done since graduation. And I am planning on getting stupid drunk. We recently achieved some promotions at work and want to celebrate our success with a few friends. Bigger pay. Newer positions. This is a great opportunity for us and one that I'm not preparing on leaving behind. Tonight is the night. "Hey Ana, you ready to go?", Kate calls out from her room as I apply some last-minute mascara on and take one last look in the mirror. I fluff my hair up to look more confident, apply a little more lipstick, and finally make my way out. "Wow. You look HOT, Ana", she exclaims. I give myself a little twirl to acknowledge her compliment. "I do clean up pretty nice. We meeting Elliot later on?" "He's gonna meet us there." "Awesome. You ready for this?" "Hell, yeah!", she yells and I giggle in response. She checks her hair one last time, I slip on my heels, and we head out for the craziest night of my life. The club is loud and it's impossible to find a table through the crowd of sweaty bodies and tequila shots all around. Finally, we find Elliot sitting at the bar and Kate pulls him in for a hot and heavy make-out session, even though they just hooked up last night; don't they ever stop? "Hey, baby. You look good", he addresses towards Kate and she expresses her humility as only she can. "You do too. I missed you." "I missed you too", he replies before directing his attention to me. "Hey, Ana. You look nice." "Thanks, Elliot. You too", I respond before looking at Kate. "Hey, I'm gonna head to the restroom but order me a beer okay? Figured I take it slow before we lighten up." "That's my girl! Hurry back. I'm buyin' the first round." She exclaims and I make my way out. A few minutes later, Kate and Elliot are in the middle of the dance floor getting a lot more close than usual, so I make my way to the bar and order a Cosmo. I welcome the liquid to my throat and order another one before the first one's even done. "Don't you want to take it easy?", I hear someone ask and I turn to see a beautiful man in a formfitting shirt and dark jeans—I think. The lights are too bright for me to tell—taking a shot of a Whiskey before signaling to the bartender for another round. "Easy's not really my style", I declare. "Who are you?" "Does it matter?" "Guess not." "What about you?" "You really wanna know?" "Just want to make sure your name is as beautiful as you look", he smirks and I find myself blushing at his comment. "Good try. Ana. My name's Ana." "Good. You're safe", he remarks with an amused look in his eyes. "Wouldn't know about that", I confess. I came here for one thing and one thing only; a good time away from the stress. Jack is kicking my ass and I need this before I go insane. As if I hadn't already… "You here with your boyfriend?", the man asks as I take another swig of a Cosmo before ordering another drink; this time, vodka. "I don't have a boyfriend. Not really my thing." "Why not?" "Why should I explain myself to you?", I remark dismissively but I'm having some fun as well. "Just figured you for a party girl is all." "And what are you?" As I ask this, he stands to his feet and looks deep into my eyes before gently running his thumb over my bottom lip. My breath catches as I lean into his touch. God, he's beautiful. "Just a man looking for some fun", he whispers. I gasp at his words. Is he being serious? Even my subconscious is at a loss for words. "What kind of fun?", I ask shakily. He reaches for my hand before bringing it up to his lips and kissing it gently. "The kind I want with you", he answers coolly and I'm lost in my tracks. How cow. He really is being serious. I haven't had a boyfriend since… Before I can think about it further, the man ultimately takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze before leading me off the dance floor and towards a staircase and velvet rope with a tough-looking bouncer completely covered in tattoos. The man shows his wrist to the bouncer who scans it, types something on a computer, and moves the rope for the man to enter. He leads me upstairs and my heartrate spikes. Am I really doing this? I just met this man and now where am I heading? Have I ever done this before? Never, my subconscious remarks but I ignore her as the man takes out a card of some kind and unlocks a door. He leads me inside before putting a Do Not Disturb sign on the handle as he closes the door. I watch as he removes his shoes and socks before heading for the mini bar and pouring himself a glass. "Would you like one?", he asks me. I shake my head. No more alcohol for now. The man takes a quick drink and sets the glass down on a nearby counter. He walks over to me with a carnal look in his eyes. Oh my… "I wanna be very rough with you", he says quietly. I clear my throat before responding. "So…be rough with me", I answer in a quiet whisper and he takes the cue as he pulls me into his arms. He kisses me hard and I try to match his movements as best I can. He pushes me back until my legs hit the foot of the bed and he pushes me down. I watch helplessly as he slowly lifts his shirt and pulls it over his head, throwing it on the ground. He climbs on top and unzips my jeans and pulls them down ever-so-slowly, leaving me in agonizing wait. He finally pulls them off completely and throws them on top of his shirt. He kisses me again as his tongue glides past my lips and finds my own, intertwining with no intentions to stop. He lifts my shirt and slips it completely off my head but just as he goes to undo my bra, I stop his hands before he has the chance.