One Nightstand Gone Wrong

Chapter 3: I met him

Well, the cab driver did take me exactly where he said he would. I stepped outside the car and saw the sun glistening with gold-yellowish lustre. It was a very cool Friday evening and the temperature toyed graciously with my skin.

I looked down at my clothes. They didn’t seem like party clothes. I was in a pair of tight blue trousers with red sneakers. Above my waist was a white polo with little zebra designs on the front.

I wasn’t a fan of parties. I have always imagined nightclubs to be a place where you find the downtrodden, lunatics, drunkards, smokers, and, in most cases, harlots. But today, I no longer think the same. I think parties are for people who want their mood to be enlightened. Parties are for those that have had a pretty bad day and they wish to change it while having some fun at the very least.

I crossed over to the other side of the road and moved straight to the Cross Atlantic Hotels and Resorts– CARH. According to the cab driver, he told me that my expectations here would never be disappointed. As I was walking inside the entrance, my mind was focused on the last few words Pierce said to me. The words were hunting me as I was walking down the long lobby of the hotel.

“Go f**k yourself,” I mumbled to myself. “Go f**k yourself,” I repeated this more than four times, giggling after I said it the last time.

“Ma’am,” a stiletto female voice said. “Sorry to ask but are you the table tennis coach we phoned in earlier?”

I winced.

Jeez! Had I been caught speaking to myself?

That would be ridiculous.

I was a very shy person and I didn’t like it when someone saw me doing something off the hook— like doing something completely alien to my character.

I glanced up. Surprisingly, my eyes fell on a young Asian receptionist wearing a black business skirt and white shirt hidden in a brown jacket. She is average in height, had comfortable long black hair that relaxed carelessly on her shoulders, and coupled beautifully with small beautiful eyes.

I quickly took a glance around the whole area. I had no idea that I was already in the reception hall. “N-no, I am Uhm,” I said, murmuring. “What if I am by the way?” I eyed her, checking her expression.

“There is a special reservation made for you in one of our best rooms and you can keep yourself occupied with all the activities that go on around here. You are also free to inspect the new tennis court. We will be more than willing to take you around if you want, of course.” The girl smiled at me, her white sets of teeth sparkling.

I was sure that I wasn’t the tennis coach, so there was no need to listen to all she had to say anyway. I should be more concerned about how I would enter the party hall, I thought. The cab driver told me that I would need to pay my way in and it was usually costly.

“That sounds interesting,” I said and managed to smile. “Where can I find the club?”

“The club?” she said, the look in her eyes suggesting confusion. She dropped the paper she was writing something on the tabletop and faced me. “Why are you looking for the club?”

“Hmm. Because I want to go there. Should I have a different reason for going to the club?”

“I am sorry ma’am, but you don’t dress like you want to visit the club?”

I examined myself, glancing up and down. It was now I knew why she had addressed me like a coach. “Do not worry, just tell me where it is. I don’t want to miss the party.”

She sighed. “I don’t know if you have not heard, but the clubs here are not meant for everyone. Just for a selected few.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we don’t have clubs, everyone could just wake up and decide to go. It’s not for the public. Just for a few guests and special guests too,” the receptionist said, smiling at me.

Special guests? “I thought I was a special guest?” I asked her in between knitted brows. “Would I not be allowed to enter?”

“Hmm.”

“Yes. I am the coach. So would I not be allowed to enter?”

She studied me with a long gaze, her expression unreadable. “With pleasure ma’am,” she said and smiled. “I didn’t know you would love to visit the club instead of the court.”

“I don’t need to tell you anything. As a matter of fact, I want to go to the club,” I said, my tone aggressive and flat. "Now."

She immediately rose and showed me the club. I had to lie to her so I could gain entry into the club. I just needed to get Pierce out of my head. I needed to punish him, at least, that was my useless thought. And I wanted to do all this in CARH.

I entered the large room. Surely I wasn’t disappointed as the cab driver said earlier. The room was fairly large, soundproofed too. The hall was a blast. Ladies, most of them faintly dressed, were out in their droves dancing to the loud music. There were different stages set at alternate angles in different parts of the hall and atop them were beautiful strippers dancing there. I stood in place watching. The party lights shimmered all over the room in different colored clusters. I didn’t feel comfortable at first. I waited for some moments to readjust to the new environment. The whole room was spinning around my vision. The lights weren’t helping either. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. There is a first time for everything, I thought. I knew I would go through it. I opened my eyes and started searching for a place I would settle down. I found an empty chair and a table. Nobody was sitting close to me. I settled down on it for a while, looking around the party hall. The men were cheering the strippers up with some cash thrown at them while they danced. It occurred to me that these men cheering these strippers and touching their privates at the same time might have wives or probably girlfriends at home. Disgusting.

Pierce came into my head again. Jezz? What? That cheater? Maybe all men are cheaters, I thought. I planned to get myself tipsy. I had never done that but I have seen quite a few of my friends getting drunk, some schoolmates smoking too. I had never done that before. Trying it out would not be bad at all, I thought. I felt excited.

I ordered a drink—not just a drink but whisky. I read the contents. It was 40% alcohol. That was exactly what I needed. I set it out on the table and began to work on it—drink the s**t out of it. I was starting to get the sweetness when my eyes suddenly fell on something that my brain failed to capture. I looked back to my right and I saw a sweet-looking huge male, heavy-chested even in his jacket. He sat alone, with his legs crossed. He wore a black denim jacket, black jeans, and black shoes. I pretended like I didn’t notice his gaze and quickly took away my eyes from him. I sipped the drink again and tried to gulp, though I didn’t. I wasn’t satisfied with the little information I had captured on the sexy dude. I wanted to steal one more glance. I did. I glanced to my right again and I couldn’t believe it. Even under the dull party light, this dude’s skin looked toneless. He had fresh caramel skin over an inverted diamond face. I loved his black beard too—he looked mature. I took my eyes away from him as he turned around and caught me. I shouldn’t be looking anyway, after all, someone just broke up with me. I listened to the music and went back to feed my eyes to what was going on around the party hall. I fought the urge not to look at this overtly cute young man. It was difficult but I managed to pull through simply by getting Pierce into my head when I lost control of myself. I continued drinking until I started feeling myself sweating. Everywhere started getting hot and wryly.

“Hi, pretty,” said a smooth male voice. “Can I sit with you?” the person asked in a magical voice.

I managed to look up. It was this fine man who had been sitting adjacent to me. My heart almost leapt out of my throat when my eyes fell on him. Though I was already close to being drunk, I managed to pick out this man’s features. His lips were overtly cute, thin, and kissable. His lower cut was finely carved. His barber did a wonderful job, I thought, admiring.

“O-of course,” I said, blushing. “S-sit down.” I stammered.

He smiled and sat opposite me with those beautiful brown eyes looking into mine. I tried to avoid his gaze but I managed to do that without letting him know. I grabbed the bottle and began to drink the whisky. “You don’t like using the glass?”

I almost choked on the drink. I had failed to use the cup. That was embarrassing. “I uh,” I whined, stammering.

“I guess you don’t like it?” he asked, his fine brows aligning. “Me too. I only use them when I have beers, but not whiskies.”

“Ha-ha,” I forced a laugh. “Exactly, I don’t take whiskies with cups.” I lied.

“I guess we had a little in common then.” He laughed.

Oh my. . . How could a man be this cute? Concentrate, yes. Focus Nicole, I told myself. I refused to laugh. I was starting to get so drunk here. I was managing to keep my sentences rational. I couldn’t even imagine disgracing myself here. “Would you mind?” he grabbed the bottle of whisky I was drinking from.

“You wanna drink?”

“Of course.”

I chuckled. I don’t like sharing things with strangers, but that is not going to happen with this cute man. “I don’t mind.” would I have said no? Oh C’mon Nicole, don’t be an ass, I told myself without saying the words.

“Thanks,” he said and smiled again. He sipped down the whisky. “So, can I know your name?” he sipped again.

“Nicole.”

“Nicole?” he said. “Such a nice name. Mine’s Raven. Raven Monroe.”

You are handsome Raven. At least that was exactly what I had in mind to say. But luckily, I still had little sanity left. Finally, I said, “the name is rarely heard of. I like it.”

He smiled. “Thanks, Nicole,” he said, smiling. He sipped again and handed the bottle back to me. I tried to take it and he held it. I looked into his cute eyes and I felt my n*****s getting hard. Finally, I regained my senses when he released the bottle.

He placed the back of his palm under his jaw and started staring at me. I blushed as I eyed him too secretly.

“You love what you have been seeing so far?”

I managed to say, “yes.” I was tired as f**k and drunk as hell. I was trying to sound rational.

I felt an urge to pee. I knew I would not be able to hold it for a long time. I took an excuse from him and stood up. “I will be back soon,” I told him after I had stood up and managed to drift the chair backward.

“No problem, pretty,” he said as he carried the bottle up to have another round.

I liked him.

Seriously, I wanted to cheat back on Pierce with this guy. He was perfect for the task. I didn’t care what it would take. I just wanted him to f**k me. I have kept my virginity long enough for a useless being.

I was just worried because I didn’t know how to ask him for f**k and secondly, I was still a virgin. The stories about first-timers haven’t been so great for my ears.

I went past him but the effect of the drink was just too heavy. I fell back and, for the next microseconds, I thought I was going to hit my head on the floor or maybe slam my body on the table, which would be so embarrassing for a shy girl like me, but he caught me. I fell into Raven’s strong arms and I was happy I did. He looked into my eyes with those beautiful sets of brown eyes he sets and I felt as though I could see myself inside them.

“Careful, Nicole,” he told me while he watched me closely. “You don’t want to get yourself wounded here. Can you go there alone?”

I just didn’t want to leave his arms. I crossed both hands on his neck. Can I go there alone? That would mean if I said no, he would take me to the restroom. Perfect.

“No. Take me,” I moaned out, holding him tight.

At least, I remember him lifting me like I weigh less than a feather. His arms were so relaxing and comforting that I had to close my eyes at this point and bury my head on his chest.

I love this feeling. Why is he so hot?