One Night Stand With A Jerk

He's Sebastian Alexander Dorchester

POV: Zoey

The elevator dinged, and I pushed myself up from the couch when I head the footsteps coming towards the hallway. The front door slid open to reveal a dimly lit hallway. As if drawn by an unknown force, my legs moved on their own and I stepped out, my legs unsteady, as if the floor beneath me might give way at any moment.

I opened stepped out of the room, giving him one last look as if I was seeking for his permission before leaving. He smile in approval, knowing that I needed this moment with my brother. I smiled and mouthed a silent thank you as I walked down the hallway.

His guards lingered around, protecting his private space. They didn’t have to direct me, somehow I knew where I was going, my heart led me to my brother. Besides, it was the door at the end of the hallway, the only other door on this floor. I wonder who this stranger is that occupies the entire floor.

Its funny how this stranger protects me and yet I don’t even know his name. It is rumoured that the heir of the Dorchester Empire and Dorchester group of company. Sebastian Alexander Dorchester has been out of town for many years now. I wonder who is this stranger using his suite. He doesn’t even have the dark brown curly hair that the Dorchester’s are known for.

He has jet black hair that’s looking so sleek and gorgeous. He is approximately 6 feet and 3 inches tall and he has deep blue eyes that seem to pierce through the darkness. One of his guards opened the door for me, granting me access to the room where my brother lay on the bed with a private nurse sitting on the couch next to the bed and a doctor attending to him. I wonder when he had time to make all these arrangements, how did he put all these things together so fast?

It’s just so amazing that he would do all this for someone he barely knows. The doctor smiles at me as I approached the bed and hugged my brother in my arms, hugging him so tight that I had to remind myself that I was choking him.

“I’m sorry Jason, I’m just so excited. I thought I’ll never seen you again, I thought I was going to die,” I sobbed sadly, holding him in my arms. I don’t know what was happening to him before he was brought back to me, I don’t know if I’m the only one that recalls what had transpired between us in that room. He doesn’t look as scared as he was before I was thrown out the window, he doesn’t look like someone who has been crying also.

I guess I’m the only one that knows what happened in that room, and I will use that to my advantage. As I approached the door to the strangers room, my hand hesitated on the knob. The air felt heavy, thick with anticipation. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and I pushed the door open. The room was bathed in soft amber light, the kind that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket.

There were rose petals on the floor, leading to the bedroom. I knew I was meant to follow the rose petals and that is exactly what I did. I pushed the bedroom door open, and there he sat on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders relaxed, his dark hair tousled just enough to make him look effortlessly handsome.

He was shirtless, his chest sculpted and dusted with a light layer of sweat, and his eyes, those piercing, unreadable eyes locked onto me the moment I entered got in. I had a speech in my head, I wanted to tell him how much I appreciate him helping my brother and I. But the moment I set my eyes on him, I fell into a trance, completely speechless as I gazed lustfully at him.

“I knew you would come back for more of this,” he said, his voice smooth and laced with a confidence that both irritated and excited me. He patted the space beside him on the bed, his lips curling into a smirk that I couldn’t help but find infuriatingly attractive. I took a hesitant step forward, my body betraying my mind’s protests.

As I approached, he reached out, his large hand closing around mine, guiding it to the bulge in his jeans. The hardness beneath the fabric was unmistakable, hard and insistent against my soft palm. He groaned in pleasure and my breath hitched, I closed her eyes tightly, letting my hand move slowly down his crotch.

“That’s it, baby girl. That’s how you do it. Give daddy some sugar,” he murmured, his tone husky and yet commanding.

“I knew you loved it as much as I did.” He lets out huskily, my cheeks flushed and my body responding to his words despite my best efforts to remain detached. Who was this man, hitting on a woman clearly traumatized and vulnerable?

Yet, there was something in his voice, a raw, almost tender edge that made me too weak to resist him and too horny to say no. When that feeling of betrayal and pain came back, he held me firm, making me feel protected.

“Look at me, baby,” he continued, his hoarse whisper sending shivers down my spine.

“You have nothing to worry about, and nothing to be afraid of. I am here to put a smile on your face and make you happy. Let me into your heart, baby. Just let me make you feel better. Let me kiss your pain and tears away.” He told me, and somehow the pain in my heart disappeared because deep down in my heart I knew that he meant everything he just said.

I opened my eyes slowly, my gaze meeting his in a collision of desire and reluctance. His eyes were intense, burning with a hunger that mirrored my own unspoken longing. My breath quickened, my body betraying me as my lips parted slightly, my pulse throbbing in my ears.

He took needed no other invitation as he leaned forward, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. It was a kiss that promised solace, a kiss that whispered of dominance and surrender. My resistance crumbled as I melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair, my body responding to his touch with a desperation that I couldn’t deny.

His hands moved down my back, firm and purposeful, pulling me closer until I could feel the heat of his body against mine. His hardness pressed against my stomach, a reminder of the power dynamic between us, a dynamic I both feared and craved. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, coaxing me to open for him.

I surrendered, my mouth moving against his in a rhythm that felt both foreign and familiar. His taste was intoxicating, a mix of mint and something darker, something that made my head spin.

As the kiss broke, my eyes fluttered open, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His gaze was unwavering, his expression a combo of satisfaction and something deeper, something that made my heart ache.

“You’re safe here,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

“Let me take care of you, let me make you mine.” He said coaxingly. My lips trembled as I nodded, my body aching for the release he promised. But even as I leaned into him, a voice in the back of my mind whispered caution. This was dangerous, a man like is the kind of mine who thrived on control, and I was no longer sure if I was ready to give it to him. Not after my near death experience with Donald.

His hands moved lower, sliding down my hips, his touch both possessive and reverent. My skin prickled under his fingers, my body arching instinctively toward him. But just as his lips were about to claim mine again, I pulled back, my eyes widening with a sudden surge of panic.

“Wait,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. His brow furrowed, his expression shifting from desire to confusion.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone softening, though the edge of command still lingered. My heart raced as I struggled to find the words. I want him, God, how I wanted him so badly. But the weight of my past pressed down on me, a heavy burden I wasn’t sure I could bear. If I make the mistake of being with a betrayer this time, I may not get a 3rd chance to right my wrong.

“I... I don’t know if I can do this,” I stammered, my hands instinctively clutching at his shoulders as if to keep myself from falling apart. His eyes narrowed, his gaze searching mine as if trying to decipher my thoughts.

“You’re scared,” he stated, more than asked, his voice low and steady. I nodded, my throat tight with unshed tears.

“I am,” I admitted, my voice breaking. His expression softened, and he pulled me into his firm chest, his arms wrapping around me like a protective shield.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his breath warm against my hair.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” He added, kissing my forehead softly. I closed my eyes, my body trembling as I let the tears fall. His words were a balm, but they also left me with a question I wasn’t sure how to answer yet.

Can I trust him?

Can I let him in, or would I always be haunted by the ghosts of my past?

As I clung to him, the room fell silent, the only sound the steady rhythm of our breathing. But beneath the surface, tension simmered, a question hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. Who is he, and why is he helping me?

“Why don’t we get to know each other better, maybe that would ease the tension,” he let out calmly as if he had read my mind.

“That would be great. I’ll go first. I’m Zoey Hollins of Hollins Group of Companies.” I let out proudly, forgetting that I’m no longer wealthy since I signed over my inheritance to Donald.

“Nice to meet you, Zoey. I’m Sebastian Alexander Dorchester of the Dorchester Empire.” He told me, making my mouth go wide open as I stared at him in shock.