ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MR DEVIL

Stripper

Susan’s POV

I wanted to scream but my voice was suddenly nowhere to be found as my legs wobbled again, while my palms began to grow sweaty.

'Was that one of the strippers?' I pondered as I staggered over to where he was sitting, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.

"Hey boy, are you alright?" I asked as I bent towards him, cupping his face in my hand. It felt warm and I giggled. Probably the alcohol at work.

The male stripper stared at me with his brows furrowed in confusion, probably wondering what was wrong with me.

"I am okay." He replied, trying to remove his face from my palm but I gripped it tighter and frowned at him.

"You don't look like you are, look at your stomach. It's bloody." I told him, caressing his cheeks as I winked at him.

He stayed still, his eyes piercing into mine, not saying anything especially when I reached to place my hand on his stomach where he was bleeding, his blood soiling my hand.

On a normal day, I would have freaked out but then I had hot vodka running through my veins so I could do anything. He watched me as I placed his arm around my shoulders, helping him stand to his feet.

Club 915 wasn't just a club because it had rooms for customers, so in case they passed out or were too drunk to go home and needed a place to crash. They will use one of the rooms.

I had one of the room keys with me, given to me by Natasha, in case I needed a place to rest, so I took him up to help him get changed in the room.

'What even happened to him?' I pondered and decided to ask.

"What happened to you, how did you get this injured?" I inquired and he scoffed, not answering me.

I shrugged. Maybe it was a bar fight. Perhaps they were fighting over customers or he wanted to leave and was stopped?

He was fully dressed after all. I took him into my room, had him sit down, and went to the cupboard to look for a first aid box. I tripped off on my heels as the alcohol still played games on me, I didn't find it at first but later did in the bathroom.

I took it towards him, opened it, and then nudged him to take off his shirt but all he did was continue staring at me. His eyes are ripping me off already.

"Are you going to take it off or I'll remove it for you?" I teased with a smile which to my surprise, he grinned.

"What now? So you are that impatient to see my abs?" He teased back and I burst into laughter.

"I think we should make sure you are still alive first." I pointed out, before doing as I said, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off.

A gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. What the f**k! ‘How could he be this heavily built, all packs in the right places, his stomach flat’. I got lost.

"Like what you see?" I raised my head to see the side of his lips curling up into a smirk. I felt my heart teasing me but I forced myself to remain focused.

I ignored his question and began to treat his wound. It was a stab as I predicted and he didn't flinch, despite the huge amount of iodine I poured.

I cleaned the place with cotton wool before fixing it with plaster.

"Why are you helping me?" He suddenly enquired and I froze.

"Well, because you are hurt and are too pretty to bleed." I joked and he finally chuckled.

"Funny girl." He muttered under his breath, a dark look appearing in his eyes.

Just then, he leaned in and placed his lips on mine. My eyes widened in shock and he pulled back while I pulled my lower lip into my mouth and licked it.

I shut my eyes, my head in disarray as I moved closer to him, breathing into him unknowingly when I felt him place his lips on mine again.

This time, I reciprocated immediately and hungrily, moving to wrap my hands around his neck as I ate into his soft lips.

He let out a groan, one I enjoy hearing from him as he wrapped his hands around my waist and pressed me deeper into him.

My boobs rubbed against his chest and caused some friction that made me let out a moan into his mouth.

His other hand wrapped itself around my ponytail, dragging it a little as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I nibbled on his lower lip, returning the same passion he delivered..

My hands left his neck and started rubbing against his muscular body as he unbuttoned my shirt, getting it off me and breaking our kiss.

We both breathed heavily as we looked at one another.

'What are you doing?' my mind screamed at me but I couldn't control myself anymore. The alcohol was now clearly at work.

The stripper's eyes sparkled as he looked at me intently, his hands moving to cup my boobs through my bra. I let out another moan as he teased my n*****s through the bra.

He bent and reclaimed my lips again, his hands moving to my thighs now, under my skirt. His hands drew circles on my legs, and I tingled with anticipation, especially when he inched closer to my panties but then suddenly stopped as he lifted me.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he moved away from the couch we were on, onto the bed, throwing me on it.

I bounced heavily and barely had time to adjust myself when he got on top of me and;

"You are so beautiful." He whispered and I chuckled, feeling my heart melting as I brushed my lips against his.

He bared my neck for him to bite into, his hands roaming all over my body possessively. He unhooked my bra as I trailed my hands all over his beautiful body.

His tongue, caressing every part of me, hit my n*****s, making them harden. I almost let out a scream when he took one of them into his mouth while rubbing the other.

Pleasure ripped through me and I found myself grinding against him. His hand ran through my skirt, dragging it down my legs, as he got rid of my panties also, exposing my p***y to the air.

His hands undid his trousers hurriedly and he brought out his d**k and slid into me. I screamed out in pain, wrapping my hands tightly around him, my nails digging into his back as he ate my body raw in pleasure and made me feel loved.

I moaned all through the night, enjoying myself and his touches, completely forgetting the ring on my finger or that I was getting married tomorrow.

........

In the morning by 7:12am.

I literally forgot where I was as I pressed my eyes in sleepy mode. A blinding light coming from the window woke me up and I groaned as I flicked my eyelids open to find myself in an unknown room.

My head ached, feeling as if thousands of hammers were pounding on it as I tried to sit up. Another groan escaped me as I glanced around.

'Where was I?' I pondered, knowing the last thing I remembered was Natasha inviting me to Club 915, and throwing me a surprise bachelorette party.

'So why was I in the room?' I wondered, dropping my hands to the bed to feel for my phone when something touched my hand and I stiffened.

What was that? I turned slowly and panic shot through me, my heart skipping a beat in fear as I saw a familiar face and all memories came rushing back.

My drinking, going to the restroom, seeing the wounded stripper, saving and then getting into bed with him.

My jaw dropped and I wanted to scream in agony but then remembered he was fast asleep beside me so I had to slip away. I removed my hand from his, making sure not to alert him.

'He was really far gone into his sleep. Bless the Lord for that.' I thought, letting out a sigh of relief as I got dressed, grabbed my phone, and then left the hotel room.

I scurried down the stairs, and the clubhouse was empty. Everyone has gone. ‘What of Natasha?’

When I switched on my phone, after getting into my car, what I saw finally made me scream.

'I was so dead.' I thought with a pounding heartbeat.

Over 10 missed calls from both Landon and Natasha, then a ton of messages asking where I was and if I was okay. One message from Natasha caught my attention though.

"Hope you are okay? Did you have a nice time?" I read out and furrowed my brows in confusion.

For some reason, that was odd. 'Did I have a nice time, as in, I disappeared but she didn't even seem to be worried or was I overthinking things?' I pondered but shrugged and decided to go to her place first.

My wedding was in a few hours, and I needed to check again that there wouldn't be any mishap with the preparations. I already did so much and if one thing goes wrong, I might go mad.

As I drove towards her estate, a smell entered my nose and I recognized it to be the guys’. That must be coming from my clothes. He was a stripper and Natasha probably saw him yesterday.

If she recognized his scent on me, it could lead to huge trouble so I decided to park my car, got out my emergency spray, and then sprayed it all over me before putting it back and resuming my driving.

Remembering the stripper now, made my heart ache with guilt. Why would I cheat on Landon even after everything he had done for me?

I understand that he was always too busy for me these days and I was pissed, which is the reason why I decided to get drunk last night, but that's still no excuse for my behavior.

Like s**t!... I am so ashamed of myself right now.

I even did it with my engagement ring and the next day at my wedding and I am sure the stripper saw me and recognized me as the celebrant.

'What if all these were planned and set up by him?' I pondered but then my mind scoffed at me.

"Who would hurt themselves for a plan?" I found myself muttering, remembering I treated his deep wound and how much blood he seemed to lose.

Bless the Lord, he didn't lose his consciousness, but he still did his job, was he also a w***e?

What if he took pictures or videos and wanted to use them to blackmail me into giving him money or even something worse?

What could be worse? Leaking my nudes or our s*x tape to the media. Not only would I be ruined but Landon would be too, considering he was a well-known tycoon and I was already known as his fiancée.

So many unwanted thoughts were drifting through my head, as my hands which were on the steering wheel began to sweat.

I needed to calm down.

‘Calm down Susan! Overthinking wasn't going to solve anything. Besides you were tipsy and drunk and he might be too, perhaps that was how he was even able to get stabbed’. I thought wildly.

I finally drove into Natasha's apartment, packed, and got out of my car but before that, I looked into the rear mirror and noticed beads of sweat gathering on my forehead.

I also looked kinda pale and nervous, like I had committed some sort of heinous crime, which I surely did. I cheated on my fiancée the night before our wedding.

My skin began to crawl and I wrinkled in disgust at myself. I felt like a w***e, how could I have been that careless? Drunk or not.

I got my face cleanser, cotton bud, and began to wipe my face clean before applying a little white powder and lipstick. Checking myself again, I noticed I looked better.

Satisfied, I let out a sigh of relief, grabbed my bag, and made my way into her building without knocking. It was already a norm for us, as she does the same too.

I walked into her living room but noticed it was empty, and the house was so quiet seeming as though a soul wasn't in the house.

'Had she gone to the venue earlier? If so, why didn't she call or did she step out to get something quick? But I didn't see her on the way.' I thought about it and decided to call her.

So I brought out my phone to dial her number but it kept going straight to voicemail. I just hope she was okay. I decided to leave since she wasn't around when I heard her voice.

"You guys didn't do your job?" She suddenly yelled and I almost jumped out of my skin, startled.

I began to walk towards the room, where her voice was actually coming from, stopping at the door, about to enter, I heard;

"How can you have the guts to tell me she disappeared? I told you to get me a video and I made it so easy for you all by spiking her drink so she would pass out by the time you guys got her." She explained and my jaw dropped.

'Spike her drink? Made it easy, video?' Her words kept replaying in my head and I let out a gasp, taking a step backwards.

Was she talking about me? My blood ran cold as all colors drained out of my face due to too much shock. I was numb and couldn't speak.

I had to get out of here immediately, so I turned to leave, only to bump into a vase which fell and shattered, alerting her.

"Hold on." I heard her say with a tone of panic, followed by the sounds of her footsteps. My heart skipped a beat and I dashed out of her house. I could hear her footsteps trailing towards me, but still out of her sight. I was already close to my car, dashing into it, I drove away immediately before she could make her way to the front door.

Away and almost home, I began to sob, not believing this. Natasha tried to set me up? But why?

Today was supposed to be my happy day and she wanted to ruin it for me? That means the stripper was not one of her cohort, he actually saved me because judging from her words, he wasn't the one she set up for me. If not I would have had a threesome…. Or not?

It felt as if a knife was being plunged into my chest as I sniffled. I couldn't really process anything at that moment and I didn't want to confront her yet.

Revenge would be best served cold. She would see me get married and bite her teeth out in rage. I swore amid tears.