MY ONE NIGHT STAND

CHAPTER THREE

I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT.

Christian was here in my building, looking dangerously handsome and fierce at the same time. But wait... how did he know where I stayed?

Before I could blurt that out, Jeff asked, "Who the hell are you, man?"

"The man who's going to ask you to back off before I make you regret it."

Jeff scoffed. "I think you're the one who has to leave before I make you regret it." I almost laughed at that. Jeff was skinny and was of average height and Christian was— he wasn't too muscular but he was taller and had a few muscles. Not too much, just there.

Just the way I loved it.

My eyes widened at the path my thought had gone.

Christian did not say anything as his eyes moved to mine but he had a questioning look. Almost like he was wondering why I wasn't fighting or telling him off but truth was, I was too overwhelmed to do anything.

Jeff turned to me. "Ara, please. Let's go somewhere quiet and talk things through. I promise you won't regret this. All I need is a second chance."

My eyes made its way to Christian when I said, "I think you should leave, Jeff. It's already over."

I caught Christian smirk after I said that and I turned to Jeff. He looked from shocked to mortified and then angry almost at once.

"What?" He turned to Christian. "Are you guys f*****g each other?"

I didn't say anything, just gave him a defeated look and he started cursing profanities at me.

"Wow, I can't believe I almost wanted back a w***e. You both deserve each other, really."

Being called that hurt so much especially coming from the man I devoted my life to; the man I loved with everything in me. He stormed out and as I let the tears fall, the emotions I'd been burying coming down ten times stronger, I felt warm hands hold me.

"Hey, it's okay. Look at me." He tilted my chin up with his thumb and I looked up at him. That's when I realized his eyes. I mean I knew they were blue but I hadn't looked well to see how beautiful they were. "He doesn't deserve you. I don't think any women actually deserves a man who make them feel bad about themselves simply because they broke up."

I hiccupped, causing him to sigh. "I should have punched the hell out of him." He grumbled and then took me into his arms. He helped me open the door and when I got in, he joined.

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"How did you know where I live?" I asked Christian who had already made himself comfortable and made two cups of coffee. Well, one was for me so I guess I couldn't complain.

"Billie did. No offense to Keith but his girlfriend talks a lot." He chuckled.

"Now I'm the one who's offended." He grinned at me from the rim of his mug. He looked so handsome in his grey button up shirt and black trousers. His brown hair was shorter than at the party and I must say I missed those long hair. One I dragged when he went down on me and devoured my p***y like it was his last meal and... .

"You're thinking it, aren't you?" His question snapped me back to reality. I looked at him and he had a knowing smile on.

I shifted rather uncomfortably in my seat. "I don't know what you're talking about." I brought the mug to my lips and took a sip of my coffee

"Oh, I think you do. You're thinking about that night. Well, I guess what? I do too."

Oh, holy cow. He didn't need to say those things when we were close and all alone.

I swallowed. "You do?"

"Yeah. And every time I beat myself up about how that night went."

His words made me frown. Was he trying to say I was a mistake or I wasn't good enough to make the night fun? I mean Jeff had always said I was good in bed but then I'd been with him ever since college.

"Because there are a lot of things I wish I'd done to you but was too drunk to."

He was now close to me, dangerously close and I muttered. "Things like what?"

He smiled, his face moving slowly to mine. My eyes shut of their own free will as I waited for that kiss. The one I'd been lusting to and expecting after that night and when his lips finally pressed on mine, I sighed a sigh of relief. In a matter of seconds, our kiss that'd started out slow turned frantic, like we have been apart from each other for long and couldn't wait to show the other how much they'd missed each other.

My hands made its way to his shirt and I unbuttoned it before making my way to his belt to unbuckle it. He pulled down my bra and his tongue lapped on my n*****s, causing me to let out a moan. He slowly sucked on it, his hands caressing the other breasts and I threw my head back, lost in his assaults.

"Two minutes." He said and I slowly opened my eyes.

"What?"

"Four minutes to make you come before I leave."

I wanted to ask him where but he flipped me over the couch, pushing me up to the armrest, pulling my dress up and pushing my panties aside. I moaned when he kissed my my butt cheek. I registered the pain before I heard him slap my butt and almost immediately he pushed into me, making my eye roll in their sockets. God, he felt so good and I could already feel myself in the brinks of an o****m.

When he started to move agonizingly slow, I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my throat. I looked over my shoulder at him and his eyes were shut and his mouth formed an O.

Watching him made my insides start to quiver and I felt my c****x building up and up and... .

"s**t, I'm gonna come." I moaned and he started moving fast. I fell on the arms rest as I let the o****m take me. Christian growled and pulled out, spilling in my dress with a grunt. I smiled, trying to control my breathing. This was heaven and I was damn ready for round two.

I felt him push my hair out of my face, before he planted a kiss on my forehead and stood up. When I had come from my high, I slowly sat up to watch him pull up his pants, buckle it and put on his shirt.

"This isn't far from over, Arabella." He told me before leaving.

I knew it was far from over and the truth was, I was ready for it.