After One Night Stand

Chapter 3

Olivia felt the satisfaction of being owned, of being confined in Jaspar's arms, of feeling the other man's breath heavy with her, the l**t aroused by her, of remembering over and over again that the other man said he loved her, that it didn't matter if he only loved her this night, only that she could still feel loved.

Olivia was laid down on the fluffy white bed, their touch so soft.

Her buttons were gently unbuttoned one by one, and Jaspar leaned in to kiss her lips with each one, moving gently as if he were dealing with his precious treasure.

Olivia couldn't control her tears again; she was desperate for more.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

Olivia looked at Jaspar through the mist, and she looked at him with uncertainty and resignation, so then he repeated with certainty, "You're as beautiful as a goddess."

She was like a leaf fluttering in the storm, but landed in a warm embrace.

If she had known more about Jaspar's background, it would have been a perfect first night. But fate being what it was, Olivia couldn't ask for anything else when she'd already gotten so much.

He was already perfect, his hot body driving her crazy, the two of them falling into a sea of l**t together, their hands wandering over each other's bodies like they were on fire, spreading prairie wildfire everywhere they passed.

Her long, slender neck tilted back, caught in the aftermath of the frenzy, unable to rest for a long time.

Jaspar took her in his arms, and the two curled up n***d together.

His hands came to rest around her waist, and not satisfied with her sleeping position with her back to him, he turned her over again. In the darkness it was not possible to make out the other's face completely, but he stared at her for a moment and suddenly whispered, "I love you. Do you feel love?"

"Yes." Olivia was already half asleep; she was so tired that exhaustion had preceded her into sleep. Maybe she heard it, or maybe it was just a subconscious answer, her voice was still sticky from exhaustion, and soon the sound of calm breathing rang out.

With someone lying in Jaspar's arms, he only felt content and closed his eyes in peace.

The next morning, the sunlight fell harshly on Olivia's face through the curtains. She opened her eyes with difficulty, her temples pulsing with suddenness, reminding her of last night's madness. Her bones seemed to be falling apart, and with every movement she made, the few muscles and joints attached to them reminded her of their presence with pain.

The half-n***d man beside her has not yet woken up, she held her breath and carefully removed the man's hand on her waist, Jaspar was sleeping so heavily that he did not even react.

In fact, she was n***d, and she couldn't find her clothes.

The moment she landed, heaven and earth were spinning, but Olivia was as anxious as if she had done something bad, and the less she knew how to face Jaspar, the more worried she was that he would wake up at that moment. So she didn't pause in her movements, she immediately got up and tried to find the clothes that belonged to her from the scattered clothes on the floor.

She remembered all the details of last night when the two of them were indulging in l**t, but she just couldn't remember how far her clothes had been taken off without a single piece.

She found Jaspar's clothes, jacket and jeans, which were better than being n***d, and she haphazardly put them on, rolled up the hem of her jeans, which were several dozen centimeters long, and she left the room to walk downstairs.

Olivia stepped on the heavy carpet without a sound of footsteps. She wished she could just leave the room silently, without running into anyone on the way, she almost prayed, but it didn't happen. The maid found her first, called her "Miss" affectionately, and asked if she wanted breakfast.

Breakfast?

What did that mean? After what had happened, could she still have a cup of coffee before leaving? Did every girl who came to this room do the same thing?

"No, thanks." She was still calm, if this was an embarrassing thing, Jaspar should also take half of the blame with her.

"Your young master is still sleeping," she gestured in the direction of the upstairs, naturally wanting to remain her usual friendly self even though she hadn't had to deal with anything like this. "I'm going to leave first."

"Just a moment, Miss. We'll send a driver to take you."

Olivia felt a little annoyed, but she tried to maintain her outward politeness, "No, thank you for your kindness, but I can take a taxi myself, and I haven't lost my purse or my phone."

The less experienced maid obviously didn't understand why the young lady in front of her was in such a hurry to get rid of the place, but instead of expressing such doubts, she patiently told Olivia what the current situation here was, "Sorry, Miss, you can't get a cab in this part of the residential area."

Olivia compromised and she dutifully followed the maid to the driver. In the wide yard of Jaspar's mansion, she saw a luxury car pulling in through the door from afar. She couldn't tell how many cars he had, and when the maid stopped and got off, she assumed the car was the one that had come to drop her off, and waited with the maid.

The driver got out but turned around and opened the back door. Olivia felt that her fate should not be this bad.

But it was this bad when a young fashionable lady stepped out of the car gracefully on her ten centimeter shoes, she had dazzling red hair and her whole outfit carried logos that Olivia had seen or not seen in fashion magazines.

The redhead spotted Olivia's presence at a glance, she looked Olivia up and down and immediately gave a disdainful look, "Where is Jaspar now?"

"In the bedroom, Miss Ivy." The maid replied.

The dislike on this Miss Ivy's face became even more obvious, "So this is the free night that Jaspar mentioned? This girl is also very ordinary; he couldn't find a better one?"

Olivia chose to believe Jaspar at first, after all, this woman with a bad face carried a natural hostility towards her, she remembered he said he was single now, with his status, there was no need to cheat her for some free night.

But Miss Ivy saw her suspicion and handed her bag to another maid by her side while sneering, "Don't gawk, I'm his fiancée and our parents are about to meet."

All Olivia's dignity and bottom standing in front of this woman was trampled by Jaspar in an instant, she went through everything last night with only one premise, that they were both single. But he had cheated on her to put her in such an embarrassing situation. If she could, she should rush upstairs right now and slap him in the face.

But enough of this drama, she needed to get out of here quickly, Olivia tilted her head to the maid, "Please let the driver take me away, please."

Olivia ducked into the car like she was running away, the moment the door closed she felt like she could breathe freely again, she shrunk herself completely inside the man's wide jacket, like another nest.

"May I ask where you would like to get out of the car?" Mr. Driver showed no gossip; he wanted to take care of a routine matter.

She didn't want to reveal her address; she would inevitably be wary when something like this happened. She gave the name of a commercial street two blocks away from her apartment.

"Stop at Whyte Street, please."

Soon the car reached its destination. After watching the car leave, she looked a little nervous and walked into a drugstore.