Unexpected Love: After Hot Night With My Favorite Actor

"Ah! Faster, darling. I'm going crazy! Jerry, I'm out!" cried Rossie contentedly. "Me too, darling. You're so good, Ros!" said Jerry as he caught his breath. "It's a lovely farewell, darling. It would help if you didn't marry Clara tomorrow. I should have married you," Rossie whimpered. "I'm sorry, darling. It's for the sake of my family. I had to get engaged and marry Clara, so our family's finances would improve quickly," Jerry replied regretfully. Before they knew it, Clara was at the door of Rossie's room—the room where Clara had to watch her future husband making love to Rossie, his half-sister. Clara's tears fell in torrents. She was so shocked to see it all. Moreover, the wedding will happen tomorrow. Clara went back to her room. She had intended to ask Rossie for her opinion on the dress she would wear tomorrow. Clara called her friend Shine and asked her to pick her up now. Clara then invited Shine to the 'London Cocktail Bar & Club'. "Clara, are you crazy? Tomorrow is your wedding day; tonight, you should be sleeping, not going to a bar." "I will cancel my wedding. Come on, please indulge me tonight. I want to have fun, Shine." "Canceled? How come?" "Jerry is having an affair with Rossie. They just finished making love." "Bastard! How dare that guy get you hurt. Fine, I'll come to your house now. Just forget about that damn guy! Let's have fun tonight." Shine and Clara enjoyed the frenetic pace inside the bar they went to. Clara, dominated by her hurt, drank heavily. She was getting drunk. "Shine, I'm going to the toilet first." "Are you sure? You're already drunk, Clara. Let me accompany you." "No need. I can do it. My tolerance for alcohol is excellent. You don't have to worry." "Alright. I'll wait for you here." The drunken Clara tried to find a toilet. She kept walking until she unknowingly entered a room reserved at the bar for VVIPs. Andrew, the handsome, athletic man in the room, turned his gaze toward the door as someone pushed him from outside. Andrew changed his position from lying down to sitting up. Unfortunately, what he found was not his girlfriend Flora but a girl he didn't recognize at all. "Sorry, Miss. I think you've got the wrong room. Please come out!" shooed Andrew, who was busy adjusting his unbuttoned bathrobe. The woman who entered his room looked at him with a wild gaze. "Wrong room? I'm not. You're mistaken, Jerry, honey. You should have come to my room, not Rossie's." "Wake up, Miss. I'm not your boyfriend, Jerry. Please get out of my room, or I'll throw you out violently!" threatened Andrew. Clara seemed deaf. Instead, she sat on Andrew's lap, groping the man's face intimately. One of Clara's hands pulled up the hem of the dress she was wearing, leaving her body exposed, with a matching red undergarment that would mesmerize any man who saw it. "Is my body not attractive, Jerry? Is Rossie sexier in your eyes? Take one more look at my body, darling. I've kept it all this time just for you." Clara said so while removing her dress and leaving the fabric on the floor. Andrew was speechless, his eyes glued to the stranger's body. "Don't be crazy, Miss. Wake up, please. I'm not your lover. I'm someone else. We don't even know each other." Andrew shook Clara's body. He hoped she would realize he wasn't the man she was talking about. "I'm not crazy, Jerry. I seriously want you. Please don't pretend you don't recognize me. Come on, let's enjoy this night, darling. I'll satisfy you. I'll fulfil your request, darling." Without warning, Clara planted a kiss on Andrew's lips. The man was shocked to death. Andrew stood still for a few moments. Clara didn't even care about Andrew's stiff reaction. Slowly, Andrew was affected. He forgot his promise to Flora. The man kissed Clara back, even matching her tempo. They were busy savouring the blades of each other's lips, exchanging saliva, until unconsciously sighing softly. "You came to my room by yourself, Miss. Then don't blame me if I take advantage of your arrival," Andrew whispered in a ragged breath. He really couldn't control his desire anymore. "Let's do it, Miss. I can't take it anymore," Andrew said in a trembling voice. He pulled off the straps of her kimono and removed the cloth, throwing it away somewhere. Andrew didn't seem to care about the consequences of his actions. He needed to remember everything. His only focus was to immediately vent the desire that was no longer unstoppable. Their union happened, and at that moment, Andrew realized one thing: He was the first for her. It surprised him. Based on the woman's behaviour, Andrew had no idea that no one had ever touched her. "Is she a virgin?" he asked himself. Andrew didn't expect such an aggressive woman to be a virgin. He had thought that the woman under his confinement was used to having s*x with just anyone. But he was wrong. When she woke up, Clara felt like her body was sick. It was as if several people had just beaten her at once. She reacted generally at first until she realized she was not alone on the bed. Someone was hugging her. Carefully, Clara looked at the hands of the person hugging her. From the colour of the skin and the nails, she could tell that it wasn't Jerry's hand. Clara then dared to shift her body slowly. She faced the man while closing her eyes. As she slowly opened them, Clara found a familiar face. Clara often watches him on her phone screen. He was one of the fans of the movie 'All About You, played by Andrew. "Andrew? Is he Andrew? My idol Andrew Breadsley? It is wild! I've gone crazy! How can I sleep in the same bed with him? Someone, please bury me now!" Clara cursed silently.