One Night Stand With My Mother's Fiance

"No, I am not listening." "Miriam!" Her mother stepped forward, but she stepped backwards. "No, Mom. You can't just walk in here and tell me you're getting remarried. It's not even up to 2 years since Dad passed away." Miriam shot. "Miriam—" "I'm beginning to even think that you have been cheating on Dad before his passing," Miriam cut her off. "Miriam!" "What?" Miriam snapped back. "Am I wrong?" "You and I know very well that you are very wrong," Her mother replied. "You know why I'm doing this, Mimi." "Mom, there are other ways to save the company," Miriam said, her voice almost pleading. "Really? Enlighten me, I'd love to know." her mother replied. Miriam sighed, focusing on the toast she was making. Her mother stepped forward. "It's the only way, Mimi," she said, her tone soft. "If you knew that you would result to this in the end then you shouldn't have sold the house and the car." Miriam said. "Because I thought the problem would be solved with just that." Her mother replied. "Besides I didn't start the selling, your father did. He sold the other house and the other cars." "But he didn't sell our 'only' house, and 'only' car," Miriam shot back, putting fresh toast in the machine. "Okay, fine!" Her mother raised her hands in surrender. "So you'll be meeting him tomorrow evening, we'll have dinner with him. Get prepared," she said. "I didn't agree to this," Miriam replied bluntly. Her mother's shoulders slumped. "Miriam?" She sulked. The toast machine rang, popping out the toasted bread. Miriam reached for it, carefully placing the toasted bread in a plate. "And who the hell eats toasts for dinner?" Her mother said. "Me," Miriam answered flatly, pouring herself a glass of juice. "Want some?" "No, thank you," Her mother replied, shaking her head. Miriam faced her meal, eating in silence as her mother walked away. Miriam chewed slowly, but she couldn’t taste anything. The toast was warm, the juice sweet, but everything felt empty. Her mother’s words kept replaying in her head. "You’ll be meeting him tomorrow evening." Her jaw tightened. She swallowed hard, placing the glass down a little louder than necessary. The quiet house suddenly felt suffocating—too small, too heavy, too filled with memories she didn’t want to sit with tonight. Marriage... another man in her father’s place. Another stranger walking through their home like he belonged. "I can’t do this," she muttered under her breath. She pushed the plate away, appetite gone halfway through. For a moment, she just sat there, staring at nothing, her fingers tapping restlessly against the table. Then, abruptly, she stood. If she stayed here any longer, she’d lose her mind. Without bothering to clear the table, she grabbed her phone and headed to her room. The silence followed her, clinging to her skin, irritating her more with every step. She needed noise, she needed distraction, she needed anything that didn’t involve thinking. Her wardrobe doors swung open. For a second, she hesitated then her lips curled slightly, something reckless flickering in her eyes. "Fine," she whispered. "If everything’s already going to hell…" Her fingers skimmed past her usual outfits before stopping on something she hadn’t worn in a while. Something bold. Something that screamed don’t mess with me. She pulled it out, a fitted outfit that hugged her figure in all the right places. Not something she’d wear to impress anyone but something that made her feel in control, untouchable. She changed quickly, slipping into it like armor. Standing in front of the mirror, she studied her reflection. She didn't look like the grieving daughter or the responsible one, not the girl being dragged into family problems she didn’t create. Tonight she just wanted to be Miriam. Free, careless, and unreachable. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting it fall effortlessly, then grabbed her bag and phone. A notification blinked from her friends’ group chat. "Club tonight?" Miriam smirked, and without a second thought, she typed back: "I’m in." And just like that, she walked out, leaving the silence, the memories, and tomorrow’s problems behind her. The empty street loomed before her discouragingly. "Great. Now I have to wait for a taxi or walk my way down there. Thanks for the selling the car, Mom." Waiting for an extra twenty minutes and almost giving up on clubbing tonight, a taxi finally drove pass. Miriam hailed it down quickly and went in. "Sin Sweet Club, please," she instructed. "That's 20 bucks," the driver. "Yeah, just drive," Miriam replied. The driver nodded and pulled into the road, the engine humming softly as the city lights stretched endlessly ahead. Miriam leaned back against the seat, her arms folded as she stared out the window. Buildings blurred past, their lights flickering like distant stars. The farther they moved from home, the lighter her chest felt, but not entirely. Her mind still wandered. "Meeting him tomorrow…" Her jaw clenched. She shook her head sharply, as if she could physically throw the thought away. "Music?" the driver asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "Yeah. Anything loud," she replied. Within seconds, the car filled with upbeat music, the bass low but steady. Miriam let it sink into her bones, her fingers tapping lightly against her thigh. By the time they turned into the street leading to the club, the atmosphere had already changed. Neon lights splashed across the road. Cars lined up. People laughed, shouted, stumbled, lived. The glowing sign came into view—Sin Sweet Club, and the taxi came to a stop. Miriam paid quickly and stepped out, the cool night air brushing against her skin, carrying the distant thump of music. She paused for a second, taking it all in. This was what she needed. Without looking back, she walked toward the entrance. The moment she stepped inside, the world exploded. Lights flashed in wild colors, bodies moved in rhythm, music pounded so loudly it drowned out every lingering thought in her head. Perfect. "MIRIAM!" A familiar scream cut through the chaos. She turned just in time to be engulfed in a tight hug. "Finally!" one of her friends squealed, pulling back to look at her. "We thought you ghosted us!" "Not tonight," Miriam smirked. Another friend circled her, eyes scanning her outfit. "Damn, Mimi… who are you trying to kill tonight?" Miriam chuckled lightly. "No one. I just felt like looking good." "Liar," they teased, dragging her toward their table. The group had already claimed a spot close enough to the dance floor to feel the energy, but far enough to actually breathe. Glasses clinked, music roared, everything felt alive. "First round’s on you for being late," one of them said, sliding a menu toward her. "Deal," Miriam replied without hesitation. Within minutes, drinks arrived. "Alright," her friend raised her glass. "To bad decisions and worse consequences!" They all laughed. Miriam hesitated for just a second then lifted her glass too. "To forgetting everything," she added quietly, and they clinked glasses. The first sip burned down her throat, sharp and intoxicating. She winced slightly, then laughed, the sound coming easier this time. "Again!" someone shouted. The music got louder, and the second drink came faster. Soon, Miriam found herself with four bottles of drinks down, and she was ordering for another. "One more bottle here, please." "Yeah, me too!" One of her friends added. "I need to get something off my head." "You know what my plan has been lately?" Another of her friends spoke and the others shook their heads. "Hooking up with a billionaire," she answered. Miriam laughed. "Hooking up with a billionaire?" She laughed again. "You couldn't even hook up a nerd, how will you hook up a billionaire?" "And you, what can you do?" Her friend shot back. "Hooking up with the next man that walks into this place."