Mr One night stand is my new Boss

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the pulsating beat of the music echoing around the smell of intoxication that filled the air. The bodies on the dance floor moved in unison. Smoke from the fog machine filled the room, giving the space a hazy appearance. Flashing lights illuminated flashes of red, blue, and purple lights. And bartenders pouring shots. In the midst of it all, I perched on a bar stool, nursing probably my fifth half-empty cocktail while lost in my world, and scanning the room as if searching for something elusive. "Is this seat taken?” I heard a deep masculine voice say, almost too close to me for comfort. But I honestly didn’t mind the closeness; maybe it was the alcohol in me acting up, but I was here for it all. “What if it is?” I replied, almost sounding playful. As though I was flirting with the really gorgeous man in front of me. “Well, that would be a shame, because it would hinder me from helping you finish the drink in your hand,” he said, giving me the most knee-wrecking smirk. “Since you can’t seem to finish it” he winked at me. He was definitely flirting back! Oh my gosh! This gorgeous man is flirting back with me!! Short of words to reply to his statement, I simply blushed and looked away. He was way finer than my ex-boyfriend Thomas, who wrecked my heart after 8 years! Thomas had that cute boy next door look has melted my heart for 8 good years. But this man right here could pass off as a Greek god. Unlike my Thomas, this man in front of me is a tall glass of morning goodness, with his piercing blue eyes that were filled with so much depth and mystery. His aura screamed confidence. He was the perfect definition of a Greek god, with his chiseled jaw and perfect facial features. His hair seemed to be dark sandy blond, expertly styled to perfection, and his scruff provided just the right touch of rugged masculinity. His style was impeccable, with his tailored suit and shirt perfectly fitted to show off his broad chest and defined abs. “Whiskey” He nudged the bartender, and of course, the bartender obliged and set down a glass of whiskey in front of him. “Can I get you another drink?” He directed his gaze at me. “Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr....?" I trailed off, realizing I didn’t even know his name. “Are you trying to get my name?” He smirked at me again, piercing through me with his blue eyes. “Nope,’’ I reached for his drink and took it from his palm, not breaking eye contact. “I don’t want to know your name Mr hot shot,” I said as I downed his drink. I noticed his look shift from shock to amusement. And I could feel the electricity as my hand brushed his hand, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was get lost in the chaos. “So you think I’m hot uhh?” He smirked I merely shrugged and looked away, trying to prevent him from seeing how hard I was blushing. “Alright Alright. No pressure” he surrendered raising his hands in the air, a soft smile not leaving his lips “But circling back, you said you don’t want to know my name, So, what if I want to know yours?” he asked. “Well, you can call me...” I got up from my seat and stood directly in front of him. Trailing my fingers around his collar, I whispered in his ear, “Bentley. You can call me Bentley.” “Bentley?” He chuckled. “Yes, Bentley.” I laughed almost like I was trying to flirt with him, which honestly wasn’t my intention. “Well I’d have you know, I’m a big fan of Bentley’s” he whispered back to my ears with a smirk plastered on his face and that made me shiver. The conversation between us kept flowing, and so did the drinks. I knew I was under the influence of alcohol. But I wasn’t acting drunk; my composure came as a surprise to me. I was very far from having slurred words; instead, I was letting out light laughter in a playful tone. My demeanor was screaming confidence and boldness. The next thing I knew, I was making bold statements like “Let’s leave this place.” “Let’s head over to somewhere else.” And with our eyes locked, the rest was history. **** As the rays of morning light filtered the room through the curtains. There was a cast of a warm glow in the unfamiliar room, The sleep in my eyes was instantly gone. Feeling disoriented for a moment, I realized I could not quite recognize where I was. Last night was a whirlwind of desire. I faintly remember how things seemed to have escalated in the bar last night. The chemistry between us was undeniable. Conversation had been unnecessary, as our bodies spoke a language of their own, with an irresistible pull that neither of us could resist. Which had now led me to have a one-night stand with a stranger, someone I knew nothing about. I couldn’t brush off the pang of regret that started steering within me. My emotion was a mix of anger and anxiety. “This isn’t me. This isn’t me,“ I muttered to myself. Pulling the covers tightly to my body. My eyes scanned the room, and I realized I was alone here. My mind wondered where the guy from last night was. Did he leave me here all alone? How would I find my way out of here? Where is this place? Has my mind raced around so many questions? I decided to get up and search for my things. I needed to order a ride first. I noticed my purse on the chest beside the door and pulled the covers against my body as I slid out of bed and hurried to get my purse. “17 missed calls?” Of course, Emily would have been worried sick; I didn’t inform her when I was leaving the bar yesterday. Letting out a sigh, I decided I would explain to her when I got home as opposed to calling her right now. As soon as I saw that my ride would be here in 15 minutes, I decided to pick up my clothes scattered all around the room. Descending the spiral staircase that screamed nothing but luxury, I noticed the penthouse was tastefully decorated and bathed in class and sophistication with a masculine touch. While taking in the details of the house into notice, my heart still felt heavy and filled with anxiety. I cannot let him meet me here. It was a good thing that I didn’t meet him in the room when I woke up, and I am not trying to stick around for him to get back. It was a one-night stand and nothing more. I had my life to focus on and other heart-wrenching issues to deal with, which was the reason I went to the bar to drink my worries away.