Found True Love After a One Night Stand

The Cute Stranger

My heart twitched in pain, the blood which ran through my veins was boiling hot. I wanted to screech out in anguish and at the same time hold my heart from falling.

“Oh my goodness. Jayson, what’s going on here?” I whispered as my voice lost its strength.

Jayson whom I thought would be remorseful or at least surprised was angry that I bashed into their high s****l fantasy. He was still wrapped under the duvet, but got down from her body when he heard my voice behind them. He looked undaunted as he flared up saying.

“Why did you intrude on our privacy, Karen? What the heck is wrong with you?”

My lips parted ways in shock, watching his stern eyes and audacious look.

“Are you aware that I'm your legally married wife?” I replied.

“And what should I do about that?” His voice resounded with anger. “Can't I be with who I want to be with?” He raged.

“No, you can't Jayson!” I snapped

Jasmine, his secretary mopped at us, fear gripping her as she held tightly onto the duvet.

“You can't do this to me, Jayson”, my voice became shaky as I held myself from tearing.

“Yes I can and I will do whatever I want. So you'd better learn to get comfortable with it!” he bellowed and cuddled her, mumbling in hush tones in her face.

With his hands smooching on her red cheeks, he turned her gaze away from my direction and planted a kiss on her lips. He knew I still stood there but didn't care.

“You should probably leave now,” Jasmine said after meeting my eyes while I watched them. Jayson didn't say a word but raised the duvet to cover their waistline and resumed pecking Jasmine on her lips.

I couldn't hold it any longer so I walked out of the room fuming in anger. I felt irritated being in the same house when my husband was having fun with someone else. I decided to let them be and go on a stroll and to a hotel possibly, to calm my nerves.

I bit my lips to take my thoughts away from Jayson and Jasmine as I walked out of the house to the street to hail the next cab coming.

I soon found a taxi on the street and hopped in. “Casablanca Hotels”, I muttered when I got in.

“Alright”, he asserted and swerved back into the road. I leaned my head against the soft seat and shut my eyes for a while.

Not long after the ride, the driver hinted that we had arrived at the hotel. I paid him off and walked through the gate of the hotel. After settling in, I had a steam bath and decided to while away some time at the bar section of the hotel, hoping to find something that'll put me out of my misery.

“A glass of vodka with ice cubes in it, please,” I requested after finding an empty seat behind the counter. The music blared loudly from the speakers, some strippers already had the dancefloor, twerking their waist to the loud hip hop music, while the brightly colored neon lights shone beautifully on their oiled bodies.

I took a quick gulp from my glass when the bar man brought my order. I asked for another glass of vodka which I quickly gulped down. It sent a chilly sensation through my brain, melting the pressure clogging my brain. The loud music now made more sense to me, I nodded and stamped my feet to the rhythm of the music.

I took another glass of vodka and this time the painful pangs of Jayson's action cleared off my head, the stripers on the dancefloor looked more appealing and I thought of joining them.

I got up from the armchair, swinging my hands in the air until I felt like a bird in the sky with no worries. I totally forgot about Jayson.

My hands were high up in the air, and I moved in the same rhythm with my waist as I danced to the seductive tune of the music. Minutes later, a tall red haired man took my hands and moved his waistline in the direction of my twerking waist.

“You're such a great dancer,” he chuckled in my ears.

“Oh yeah?” I muttered.

He held me firmly as our waistline moved in synchrony, making our bodies glide against each other in a way that sparked a sensual feeling. Our faces got closer leaving the heat of our breath on us. I knew I had to control the burning feeling mounting up so I bellowed, “That's enough stranger!” before staggering to my room.

“I should help you walk, it seems you could lose your grip,” he said, following behind me.

“I'm fine, stranger,” I snarled and almost missed a step, but he quickly caught and held me from falling whilst leading me on.

He still held onto me as he creaked open the door so we could pass through and helped me to my bed.

“You have cute diamond eyes,” he said, and laid my back on the bed. “And I'm no stranger,” he snorted and turned to leave.

But I caught him by the hand and mumbled in a hush tone. “Then, what is your name, stranger?”

He knelt down beside the bed and buried his face in my ears. I thought he would say his name but he kissed my neck instead. I held him and whispered.

“You should stop now… even though I want to have you inside me.”

“Then you will”, he murmured and unhooked my sleeve, leaving my bra. I sat up straight on the bed to give him a chance to caress my back. His hands moved gently through my neck to my back and waist.

His hands stuck to my waist, caressing them steadily and making my core drip wet.

His eyes were filled with lust as he unzipped my jeans trousers and took them off my legs. My c**t already dripped wetness as I felt his muscular arms cuddling me to warmt. He brought his face closer and sucked on my

lips, then gently pushed me against the bed as our kiss deepened.