One-Night With My Bestfriend's Brother (BFB)

Chapter 2: One-Night With A Stranger

(Jae-min's POV)

I stretched out my hand to the other side of the bed, half-asleep, half-hoping to pull her back into my arms. But there was no one there. My eyes shot open and all I could see was white sheets but no body. There was just a hollow dip in the mattress where she used to be.

I sat up, my heart was pounding. My head throbbed like I hit it somewhere. Blinking against the morning light, I took in the messy room. My shirt and trouser scattered on the floor. A shoe near the door, my jacket over the chair. But nothing of hers in sight. She was gone.

"What the hell..."

I stumbled out of bed, bare feet hitting the hardwood as I staggered toward the bathroom. Splashed cold water on my face, stared into the mirror.

What the hell did I do?

She kissed me first. I remember that. But I didn’t stop her. Didn’t even try.

We were both drunk, but she was... bold. Hands in my hair... On my chest. We didn’t just sleep together, we burned the bed down.

It was a blur of moans and shadows and skin. The kind of night that leaves marks you can’t wash off.

I walked back into the bedroom and froze, staring at the wall. THE GOD D*MN WALL.

Her back hit it first. Her legs wrapped around me before I even processed what was happening. Her hands gripped my shoulders like I was oxygen and she was drowning. She kissed like she hated me, bit my lip, pulled my hair.

We started tearing our clothes off. I could feel every inch of her body, so soft and.....

"WTF." I put a hand over my head, in disbelief.

She suddenly stopped, looked me in the eye as she dropped to her knees. I blinked hard. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, gripping my hair.

Her hands were on my thighs. Her tongue was...

I stood abruptly and walked to the minibar, grabbing a bottle of sparkling water, chugging half of it, and pacing like a criminal.

I remembered her looking up at me as she did it. That little smile like she knew exactly what she was doing. Like she was in control the whole time. The way her lips wrapped around me, soft, warm, her mouth—

“No, nope, nope.” I shook my head and sat back down, slamming the water on the table. “That didn’t happen.”

Except it did.

Every goddamn second of it. She was a freak. A demon in bed. A girl I barely knew, without warning had taken my entire soul and swallowed it. Literally.

And it wasn’t just what she did. It was how. I didn’t even feel her teeth. Not once. It was like her mouth was custom-built for sin. Her moans when she climbed on top. How her hips moved. How she whispered in my ears.

I dropped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She was definitely a freak. I am a freak but I never, not even once met anyone who matched my freaky.

I groaned and covered my face again. “God help me.” I took the cover clothe and took in the hint of her perfume, what she smelt like...but that's when I saw it.

A small patch of red stain on the sheet. I stared at it for a full minute, blinking like the truth might change if I looked away.

"Sh*t."

She was a virgin and took that precious thing from her. I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know.

I ran a hand through my hair, sat heavily on the bed. She didn’t act like one. God, she didn’t move like one.

How the hell did a virgin know how to do all that nasty sh*t? I rubbed my jaw, more flashes slamming into me like a freight train.

The way she climbed onto me like she owned me.

The way she moaned my name like it hurt.

The way she kissed me, desperate, angry, like I was the only thing keeping her from drowning.

Her tongue. Her lips. The way she smiled...it kept repeating in my head.

I chugged down more water angrily like it offended me.

Who was she?

I glanced around the room, hoping, praying she left something. A clue. A note. Anything.

And then I sighted a name tag near the chair. I quickly stood up and picked it up.

Kimberly Lee. Part-time waitress. Red Oak Café.

I held the card like it was a goddamn treasure map. I was determined to find her. I got dressed fast, grabbed my keys, and headed straight for the café.

It took an hour plus to get there. Red Oak Café was in the university district small, cozy, popular with students.

I stepped inside, my eyes scanning every face but there was no Kimberly.

I walked to the counter. A girl in braids greeted me.

"Hey. Welcome to Red Oak. You dining in or—"

"I’m looking for someone. Kimberly. Kimberly Lee. She works here."

The girl blinked. “Oh. Kim?”

I finally felt relieved.

“She used to work here,” she added.

I blinked, trying to process what I didn't want to accept. “Used to?”

“Yeah. She quit three days ago."

"Do you know why?" I was desperate.

"No, she didn't say."

"Is it possible to get her contact." I pleaded. but I already knew what kind of response I would get. "No sir, it's against our policies to give out our employee's private information to strangers." So like that, Kimberly was gone. She really disappeared.

I nodded stiffly. “Thanks.”

Outside, I leaned on my car, gripping the roof. I barely knew her. But she’d left a dent in my brain I couldn’t ignore.

Why did she suddenly leave? Who hurt her before she found me? And why the hell did I care so much?

I pulled out the ID card again. Kimberly Lee. Her picture was grainy, her forced smile and neatly packed hair. But her eyes they stayed with me.

I don’t chase women. I’ve never had to. But this one? She cast a spell on me

And I didn’t even know where to start. I stared the road, seeing students and young people all over the place. I made up my mind to start here. I decided to come to the cafe frequently, stay by the glass to hopefully find her passing by someday.