One Night Stand With My Future Husband

Chapter 2

As she made her way down the dimly lit corridor, she glanced back and realized the room was tucked away in an unnoticed corner. Then she uttered, “A man. Not bad. At least you will not be so lonely tonight, Callie.” She let out a giggle as she continued to ecstatically walk to Callie’s suite in hopes of finding Christ there.

In the lavishly furnished suite, the intoxicated Callie sprawled across the luxurious king-sized bed, shifting positions in search of solace. Afflicted by an inability to succumb to slumber, she delicately parted her eyelids and cast her gaze downwards at her feet. She lifted herself and unlaced her silver high-heel sandals. She allowed her stilettos to descend onto the floor and attempted to recline once again.

When she was trying to get comfortable, she sprang up at the sound of the’s deep voice. “Get out!” The man shouted. Callie squinted her eyes intently as she stared at the man. She stood upright from the bed and teetered while approaching the man.

As she stepped closer, she spoke, “can I get some water? I don’t feel so well.” Her voice fainted in the air as she stood inches away from the tall man. She lifted her gaze and made eye contact with the man. She became lost in the depths of his mesmerizing green eyes. She took one more step, then clasped her arms around his neck.

Right after she clung to him, the captivating aroma of her perfume ensnared him. The enchanting scent lingered in the cramped space between them. With each breath of the enticing aroma, his fascination with the woman in front of him deepened.

“Who sent you here?” the man asked in his husky voice.

“Sent me here?” She asked in a croaky. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t know why you are in my room. I just want a glass of water.”

“Who sent you?” He repeated.

Callie placed her hand against the back of his neck and slowly rode her hand up. She ran her fingers through his wet hair. She pressed herself against his body, standing on her tippy toes while leaning closer to his ear.

“This is my room,” she whispered. “now, get out before I call security.”

The man grasped her wrists and pushed her down to the floor. She fell to the ground and looked up at the man. “I don’t have time for your games. Get out!”

His harsh tone made her flinch. She looked around the suite but was dumbfounded when she could not find any of her belongings. “Who are you?” Asked the man.

Callie looked back at him and uttered, “who are you?”

The man let out a sigh. “My patience is growing thin.”

Again, Callie's dizziness returned. She forced her eyes shut while placing her hands on her head, trying to rub her aching temples. "Could you please get me a cup of water?"

The man walked over to the table and picked up a glass and poured some water in the glass. Callie slowly stood up and walked over to the bed. She took a seat as the man walked over to her. He placed the glass of water in front of her and, right when she was about to grab the glass, he pulled back the glass.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

Ignoring his question, Callie grabbed the glass of water from his hand and took a sip. Once she finished drinking the last drop of water in the glass, she responded, "who I am is none of your business." She smirked as she watched the man's irritated expression. She then placed the empty glass on the nightstand next to her.

Trying to keep his composure, the man took a deep breath and spoke, "how much do you want?"

"Want what?"

"How much money do you want to get the f**k out of my room?"

As the drug Christ placed in her drink began to take effect, Callie looked at the handsome man in front of her. She bit her bottom lip, watching his lips move, unable to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth.

She shook her head, trying to get back from her thoughts. She gave the man an ugly stare and uttered, "I am not feeling well. What the f**k did you put in that water?"

The man raised his eyebrow. Since this was the first time anyone had been daring enough to talk to him like that, he did not know how to react. But one thing was for sure: his interest in the daring woman in front of him had grown.

The man coldly looked at her, making her shiver. She gave him another death stare, refusing to be intimidated by the man in front of her. She stood up from the bed and stepped closer to the man. She pinched his sharp jaw. The man harshly grabbed her wrist, trying to make her remove her hand, but she would not oblige.

Due to her occupation, Callie was used to having men look down on her until she showed them the power she holds. "Get the f**k out of my room," Callie spoke in her autocratic voice.

The man pulled her away as he smirked. "Who is this woman?" He wondered.

Callie turned and pulled her wrist until she freed herself from his grasp. As soon as she was free, she lost her balance and was about to fall to the floor, but she grabbed onto the man. By doing so, she accidentally tugged on the man's towel.

She stared at the man's muscular body as she bit her bottom lip. Normally she would not feel this way, but since the drug Christ placed in her drink was highly effective, her thoughts and her actions were completely corrupted.

The man smirked and picked up his towel. He wrapped the towel around his lower body once again before looking back at the bold woman in front of him.

She licked her lips and stepped closer to him.

Since Callie was not sober, she could only think about the mysterious man in front of her, and how much she desired him. Her gaze traveled up from his abdomen to his lips. She looked into his eyes for a second before staring back at his lips.

The man placed his finger under her chin and lifted her gaze, making her look back at his eyes. With his thumb, he trailed her cherry lip as she let out a deep breath.

Her temperature rose, her pupils dilated, and her desire for the man in front of her intensified because of the drug Christ had dropped in her drink. Her arousal grew uncontrollably. At this point, she had lost the ability to control her breathing.

"Help me," she let out between pants. Her cheeks blushed more than usual. Her body temperature continued, driving her mad. She instantly placed her hands on her back and grasped the strings from her corset. She tugged on the stings before slowly undoing her corset. She slipped the straps of the dress off her shoulder, letting the dress fall to the floor.

Her heart pounded rapidly as the feeling for desire became indescribable. The man gazed upon her body, completely admiring the view. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down against the bed. He leaned closer to her, placing his knee in between her thighs. He brushed his lips against hers and whispered, "do you want me to help you?"

Callie let out a deep breath and slowly nodded. Unable to hold back any longer, the man uttered, "don't worry, I will take good care of you." He passionately kissed her soft lips. She let out a moan through the kiss as she placed her hands around his neck.