BRITTANY'S POV

No fucking way, Brittany! You couldn't just walk off with a stranger.

But I wasn't thinking straight, I didn't know if it was Margie's words earlier or if it was the alcohol.

Or maybe I just wanted to make my mom squirm wherever she was.

And besides…if I was doing firsts, a one night stand wasn't so crazy. I was in the club, I was drunk, I sexy danced with a stranger.

Sex wasn't so bad. I nodded as I stared up at the hot stranger, giving my approval.

However, as we left the club, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell I was getting into.

But I couldn't have said no even if I wanted to. There was something so irresistible about this man and I wanted to follow him anywhere.

If he turned out to be a serial killer, at least I wouldn't die a virgin.

The drive to the hotel was blurry. My brain seemed to have stopped working and before I knew it we were in a hotel room and things were getting pretty heated.

Thankfully, he had preferred the lights off. I would have felt embarrassed, and I still had restraints.

Restraints that melted away the moment his hands were on me again.

His kisses drove me wild. He pulled me flush against him until there was no space between the two of us.

My hands dug into his hair as I clung to him, my breathing coming in fast gasps. His hands moved to unzip my dress and I stepped out of them.

And then my bra followed. His hands kneaded my boobs, massaging them, as I let out slutty moans and held on to him.

When his lips closed over my nipple, I could feel his hot breath on my skin. He lapped my nipple with his tongue, and I almost came undone right there.

I had never felt anything like that or had anyone suck my breasts like I was food he couldn't get enough of.

One of his hands moved down to my panties, he pulled them aside and slipped two fingers into me.

My legs started to tremble as he pumped his fingers in and out of me even as he sucked my boobs.

“Oh god… I moaned. How did I feel so good already? He wasn't even in me yet and I…I felt like I was going to explode from the pleasure.

I opened my eyes to stare up at him and realized he had gotten rid of his clothes at some point.

I really wasn't thinking too clearly anymore was I?

He pulled his fingers out all of a sudden and I let out a disappointed moan.

“You like my fingers in you?” He sneered.

I nodded, “god, yes.” I cried.

He started to push me against the bed in a sitting position as he got on his knees in front of me.

He maintained eye contact with me, as he spread my legs wider.

“Later. I want to taste you.” He said, licking his lips. Damn, he was so yummy.

I could barely see him but his voice, heck…his voice was enough to make any woman beg him to fuck her.

And I was on the edge of doing just that. I had never been eaten out before. What would it feel like?

I had barely articulated the thought when I felt his tongue on my clit.

I bucked once, twice as his tongue slipped inside me.

“Fuck.” I grabbed the sheets as he ran his tongue over my clit and inside and then his teeth came in and he was sucking and biting and god, was I in heaven?

Why was I thrashing? Oh, what was happening? My hips bucked again, as I remembered.

Why hadn't I done this since? Who knew having someone down there could feel so good?

My hands were buried in his hair and I feared I would scar him with how hard I was digging my fingers in.

When he came up and kissed me, I could taste myself in his mouth and it didn't feel weird at all.

He tasted good and I could barely get enough. And then he thrust into me and I saw stars.

“Fuck. Fuck. This feels…so…good.” I cried as I clung to him, holding on for my dear life.

The world started to spin and I was tumbling over the edge as he thrust into me over and over again.

The sound of skin against skin filling the room, my moans and his satisfied grunts mixing with the sound to create a weird but pleasing tempo and I wanted to stay there forever.

It was the best night of my life but when I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the hotel room and Mr stranger had disappeared after riding me to the moon several times the night before.

As I gathered my clothes, I knew I would never forget this night.

How could I forget how he drove me crazy with his fingers and tongue? The way his body had fit so perfectly against mine and how his voice made me go crazy with desire?

I wanted to see him again. Who was he? Why did he leave like that? Did he not enjoy the night as much as I did?

The thought was too depressing and I tried to push all thoughts of him out of my mind as I slipped into my dress.

No more clubbing for me. Margie would have to deal with that. And certainly no more one night stands.

I quickly got into my clothes and looked around for my handbag and phone.

Several missed calls from Margie. I groaned and held a hand up to my head.

Ugh, I had totally forgotten about the drinks last night. Thankfully, the hangover wasn't as brutal as I expected.

Margie was so going to get it from me. After waiting ten minutes, the uber I booked finally pulled up and I got in.

And I couldn't help thinking about the hot stranger I spent the night with. Would I ever see him again?

BRITTANY'S POV

Immediately Margie opened the door to let me in, she jumped on me and tackled me to the ground.

"Argh!" I yelled as I hit the ground with a thud, she got on top of me and pinned me down.

"Get off me you psychotic bitch." I yelled.

She hissed but she didn't budge. Not even a little.

"Where the hell have you been? Didn't you see my calls? I was beginning to feel guilty for dragging you to the club with me." She yelled.

I scoffed, "Yeah, you should be!" I scolded her, "Now, get off me!"

"Not a chance. Start talking or you're never getting off this floor! What the hell happened? I was starting to think you got kidnapped or something."

I struggled against her but I was tired, I had a slight hangover and well...Margie was stronger than me.

That sucked. I gave up after trying without success to get her off me.

"Well, I had the most insane night. My mom is going to die again in her grave if she heard."

Margie gasped and that was enough to get her off me. She sprang to her feet and sat on the bed, her eyes wide and fixed on me, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Oh my God! Did you finally get laid, Brit!"

I groaned as I got to my feet and took off my shoes and flung them aside and then I got out of my clothes.

Before I could talk again, her eyes latched onto somewhere around my neck and she ran towards me, her eyes twinkling.

"Ugh, hold that thought bitch. I see the evidence right here. That's some big ass hickey! Tell me you got his number!" She yelled as her breath fanned my neck.

I scoffed and pushed her away, my cheeks burning. I scrambled to the mirror and I gasped when I saw several hickeys sitting pretty on my neck.

Damn, was he some kind of animal? Or did he just have a thing for hickeys?

Maybe it was a mark thing for him...like, hey you're mine now. The thought made me smile as I recalled how hard his hands gripped me and how good he had felt.

Margie squealed and a pillow hit the back of my head.

"Girl, it must have been some fuck if you're standing there looking all...giddy! Bitch, give me deets already." She whined.

I turned to her and threw the pillow back at her with a laugh.

"Fuck off, Margie. I'll have a bath first." I told her and I paid her no attention as I walked into the bathroom and she rambled on.

I told her everything as soon as I was done taking a shower and putting on my clothes.

Thankfully I didn't have to work until later today.

"So you don't even know who he is!" She exclaimed in an alarmed voice.

I shrugged.

"Maybe your virgin pussy turned him off." She said thoughtfully.

I snickered and hit her with a pillow.

"You're a bitch. Whatever. Maybe it's a good thing. What would he think of me? That I went around fucking strangers in clubs?"

Margie rolled her eyes.

"Don't be a prude, Brit. You finally got laid. Don't say I didn't do anything for you."

I gave her a look. Really?

"Anyway...Bryan is getting married." She announced.

My mood soured the moment I heard that name.

Bryan. My stupid ex. The one who cheated on me on our anniversary. I was going to surprise him by finally giving him my virginity, only to find his face buried in his secretary's pussy.

It was the last straw. I left New York without looking back. He was the only reason I stayed so long.

My aunt didn't like me and my parents have been dead for a long time.

After that, I concluded no guy deserved getting my virginity, and Margie had spent every day since then trying to convince me otherwise.

Guess she finally succeeded. I had a freaking one night stand. But it was better it had been some stranger than Bryan.

It hasn't even been up to a year yet. The stupid bastard.

"Why would you mention that loser's name? Ugh. I hope he burns with his new bride or something." I murmured.

She grinned mischievously.

"I was thinking you should go! Show up looking sexy. Let him know what he missed. Who knows? You could find some other hottie."

Oh oh. God no. Once Margie got any kind of idea in her head, you couldn't convince her it was a bad idea.

I wasn't going to be getting out of this. No matter what I said, she would drag me to that party.

I collapsed on my bed, "Fine, whatever Margie."

She gasped and jumped on top of me.

"Hey!" I yelled and pushed her off me and she stared doubtfully at me as she lay beside me, while laying on her side, one elbow propped under her head.

"Really?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's not like you're going to give me a choice." I murmured.

"No, I totally wouldn't bug you if you said you didn't want to go." She said,

I turned to her with a surprised look.

"Really?" I asked. She grinned.

"No." I groaned and hit her with a pillow. "You're such an ass."

But as Bryan's wedding got closer, I started to buy in more to Margie's idea, especially after I thought about all the energy I wasted on our relationship and the sacrifices.

Sorry to whoever Bryan's new wife was, but we were so crashing that party.

Margie – the bitch – didn't mention Bryan was getting married in New York until the last minute.

Well, it made sense since that was where Bryan's company was but I never would have agreed if it meant going back to the city where I had so many bad memories.

And it turned out to be worse than I thought. New York was about to get a whole lot darker for me.

BRITTANY'S POV

Bryan's wedding reception took place at the Bowery Hotel Ballroom and I was reminded of how rich Bryan had been.

That should have been enough to clue me in, right? But I was young, stupid and hopelessly naive when I met Bryan.

Why would I ever think a multimillionaire CEO would want a plain boring girl with parent issues?

And I thought I could last as his girlfriend without having sex with him?

But he had led me to believe that he was fine with it after I explained how much my mom's cautions still echoed in my head.

He said he would wait until I was okay, until I was able to forget my mom's voice telling me I would burn in hell for sleeping with men I wasn't married to.

“Get your head out of the gutter, girl!” Margie whispered beside me, and nudged me pulling me out of my head.

I smiled at her, a grateful smile. I didn't like thinking of my mother…

How she preached tirelessly, read the Bible to me but she didn't mind starving me or beating hell out of me when she thought I did something wrong.

I pushed all those thoughts away and walked into the hall with Margie.

“Girl, I forgot how loaded Bryan is, too bad he's an asshole.” Margie sneered and I laughed.

A waiter walked by us carrying a tray filled with glasses of champagne and Brittany snatched up two and handed one to me.

Of course the waiter didn't notice and I giggled as I took the glass from her hand and took a sip.

“Hmm” we moaned at the same time and giggled.

“Expensive stuff.” She commented. I looked around the hall, noting how there were mostly other CEO’s, models and influencers in the party.

The guest list looked pretty high profile but we managed to sneak in.

There wasn't much security and Margie somehow presented a fake invitation for both of us and mentioned something about a hacker guy she used to fuck and was still in touch with.

I had to admit, I was nervous. Would Bryan kick us out when he saw me? I mean, we were literally gate crashing his party.

But Margie said it was okay to tell his wife who I was if he tried to do that.

Cruel, but then Brittany called the shots here.

We walked around, talking and whispering trying not to blow our covers while Margie looked for a rich guy to flirt with or someone hot enough for me to hook up with.

An hour later, I was slightly tipsy and Margie was nowhere to be found and I hadn't seen Bryan either.

Wasn't it his own party? Why wasn't he here?

As I nursed another glass of champagne, someone walked up to the stage and announced the couple's entrance.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched Bryan and his wife get ushered into the hall through a side entrance.

No one would have noticed them coming in if it hadn't been for the announcement.

The glow from the chandeliers fell on them as they came up to the stage and applause erupted in the hall.

My heart twisted bitterly as Bryan's voice came through the speakers and he apologized for being late.

His wife looked dazzling, beautiful. Oh God, she wasn't just beautiful, she was sexy. She was obviously a model.

The dress she was wearing would buy out my entire wardrobe and several more.

And here I was standing here trying to fit in a cheap tacky dress. I never stood a chance.

She was the kind of woman Bryan was into. At that moment, I realized I wasn't completely over Bryan.

I turned away from the stage and asked someone for the restroom, then slipped quietly out of the hall.

I stumbled out of the hall and into the lobby, with no idea where I was going. I just wanted to be as far away from there as possible.

What the hell was I thinking? Why had I allowed Margie to drag me to this party?

And she wasn't even here…

I wasn't looking where I was going at all and the next thing I was bumping into a wall.

I stumbled backwards with a gasp and looked up.

Those eyes…could it be? No way…what were the odds of bumping into the man I lost my virginity to at a hotel in New York?

His eyes were pinned on me, taking my breath away.

Suddenly, someone walked up to me and grabbed my hand.

I turned to see a man in tattoos, looking like a gangster sneering down at me.

“How dare you bump into the boss like that? Are you a fucking spy?” He yelled.

I gasped and tried to pry myself out of his grasp.

“Leave her alone, Diego.” My hot stranger ordered. Diego reluctantly let go of me and stepped away.

“Leave.” He ordered, his eyes still on me. Diego stared between us, his eyes flashing with anger before he reluctantly left.

We stood there staring at each other, my heart beating rapidly. It was him, alright.

It was the same voice that sent heat coursing between my legs.

Seeing him more clearly now and I was finding it difficult to breathe. His stormy grey eyes were filled with something dark and possessive.

His hair was dark, his face sculpted, and tattoos covered his neck, he was jacked. His muscles bulged in the black shirt he wore.

Like they were struggling to breathe as the shirt clung to his torso like a greedy lover.

My knees suddenly grew weak and my pussy throbbed. The way his eyes darkened, I knew he knew exactly what was going on inside me.

The next minute, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands on either side of my head.

“It's you.” He growled. A shiver ran down my spine and I took in a ragged breath.

“You…must have me mistaken for someone else.” I squeaked.

He chuckled, and leaned down to whisper in my ears.

“I've never fucked anyone that felt like you, I'm definitely not mistaken.”

And just like that, common sense left me and I leaned forward and slammed my lips against his.