Sydney POV

I shook my head and patted the front of his Jacket. “Hey,” she said softly. “You’re drunk, That’s why you’re propositioning me—”

I didn’t know what else to tell him, that was the only thing I could say to him, he had to be very drunk to be attracted to me sexually.

“It’s true,” He said. His arm—strong and firm—went to my waist and he pulled me against him, close enough that my breasts pushed up against his chest.

“I wanted you and I told you from the beginning but you didn’t want me, I had to ease into it”

I gasped, surprised at the feel of his mouth against mine, I . . hadn’t expected that. And yet, I was filled with the desire for more. The kiss had been way too brief.

His thumb grazed my lower lip, his gaze on my face. “I want you so much I can hardly stand it. It’s not just because you happen to be here and I’m horny. It’s because it’s you here, you are the one pressed up against my chest, and you make my dick hard every time you smile, Will you stay the night with me?”

I gazed up at him, considering. From the way he watched my mouth as l licked my lips, to the way he pulled my body against his, it truly did seem as if He was attracted to me

And really . . . what would it hurt to stay the night with Him? He made it clear that this would be a fling. A one-time thing. 

A gorgeous guy wanted me for just one night of hot sex? No strings attached, no worries, no relationships, no nothing?

How was there possibly a downside to this?

Because I wanted this man, and he wanted me.

What could go wrong with that?

So I bit my lip, leaned forward, and pressed my mouth to his in a silent answer to his question.

kissing him was better than ice cream. Sweet, creamy chocolate ice cream with hot fudge dripping down the sides? Tasty, but not nearly as appealing to my senses as the warm breath of this man kissing me, his tongue slicking against my own in response to my kiss, his mouth opening wider to accept my tongue.

The groan he made when our mouths locked, and the way his hand stole down to my ass and clenched me against him as if she were beautiful and sexy and he wanted me like he wanted no other woman.

And when my mouth parted from his, a small, dreamy sigh escaped me.

I wasn’t sexual but he made me feel that way like he wanted my body and he couldn’t get enough of kissing me.

He made me feel like kissing me was better than breathing.

“Want to go inside?” He murmured and cupped my face with his long fingers.

I almost forgot that we were outside and I shouldn’t be doing this with him, I barely knew this man.

“I shouldn’t,” I answered immediately

“The question wasn’t whether or not you should, but if you wanted to,” he said, and one of his fingers traced my full lips again.

I took that fingertip between my teeth and licked the tip. “More than anything.”

“Then let’s not overthink it. Let’s just feel for a night.”

That sounded kind of wonderful. I nodded and he gave me another quick kiss, then took me by the hand and led me back into the hotel room. He flicked off lights as he went, leading me through the maze of rooms.

And then we were in the opulent bedroom. The walls were a soft warm wood, the drapes a pale cream color. The bed was a sumptuous king with a quilted white headboard and dozens of pillows tossed onto it. It looked like something out of a dream. “This is like no hotel room I’ve ever stayed in before.”

I had to say that, this was far better than any hotel I had ever been in, I hadn’t been in a lot of them.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? You should see the bathroom.” He said still holding me

“Can I?”I asked

He gestured at a door off of the bedroom. “Be my guest.”

I wandered in and gasped at the sight. It was beyond luxury—a rain shower; a sunken, Matted tub; thick, plush carpets—it had everything. I peeked at a door off to one side and laughed to see exercise equipment. “My goodness. This place is bigger than my apartment.”

“Mmm. Then I’m glad you’re here to enjoy it.”

He pulled me against him, pressing my back against his front. 

His arms went around my waist and he nuzzled at my neck, brushing my hair aside and kissing my nape.

I shivered.

So I turned around, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a long, scorching kiss. My tongue played against his, then flicked against his lips. “I’ve seen enough in here. I think we should go back to the bedroom.”I was in control of what was happening, I had to be so I wouldn’t feel bad about what I was doing.

He groaned and gripped my ass in his hands. “I couldn’t agree more.” But he didn’t stop kissing me, Instead, he walked backward in small, slow steps, heading back toward the bedroom. And I giggled against his mouth, still kissing him in return.

Mouths locked the entire time, we staggered back to the bedroom. I accidentally stepped on his foot and he winced. “Sorry,” I breathed.

And that was all it took to ruin the mood.

Jaxton POV

I wasn't one to believe in fairytales or happily ever after. I never considered lobe to fit into my equation. The only way to happiness really was through money. And yet the moment I set my eyes on that vixen as she waltzed across the stage I found myself throwing all caution to the wind and wanting to go down on one knee.

Immediately I sat down comfortably in the club that my assistant made sure he got tickets for me to be at, I saw her peeping through what I consider a dressing room.

It was Friday and I was tired of Paxton thinking because he was older that he could get hold out of my life.

I didn’t want to be the boring twins, he was already doing that comfortably, I didn’t want to be in his shoes, I was in the company but I didn’t want to be outside if it didn’t involve women and fun things.

My assistant knew me and when he suggested that this was going to be the best place to drown my troubles, I decided to adhere to him.

But the moment I laid eyes on Sydney it was as though the rest of the world melted away. I could drown in her brown eyes, I could reach out and touch her dark hair, I wanted to lose my hands in it.

“I can carry you the rest of the way,” I told her between kisses. 

I was brought back to the fact that she was here with me, she was all mine for this night.

I would be able to touch her and feel her sexy body.

My green eyes were heavily lidded with passion and she couldn’t stop staring at my sultry gaze. 

I couldn’t keep my eye on her throughout her performance.

I had to get drunk to get her back to my home.

I had to play her games to get her to talk to me in the first place.

She was okay with having one nightstand with me, I was going to make sure she wasn’t going to forget about me in a long time.

All right, this one-night stand was going to be more fun than I thought. my hands went to the buttons of my shirt, undoing them. “I want to see your body.”

“Only if I get to see yours,” she told me, a mischievous smile covering her mouth. “One piece of clothing for one piece of clothing,” I told her

“That seems fair,” she teased. 

A game took the tension out of undressing in front of a stranger. “But I get to pick your item of clothing.”

This all started with a game, maybe if they played a game now, it will eased the tension.

“As long as I get to pick yours,” I told her

She didn’t play fair in the club, I wasn’t going to let this be like that.

“All right. Can I go first?” she asked

“Always.” my eyes gleamed. “Ladies first.”

She tapped her lip, pretending to consider things. “Well, let’s start with the basics before we get to the good stuff. Off with your Jacket.”

I made a big show of removing my Jacket, humming a bawdy song under my breath, and pretending to strip it off for an imaginary crowd. I swung it over my head and then tossed it to the ground, while she laughed and clapped her hands.

She was making me happy, I could see it on her face that the tension she had when we just entered the suit was fading away gradually.

This was freaking adorable.

“Your turn,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I tapped my mouth with one long finger, pretending to consider her clothing, and I knew what I wanted her to take off “How about . . . your bra?”

It was a question because I didn’t know how she was going to feel about taking her bra immediately.

“You can’t ask for my bra yet,” she told him. “It’s under my other clothes.”

“I don’t remember us establishing rules, Pretty one.” I pretended to twirl a mustache like an evil villain, and she couldn’t help but laugh again. “Now. Bra.”I wanted her to feel comfortable but I was dying to see her breasts.

With a faked sigh, she pulled her arms through her sleeves and began to wriggle around inside the cocoon her shirt made, unhooking the six industrial-strength clasps at the back of her bra.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, she didn’t look like she needed any help, and she looked so relaxed, this was what I wanted and I was getting it.

She needed to hurry up, I was already getting hard and I wanted to show her how to be loved.

“My turn, is it?”She brought me back to reality.

Her shirt was still on but I could see her hardened nipples and all I wanted to do was rip her shirt out of her body and lose myself in her.

“Might I suggest a lovely sock? I have two of them.” My voice was teasing, but she noticed my gaze was glued to her loose breasts in her shirt, and it made her nipples harden with excitement to see my need so blatantly.

She considered my clothing, instead. I wore my button-up shirt, the collar open and loose, and a pair of slacks, socks, and shoes. 

Even now, I knew she could see the bulge in the front of my trousers increasing and she licked her lips with anticipation.

And to my surprise, I groaned, my gaze hazy with lust again. “Can I just say I love that mouth of yours?”

She licked her lips again, teasing him, and then gestured at his shirt. “Off with that. I want to see your chest.”

And although rationality called out to me not to let my guard down around a stranger. As I watched her eyes twinkle I knew right then and there that this was going to be  much more than one night.

A game of thorns and roses perhaps. Bittersweet as we pray that the love will be worth the hurt

Chapter 6

The sun cast its rays brightly on him, he slowly opened his eyes, following the beam of the light, and he immediately shut his eyes, yawning aloud, he was fully awake to notice another peaceful breathing, he turned his gaze to her, she was gracefully sleeping with the sunlight radiating her beauty the more, already lost in her beauty, he had to leave and it was not going to be good of she wakes up to meet him here.

Gently removing her grip from his waistline he quickly slides into his trousers and wears his shirt, grabbing his keys, he walked out of her world.

The sound from the bolting door, jolted her from her deep sleep, she turned to tighten her grip but the emptiness of the space, hugged her delicate hands, she quickly opened her eyes to see a space, the bed was still warm,

Meaning he had just left not quite long,

"Shit!! What the f...? She sprung up, tying the duvet around her chest, rushing to the door, but the face of the room service greeted her Instead,

"Good morning ma'am, this is room service and I'm here to clean up" the lady smiled, Sydney faked a smile,

"Uhmm... I won't be needing your services for now...? Did you see the young man I signed in with last night?" Her eyes grazed through for answers, as she clutched her duvet.

"Oh? He left not quite long." Confused the lady looked at her, wondering what relationship she had with the handsome duke that just left the premises.

Smiling through gritted teeth, "ok, I'll call when I need you" she banged the door closed before the lady could reply,

Images and flashbacks from the previous night clouded her reasoning,

"Make Love to me!" She heard her moaning and the intense thrust that all took place that night on the same bed she was staring at,

She didn't even get to know, who he was or where she could find him, and just like that, that was how she slept with a mysterious man only familiar with her memories but not physically familiar with them.

She walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower knob, and let the water wash her and keep her sane enough. Memories coming back, the shower sex to the bedroom sex, all in one memory,

"Snap out of it Sydney!" She cautioned herself out of frustration.

After a long shower she, put on her dress from last night, and like that she left the room, walking out of the room the bar was already empty and virtually everyone had left the clubhouse.

Flagging down a taxi, she decided to go home instead,

"Where to ma'am?" The driver almost in his forties asked,

"Bentley 24th street by yellow duke" she grunts resting her head almost drifting off to sleep before the drive began.

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Author's POV

The home of the Whites, was merely quiet when the G- wagon jeep drove in, the maidservants and butler stood by the door to welcome their boss, Paxton stepped out of the air-conditioned car as the evening breeze caressed his face, he was exhausted from the day's work and all that was written on his delicate face was all tiredness.

Paxton's POV

"You're welcome, Young master." The butler grabbed his suitcase heading upstairs,

"Where's Jaxton? He didn't report to the office throughout today? Did he drop by here at the mansion?" My deep voice echoed, with authority and poise.

The butler looked at the maidservants the look didn't go unnoticed by me, for sure Jaxton had not returned from wherever he went to

"Where's he?" I requested again.

"He hadn't come home since last night, Young master" the butler replied with his face down, I sigh then turned to the chef,

"Get my dinner ready," I climbed the stairs heading to my room, unbuckling the first button of my suit.

Shortly, I came down after I had freshened up and dressed in my casuals, the dinner was ready,

I sat down to grab it when he walked in,

"Hey bro? I looked at him,

"Where have you been, Jaxton?" I asked,

"Not now ok" he smirked and walked upstairs, I sigh watching him go upstairs.

I turned to the butler,

"Find out where he went to, who knows he might have caused some trouble there."

The butler stood confused,

"Why Sir?

"To clean up his mess?" I answered and dismissed the butler.

The night was peaceful, I carefully did the work from the office before drifting off to sleep.

Two days later.............

Arrg! Arrgh!! Arrgh!!!

The alarm screamed jolting me up from my deep sleep, I angrily turned it off,

Yawning, it's been two days, and I've practically been useless these days since the event from the night at the clubhouse I looked forward to him coming every night to the clubhouse but he never came back, and just like that the mystery man was gone, the worst was I couldn't get that night out of head, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table after it beeped a notification had come in, I swiped down, my eyes popped open, I felt immense anger, the worst was that, the position of a marketer in various companies, all I applied for is yet to give me a feedback. I glance at the day of the eviction, I had less than 2 days to pay off,

The eviction notice again had come in the same way it did the previous week,

I looked out it was evening already, I stood up I was not in the mood to get stuck in here in misery, I grabbed my jacket, and walked out, in anger banging the door,

The clubhouse was still preparing to start for the night, so I went to the bar

"Two shots of vodka, please" I threw my bag on the counter

"Are you sure? The bartender noticed that I was not in anywhere near a good mood.

"Two shots!" I rolled my eyes, took one of the shots from him, and gulped it down my throat, the hotness from the drink nearly burnt my throat,

"Be careful." The bartender cooed, his eye I could see he wanted something, I handed him a tip, and drank a shot after, and in no time, my vision split and made me feel dizzy.

I grabbed my purse, with a bottle in my hands, coming down I missed a step and stumbled, as I balanced myself, I raised my gaze the figure walked in,

"Is he the one? I asked myself " "You're so dead, Sydney."

I looked up again to be sure he was the same person or it's the alcohol playing pranks on my eyes, and this time I was certain this was the face I never imagined I'd see again was standing before me in his glory, I smiled about to hug him in my sober state but what he did next startled me,

"Excuse me, Miss?" I know I was quite drunk but I was sane at the same time.

"You? Don't you remember me again? My heart shattered into a million pieces, why would I think he would remember me?

He walked past me, brushing his shoulders against me, causing me to fall,

He sat on the chair and ordered a drink,

"One please" I have had enough, if he was going to pretend to not know me then I might as well do something to make him sober of his actions.