A One Night Stand With A Jerk

The bartender helplessly gawked at her in utter awe as she continuously gulped down multiple bottles of tequila.

Yes, Annalise had taken Zayn's advice and visited a pub where she was washing away her sorrows.

Her life was overly shitty, and now, Seven, her dear lover, broke up with her because she was getting married to an unknown asshole.

Wasn't that fucked up?

“I don't know who…the fuck you are…but…screw you! Screw~! You!” It was evident the drunk lady bore someone in mind, and the bartender concluded it was best to give her no more drinks.

They'd never seen her before, and who knew what'd happen to her if she got drunk further?

“Th-the moon…take me to the moon!” Annalise tipsily drawled with her head lying on the counter. The bartender glanced around and felt skeptical.

Every soul in here was a motherfucker and judging from their intense gaze at her, all were eager to have their hands on this attractive young lady. If care wasn't taken, then she'd be raped.

While contemplating his next course of action, the bartender spotted him. The richness emanating from him alone screamed wealth and having no choice called his attention.

“Uh…kind sir, can you please help her? Please” He pleaded, and those pairs of dazzling blue eyes glazed coldly at her.

Annalise was blurting gibberish, but it didn't diminish her beauty. He normally doesn't give two fucks about anyone — helping women most especially was something he resented deeply.

Nevertheless, he helped her.

A pair of muscular arms were wrapped around her waist while being heaped onto his shoulder.

Fortunately, her dress was long enough to cover her legs properly, yet her rounded backside was incessantly being gaped lustfully at until he carried her out.

The moon's rays surely did spell out the beauty of the red Bugatti Veyron of his as he walked to it.

Shortly, he got in and while trying to place her in the back seat, surprisingly had his lips claimed.

To say the taste of her lips was enticing was an understatement — it felt like being kissed with an aphrodisiac!

The resistance in his soul was immense, yet when Annalise clipped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer and devouring his lips crazily, Luciano Rome lost control.

His right hand went for her flawless face, caressing her freckle-covered cheeks, then gave her lower lips a quick bite.

“Oh…”

The most arousing moan he had ever heard in his life elicited from her lips, and once their lips parted, the sounds of their heavy breaths filled the car.

“Take…take me please!” Her dark eyes were rare yet sparkled beautifully, and cursing himself slowly, Luciano decided.

“We need a hotel room”

*

Annalise woke up in sheer pain.

This wasn't as a result of overworking herself or the bearing from her stepmother, but…from the pounds of her flesh in between her thighs.

A painful groan escaped her slightly swollen lips as she sat upright on the queen-sized bed.

It took a while for her brain to fully recollect what had transpired last night, and fearfully, and hoping profusely that her thoughts were wrong, moved the sheet away from her legs.

“Oh fuck me!” Annalise nearly cried out at the sight of blood — she fucking lost her chastity to someone goddamn stranger yesterday.

“Anna, you're such a fool” Highly disappointed in herself, buried her face in her palms. How could she have been so careless to the extent of getting drunk?

The last thing remembered was kissing someone then… Asking to be taken, and…

“Shit” She cussed, lifting her head only to meet him standing there.

The gorgeousness of this man should be considered illegal cos… he's insanely dashing!

The blue suit he had suited his oceanic blue eyes perfectly, and it was undeniably how mesmerizing he was.

This was the man she lost her chastity to?

Annalise was obviously naked, but the sheet concealed her nude cleavages, while still gawking admirably at him.

However, his husky voice and insensitive utterance broke her from the trance.

“On the drawer's 10 million dollars, is that enough for a fee?” He spoke so sophisticatedly yet obnoxiously.

Annalise turned to the drawer and genuinely found the bundle of cash there — she frowned deeply.

“I am not a whore!”

“Considering your actions of last night, you are one.”

Yeah, — this handsome stranger was emotionless and insensitive as hell. Annalise hated him instantly.

“I am not one, and I do not need your money!” Enraged, she picked a bundle and then tried to tear it apart at once, but…it was quite bulky.

Luciano scoffed at her, then made his way out of the hostel room.

“Don't you dare walk out on me! Take this piece of paper with you — I don't need it!” Annalise gnashed infuriatingly and he didn't spare her a glance before leaving.

“I…! I fucking hate that bastard! Argh!!!”