Filed to story: Once Upon a One Night Mistake Book PDF Free by Simone Shirazi
This party suddenly didn’t seem like much fun anymore.
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“Want to dance, birthday boy?”
Sebastian’s gaze drifted up to the girl standing in front of him, her sultry voice sounding more like desperation to his ears.
“I’ll pass,” he murmured, lazily shooing her away.
Shrugging, she straightened back up and wiggled off to find her next victim in the spacious VIP lounge.
Sebastian grabbed a flute of champagne off the table next to his oversized velvet armchair, already bored. In a few seconds he’d downed its contents and was attempting to find a waiter to bring him another.
“You trying to get blackout?” someone teased from beside him.
Sebastian slowly shifted his gaze to where Michael was sitting. In his hands were two more glasses of champagne, and Sebastian wasted no time taking one.
“You encouraging it?” He laughed and brought the glass to his lips. When it was gone, he motioned to a passing waiter for a refill.
“Maybe. You’re a lot more fun that way.” Michael slowly sipped from his own drink as he gave Sebastian a looking over. “Come on, you’re acting like a high-strung little shit. This party is for you! You need to stop sitting around looking miserable.” He tipped his glass toward his friend before downing its contents and rising from his seat. “But you know what, follow me.”
He then turned away and started down the stairs leading to the main club, leaving Sebastian to decide if he wanted to follow, but soon he was on his feet as well. He caught up with Michael at the bottom of the staircase, taking in the boy’s devilish grin as he spread his arms wide, motioning to the mass of people in front of them.
Sebastian had to admit, things were a hell of a lot more interesting down here, and he couldn’t help but smile. He had avoided coming down into the chaos earlier, not wanting to get swept up in it, but maybe that was exactly what he needed.
Michael clapped a hand on Sebastian’s back before leading him over to the bar. They settled into seats and took in the club, and as Sebastian waited for his drink, he had to admit, it looked like he had pulled everything off.
He took a moment to admire the girls all around them, smirking as his eyes drifted over their bare limbs and glistening skin, but Michael seemed too preoccupied with staring at a set of blonde twins to even notice the other girls Sebastian pointed out.
Sebastian laughed. “Having fantasies about the Avilla twins again, Michael?”
“How could I not? Doesn’t every guy fantasize about a set of gorgeous twins?”
“Not really my thing.” Still, he gave Michael a hard slap on the back. “But if it’s yours…”
Michael’s grin was brilliant in the darkness. “Hell yes, it is.” Soon he was shoving his half-full drink into Sebastian’s hand and pushing away from the bar. “Don’t expect to see me for the rest of the night.”
Considering the challenge Michael was about to take on, Sebastian expected to see his friend back there in no time. Still, he wasn’t about to sit at the bar alone all night. Michael was right, he should be out there enjoying himself.
Sebastian made his way into the crowd, greeting people as he went, but it didn’t take long before he was bored again. With a sigh, he began to make his way back to the stairs that led up to the VIP lounge, the only haven in the loud club. The shock of the strobe lights was starting to give him a headache, but judging from the fact that he was the only one sulking on the outskirts of the dance floor, clearly everyone else was having the time of their lives. Too bad he couldn’t say the same.
And then he saw her.
How he hadn’t noticed the girl before was a mystery, but now he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away. She was leaning against the far wall of the club, a drink in her hand and pure boredom plastered across her face, the only other person besides him who seemed to hate being there. She practically towered over the other guests in her almost-too-high heels, and her dress looked like it might as well have been painted on her. Something about her was vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite figure out why.
It wasn’t until she met his gaze that Sebastian realized how long he’d been staring, still attempting to place her. Part of him was tempted to look away and pretend he’d never seen her, but she glanced away before he could try. He watched as she rolled her eyes and passed her empty drink off to a nearby partygoer, and he wondered if it was him she’d been looking at in the first place. But those doubts faded when she began moving in his direction.
He took a step forward, determined to meet her halfway, but even that small shift caused him to lose her in the crowd. It didn’t help that a new group of girls had surrounded him, each wishing him a happy birthday and pressing themselves against him in half-assed hugs. He barely avoided being snagged by one of the girls’ black talons as he turned in the opposite direction, praying he’d be able to escape them unscathed. Unfortunately, the move caused him to bump straight into a pissed-off Zak Huntington.
“Watch where you’re going, asshole,” Zak snarled, that hideous lip-piercing glinting under the lights.
Sebastian’s slowly improving mood plummeted again, all because this sorry excuse for a human had opened his mouth. Though he knew Senator Patterson would be upset if he kicked her nephew out of the club, her wrath seemed much more appealing than having to deal with this dumbass all night.
So instead of letting him pass, Sebastian squared his shoulders and stood his ground. “I think you should leave,” he said, nodding toward the club’s exit.
Zak’s lips twitched into a sneer. “I’m not leaving,” he replied, hitching his chin up in defiance. “Not until-“
“Just get the fuck out, Huntington,” Sebastian snapped, all trace of patience fleeing. “Either you walk out that door right now and keep your dignity, or I call security and have them throw you out. Your choice.”
Zak’s eyes flitted to something over Sebastian’s shoulder, but he didn’t take the bait to turn and see. Instead, he waited until the other boy scowled and turned sharply on his heel, stalking toward the exit.
Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he’d put so much effort into planning this damn party only to end up not wanting to even be there himself. Groaning, he turned away in preparation to go back upstairs and wait it out, but a flash of something glinting under the lights caught his eye before he could get far.
A glance to his left revealed the girl he’d been staring at earlier, dancing with her arms high above her head as she swayed to the beat. A few steps brought him up behind her, and he settled a hand on her waist, letting the other drift down to her hip. The icy-blue-eyed girl glanced over her shoulder, offering Sebastian a slow, unsurprised smile that made his stomach twist into knots.
“Thanks for getting rid of him,” she said, obviously referring to Zak, her head falling back onto his shoulder. “That guy’s an asshole.”
He could smell the alcohol on her breath, and her softly drawled words brought a smile to his lips. “Happy to help,” he murmured, pulling her closer.
Her response caused him to flirt with the notion that Zak had been possibly trying to harass this girl-just another reason to hate him-but the fact that her hips were now pressed dangerously against his own made any other thoughts disappear.
Sebastian lost track of time while they were dancing, stopping only to get more drinks for them both. Finally, he was enjoying himself, the liquor and the good company going straight to his head. But when she turned to him and brushed her lips across his jaw, he knew just being there wasn’t going to cut it for much longer.
His arm was wrapped possessively around her waist as her hips pressed hard against his. “You want to get out of here?” he whispered against her ear.
The girl leaned back just enough to meet his eye. “I thought you’d never ask.” She grabbed his hand and smiled, taking a shaky step backward as she tugged on his arm. “Let’s go.”
Hand in hand, they stumbled out of the club and onto the sidewalk, her giggles echoing down the busy street. When she realized she had no idea where she was going, Sebastian took the lead and guided her another block down the street to the hotel where he’d booked suites for himself and his friends. The concierge shot them a sharp look as they breezed inside and into an awaiting elevator, making sure to keep them in his sights until the doors had closed, but Sebastian didn’t care what the old man thought.
Her hand slipped out of his once they were alone, but before he even thought to question it, her mouth was on his and there was no more time for words. A shiver rolled down his spine as she pressed herself against him, hands roaming and fingers grasping at whatever was in reach.
With her hands tangled in his hair, his tongue tracing her bottom lip, and her legs wrapped around his waist, he was having a hard time figuring out where he stopped and she began. Not that he honestly cared-but he wanted more.
The elevator dinged not a moment too soon, and they tumbled out, gasping for breath as they moved down the hallway, somehow still managing to get in a few impatient kisses as they continued on. Sebastian swore it took forever to reach the door, but it took longer to get it unlocked. With the way this girl was currently kissing his neck, he could hardly concentrate enough to get the damn keycard in the slot. After a few seconds fumbling, the door finally gave way, and he pulled her inside with him.
It slammed shut with enough force to shake the room as they staggered toward the bed, his fingers finally managing to snag the zipper of her dress and yank it down, though much to his chagrin, it didn’t instantly pool at her feet.