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“So that’s why I prefer the gulet yacht–“
“I’ve got to use the restroom,” I said suddenly, interrupting his spiel about which type of yacht was the best. He frowned as I abruptly stood and gathered my purse, clearly annoyed that I cut him off, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, taking a few deep breaths as I leaned on the sink.
I stayed in there for a few minutes, splashing some cold water on my face and checking my phone, until I was certain that Mark had gotten bored of waiting for me at the bar, then headed back out. Thankfully, he was gone when I walked back to my seat. I let out a small sigh of relief as I sat back down, but that relief turned to annoyance when the bartender approached me and handed me a red drink in a cocktail glass, informing me that Mark had paid for it.
Sighing, I picked up the glass and looked over my shoulder. Mark was sitting at a corner table, watching me like a hawk; not wanting to cause any sort of fuss, I raised my glass and mouthed the words “Thank you” before turning back and sipping on the drink.
As my head started to get light and the room started to swim around me a few minutes later, I realized that taking a drink offered to me by a strange man at the bar was a horrible idea… but I was too far gone already, and as I tried to get up from the bar, I felt myself stumble into a man’s body.
“Whoa there,” Mark’s voice said as his arms wrapped around me. “Looks like I need to get you home.”
I felt my heart start to race as Mark began to guide me away, too weak and disoriented to tell him no. Just then, as my vision began to fade completely, I felt another hand on my shoulder; cool, and not sweaty like Mark’s.
“Where are you taking her?” Asher’s stern voice said, so low it was almost a growl.
“Oh, I’m just taking her home,” Mark stuttered. “S-She had too much to drink. We’re old friends.”
“Is this true?” Asher said, leaning down and coming into view. As his gray eyes locked on mine, all I could do was shake my head.
I wasn’t sure what happened after that, but the next thing I knew, I was in Asher Sterling’s warm embrace in the back of a car.
“Where do you live?” he asked.
I tried to answer but he stopped me after I mumbled a few unclear words. “I’m taking you to a hotel then.”
In my semi-conscious state, the feeling of Asher’s warm arms around me made my body tingle.
“Stay…” I slurred, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Asher jolted away, muttering something about my state of mind, but something about the smell of his cologne made me persist…
And soon, I felt Asher Sterling, the wealthy and handsome CEO of WereCorp, relax into my touch.
Tiffany
I woke up to sunlight and a fresh, warm summer breeze streaming in through a large set of open French doors. As I cracked my eyes open, the sound of the city street below filled my ears, and the feeling of my throbbing head on a plush pillow alerted me to the fact that I was not in my own bed.
Groaning, I slowly pushed myself up onto my elbows and scanned the room as flashes of what happened the night before began to flood my mind. I remembered being at the bar, in the silky black dress that I had picked out… I remembered drinking a gin and tonic, and being accosted by a middle-aged man with sinister intentions…
Other memories came flooding back, too.
I remembered being in the back of a car with a handsome man. His neck was warm and soft as I pressed my lips to it. He tried to hide his arousal at first, but he eventually gave in to his desires as he led me to the elevator that led up to the expensive hotel room he had booked. We made our way to the room, stopping periodically to press our lips together and touch each other’s bodies in the hallway. I remembered how electric his hands felt on my body as he gripped my waist through the silky black dress, and how quickly he removed that dress once we were safely inside the hotel room.
He carried me over to the bed while I kissed his neck and nibbled at his ears, his body pressing into mine as he laid me down on the soft blankets. I clung onto his chest like my life depended on it, fumbling to unbutton his shirt; he eventually became tired of waiting for my clumsy fingers to undo the buttons and did it himself, revealing thick, toned muscles as he pulled his shirt off.
We spent the night in ecstasy, moving as one in the moonlit hotel room.
As I came to the realization of what happened last night, I slowly turned my head to face the man who laid asleep next to me. Even asleep, the man was still as handsome and sexy as ever, with the sheets pulled down around his waist to reveal his chiseled torso and the top of his groin, making my face get hot and turn red.
But… He was Asher Sterling. He was my cheating ex boyfriend’s new boss.
I bit my lip and quietly climbed out of bed, searching for my panties.
“Ahem.”
I spun around with my panties in my hand to see Asher sitting up in bed, his cold gray eyes fixed on me. Without a word, he stood — making me blush as he completely revealed his nude body — and walked over to where his pants lay on the floor. I quickly pulled my panties and my bra on as he put on his boxer briefs, then watched as he picked up his pants and dug into his pocket for his wallet.
“Here,” he said darkly, digging into his wallet and pulling out a thick wad of cash. He walked over to me and thrust it toward me. “Take it, but keep in mind that this is a one-time deal.”
I took a few steps back, my sheepish expression turning to one of anger and resentment.
“You… think I’m a prostitute?” I snarled.
Asher merely shrugged and tossed the cash at my feet. “It doesn’t matter if you are or you aren’t,” he said coldly, walking away and pulling his pants on with his back turned to me. “No one sleeps with me without the expectation of getting something extra in return. Your aloof demeanor last night faded away pretty quickly as soon as I dressed you up and paid for your drinks, so I know what you’re after. Just take the money and leave.”
I frowned, narrowing my eyes. “I never wanted your money,” I said, my voice shaking out of anger as I picked the dress up off the ground and put it on. If I still had my own clothes, I would’ve left the dress on the floor, but I had no idea what happened to my stained outfit at this point.
“By the way,” Asher muttered, ignoring what I said and buttoning his shirt with his back still turned to me, “you should learn not to take drinks from strangers. You’re lucky I was there to save you from that guy. Learn from basic common sense next time.”
I paused, gritting my teeth, and pulled the dress on the rest of the way before answering.
“You’re just as cold and heartless as they say.”
Asher didn’t answer, and I didn’t care to stick around to see if he would come up with one. With a hmph, I grabbed the strappy heels from the night before and stomped barefoot over to the door. My hand rested on the doorknob for a moment as I fumed, and when I swung the door open, I called over my shoulder one last time.
“You can’t just throw money at everyone when you have a guilty conscience,” I growled before walking out and slamming the door behind me.
…
As soon as I got home, I tore off the dress and the heels and threw them in the corner as the anger over both Sam and Asher bubbled up inside of me. Frowning and muttering to myself, I stomped over to the fridge in my underwear and pulled out the milk to pour myself a bowl of cereal. Cereal was just about all I had to eat, but the thought of taking Asher Sterling’s money after a one night stand made me feel worse than going hungry.
As I was just about to take my first bite of cereal, my phone started ringing. I rolled my eyes, anticipating for it to be Sam trying to beg for me to come back, but squinted when I noticed that it was an unknown number.
