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The last thing she remembered was his smirk, the first thing she forgot was her own name...... Now he appeared everywhere in her life...her one night stand. "What do you want from me?!" She screamed, dragging her hand away from his. "I want you." Ava Morales got drunk after being frustrated several times at her working place. In her drunkenness, she forced a man into fulfilling her sexual desires. Never did she expect that the man would be Ethan Blackwood...the infamous billionaire.

Chapter 1 One Night Stand

Chapter 1

It was such a long day at work and her proposal just got rejected for the fifth time today. Also to add to her stress, the rain was pretty heavy, forcing her to stay longer in the bar.

Ava gulped funnily as she poured herself another shot of tequila and then she realized the bottle was already empty.

"Ouch. You are hurting my feelings by being empty." She muttered drunkenly to the bottle and she sighed, dropping it on the counter, then she ordered another one.

Opening it, she suddenly realized she had to pee.

"Hey, where's the toilet? I really need to get this stuff outta my bladder." She said quickly and the bartender sighed, pointing towards the direction of the restroom.

Ava smiled in appreciation, her cheek red and her hair messy. She picked her purse slowly and walked towards the restroom, her legs shaking badly. She couldn't seem to control them while wearing those heels.

After using the restroom, she staggered out excitedly.

"Just wait till I get you, Jaxon Lane!! I'm going to show you how many companies I could have opened with the stuffs in my brain. How could you reject my proposal...not one...two-" She stopped for a while and stretched her palms, counting with her fingers,

"- three but five times. And this time around, I keep on telling you there's nothing wrong with it, but you keep on telling me to change it or else....." She suddenly missed a step and was about to fall when a hand suddenly caught her by the waist.

Her red lips widened into a smile as she opened her eyes.

"Oh hey handsome." She muttered.

Ethan sighed as he tried to hold her up but Ava wasn't even making an effort to move.

"Can you stand straight?" He asked, his voice in a low smooth manner.

Ava chuckled funnily as she stared at him, closely in the face.

"Gosh, you are so fine..." She muttered, placing her two hands on his cheek, as she shook her head. Her purse fell off her hand to the ground and Ethan sighed before picking it up slowly. When he did, he carried her up in his hands in a bridal style.

"Where's your room?" He asked.

"Hmmm, I don't have a room. Are you going to get us a room?" She asked funnily, shaking her legs afterwards. Ethan just scoffed and went ahead to his own room, dropping her on the bed.

He helped her remove her heels and placed them neatly on the floor, beside the bed.

"You should get some hangover pills when you wake up tomorrow." He said, as he was about to leave but he suddenly felt Ava wrapped her hands around his waist.

"What's your name?" She muttered. He removed her hands and turned to look at her.

"Ethan....Ethan Blackwood." He said.

"Ethan." She said.

"Are you going to leave a lady alone in this room, by this time of the night? I feel so lonely." She added, pouting her lips slowly.

"If you can't stay here by yourself, then you can leave when you sober up." Ethan said curtly and turned to leave once again, but this time around, Ava was impatient.

She moved to the door instead and swiftly wrapped her hands around his neck, her legs moving up and then she kissed him.

It wasn't a smooth kiss, it was a rough one, signifying she wanted him immediately, right there and then.

"What are you doing?" Ethan muttered in between the kisses.

"I want you....inside me...right now." She replied, becoming breathless. She stopped the kiss abruptly and placed her hands on his chest, pushing him on the bed roughly and then she climbed him, removing her gown afterwards, leaving her only in her undies.

"Fvck!" Ethan groaned slowly, as she started moving on him slowly, straddling him.

"What's your name?" He asked, this time around.

"Shhh..." Ava placed her fingers on his lips and slowly replaced it with her lips. At that moment, Ethan turned them over, going up on her instead.

"Gosh, you match my impatience, don't you? " Ava smirked.

"You caused it." Ethan groaned as he could already feel his hardness down there.

"Fuck!" He muttered, unstrapping her bra immediately. Her two babies bounced out from their restrictions, her pink n*pples hardened already.

Ava hands quickly worked down there, removing his belt and doing away with the trouser. While Ethan worked on her breasts, she got rid of her lace panties at the same time.

"Gosh, I want you now, Ethan." She moaned softly.

"You sure about this?" Ethan muttered since he knew she was drunk but she had already made him feel this way and they was no stopping him now.

"Fvck!" He groaned as he steadily moved in his d*ck inside her slowly.

"You are so tight." He groaned as he tried to go in deeper.

Ava's face suddenly started contorting in pain and Ethan furrowed his brows.

"Wait, are you fresh?" He suddenly asked.

"Just continue." Ava groaned but Ethan wasn't feeling comfortable about this. She would definitely regret it when she found out she lost her virginity to a stranger in one night.

"Gosh...Ethan." Ava called when she realized he stopped moving inside her. She turned them over instead and took charge, moving her hips along with him.

"Fvck." Ethan couldn't take it anymore and placed his hands in her own waist, aiding her to move faster. She had tempted him and he couldn't stop now.

"Ethan....." She moaned out again, as he suddenly took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking crazily while she rode him.

"Oh my goodness..." Her lips couldn't stop spewing out different things as she dug her fingers into his hair.

Ethan took over from that point, turning her over while going faster and deeper into her. She wasn't as tight as she was in the beginning and he was sure she wasn't feeling pains anymore.

This time her moans got pitched as she called his name crazily and then she gave a final scream as she squirted.

"Fvck!" Ethan collapsed beside her as his seeds stained her laps.

She rolled over on his arm and placed her lips on him, giving him a final kiss before she slept off immediately. Ethan sighed as he stared at the lady who had just made his night pleasurable without even knowing her name.

A knock came on the door almost immediately.

"Boss, we have to leave. Master Blackwood is ranting angrily." He heard Lucas, his assistant say at the door.

"Give me ten. " Ethan replied and stood up immediately, going into the bathroom.

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