Sister Pact: One Night Stand (book 1)

Chapter 2: How it all went down

Tate Johnson sat at the back of his newly brought car eating away at his sandwich, which he had just brought at a nearby store and he wasn’t enjoying it one bit. All he wanted to do was to go back home to his normal life, which included farming on his field and taking care of his heard. But instead he was stuck in new York with his friends that dragged him all the way here to close a business deal, that could have possibly gone better if the investor wasn’t trying to rob him of his hard earned property.

As soon as he saw both his friends appear from the store, in which they too brought their own food that they would probably enjoy because then again New York was a dream for them. Tate couldn’t get how anyone could live in such a noisy city, where there was always noise coming from the streets, traffic was a nightmare and although there was nice food here it was just too much for him to handle. He liked it back home where everything was in its place, where one woke up in the morning to work on the field and get back late in the evening to eat supper.

Unfortunately his friends didn’t see that as fun, just like him they had spent their entire lives in the inner parts of Texas and this was foreign ground to them. Tate didn’t mind working hard in the morning, as a thirty year old man he liked that he lived on his own, he didn’t have to worry about no one but himself.

“Hey Tate, the women here a gorgeous!” that was his friend Joe, who found any woman from any parts of the world to be a sexy crown jewel. Tate couldn’t help but roll his eyes as his friend jumped at the back of the truck with him. His other friend Bill was quiet, instead he took a deep look at Tate which had Tate questioning what was going on in his friends mind.

“What you looking at? We’re going home whether you like it or not guys” and his word was final. It was their last day in New York and he was adamant that they were leaving whether they liked it or not.

Joe tapped him on the shoulder, which had Tate looking behind him and staring right into his friends eyes. “Look Tate it’s our last day here, how about we go and have some fun. You see I have a friend that opened a club near by—“

“No we’re not going to any club in fact we’re going home immediately” Tate yelled a t them, we was the more mature of both men and he wasn’t going to allow them drag him into this mess, not by a long run.

“Tate can you just relax for a bit. We’ve been in New York City for three days and yes it’s your truck and all but can we at least have some fun before we leave this city!” that was Bill speaking, he wasn’t much of a speaker but when he did speak often than most Tate would listen to him.

Tate rubbed his hands on the side of his face and took a deep breath into his lungs and slowly exhaled, as a man who liked to be in control of everything he knew that this time he had to let the guys loose for tonight. What’s the worst that could possibly happen to adult males in New York City?

That night

She was beautiful, Tate could tell even though the music was loud in the club and the music was pumping. They were both in the VIP section of the club thanks Joe’s contacts helping them get through. Their eyes met and instantly he knew that he had to make his way to her immediately before someone else made a move before he did.

He pushed through the crowds of women throwing themselves at him but his eyes was on this one particular woman with Afro hair and a mini cocktail dress.

Act cool Tate it’s all going to be okay before you know it, Tate kept repeating those words to himself. He wasn’t the type of guy to walk up to women, back in Texas he would often go to a small bar and grab his beer and leave before any lady showed up.

Tate raised his hand to greet her “Hi my name is— my name is John, John Callaghan” he said smiling right back at Viola.

Even Tate had to admit that, that was close he was about to give a strange woman his actual name. He hated dishonesty but what’s the worst that could happen? This lady didn’t know who he was and he didn’t know a think about her and after tonight they might never ever meeting again.

Viola stretched her hand to greet him and as soon as their hands meet Tate felt a heat course through her body like hot lava, and if he wasn’t careful the bulge in his pats was going to start to show really soon.

“Wow I’ve never met a man that forgot his name before” she teased him

“Well I’ve never met a woman this beautiful before” Those words alone shocked even Tate himself, who had no idea that he could even flirt. He tried it in 7th grade with Amanda Bailey and it backed fired on him and since then, this was the first.

“My name is Viola, Viola Albertson”, John kindly took her hand and brought it but to his lips to kiss and just like that he could feel her body reacting to the kiss and he liked making her feel like that.

**

Tate couldn’t decide what do first, Viola was in the bathroom getting herself ready and the Pact of condoms that he had brought was burning inside his pocket. He knew he couldn’t feel bad, he gave Viola a way out and she had agreed that they both wanted it. Yes they were tipsy but they weren’t drunk and they knew what they were both doing at the time.

As soon as Viola appeared from the bathroom of his rented apartment, Tate’s pants suddenly grew tighter around the family Jewels. She was the most beautiful creature that he had ever seen, her purple lace bra matched with her purple lace panties that looked perfect against her dark brown skin.

She placed her one hand on the frame of the bathroom entrance and looked straight at Tate and said: “How do I look?” she asked.

Almost speechless Tate struggled to find the words to say to her, he wasn’t a virgin for sure, he had his fun with ladies at the bars and different towns but that’s where it all ended and the women that he bedded knew the rules beforehand. But a part of him wanted to have Viola for more than tonight, maybe till tomorrow or better yet forever. But he knew that that couldn’t happen and that he was due to return tonight, which didn’t look like it was going to happen and she would probably go back to her party ways.

“You look enchanting” that’s all he could utter. Tate was not a man of words, he believed in ‘actions speak louder than words’. So he acted. He walked up to Viola and scooped her up, her arms around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist and his eyes the whole time looking into hers.

He gently placed her onto his bed and backed away so that he could take in all of her at once. Now her back on his bed he ripped his pants off of himself and bent down to kiss her passionately. They bought kissed one another repeatedly with what can only be described as a burning passion or hunger for one another.

The moment he stopped kissing her she pulled him Pact into another kiss and Tate didn’t mind because he liked her like that. As soon as the kiss ended both of them still out of breath and that’s when Tate realized that his shirt was now off from his body. But the kiss was still not enough because it had just pushed his libido to want more o Viola.

“Please John take me” Viola begged him. Tate almost asked her who she was referring to as John, when he quickly realized that was the alias name he had used. That was a close call and he almost blew his cover.

“How do you want it?” he asked Viola in a husky hungry for her voice, looking deep into her eyes like she was his meal.

“However you prefer it” Viola replied back to him. Which set Tate on a rampage as he took both his finger and dipped it into her most sacred placed and Viola yelled out with pleasure.

“Yes John!” every scream of pleasure that came out of from Viola’s mouth made Tate want more of her. He was satisfied that she was wet for him and she begged him not to stop it one bit.

“Tate please just do it!” she yelled at him but Tate was not ready, he wasn’t going to let her got Scot free. He removed her bra and placed his mouth over a n*****s and he sucked at it until her screams got louder and she begged for him to stop it.

When he stopped, he looked into Viola’s eyes which screamed the need the he had for her, before he could act Viola pulled down his underwear exposing how big he’d gotten for her and her pupils got wider. It was her turn to have some fun.

She took her hand and stroked at Tate’s length which left him almost paralyzed and taking a deep breath in until he closed his eyes and surrendered to her. With every stroke from her his breathing got heavier and his need for her grew stronger and he knew he had to put an end to this before it got too much and ii could all end before it started.

“Stop!” He yelled. Out of breath and deep in sweat Tate got down to kissing and her just before then, he entered her core and she yelped a bit which scared Tate into thinking that he hurt her.

“Are you okay, did I hurt you?’ he quickly asked her.

“It’s okay, it’s just been a while” and just liked that he went on with it. He repeatedly thrust into her until she screamed his name out of pleasure. He couldn’t understand why Viola was so tight but he didn’t let that bother him instead, he thrust deeper into her until he could feel her stretching to accommodate him in her silky inside.

Out of instinct Viola wrapped her legs around Tate’s hips, forcing him to do nothing but enter her even deeper inside of her. And like an electric current burning through his groin Tate released his fluids into her body. His body went numb, he collapsed on top of Viola and he felt relieved.

Tate turned on his back and laid besides her as he listened to her breath.

“You should have told me that you were a virgin Viola” although he tried saying it in a calm voice but the anger was still felt in his words.

“So that you could tell me that you don’t do virgin, Oh please cut the crap John!” and she rolled her eyes and turned her back to him.

Tate was speechless in fact he didn’t know what he would have done if he had found out that Viola was a virgin before they made love.

Love? He honestly didn’t know where that came from considering the fact that he didn’t do love, it was simply s*x. But although he tried to tell himself that that was all that there was to it, his heart told him otherwise. Maybe the alcohol had affected his brain a little.

“I would have taken easy with Viola and I might not have been as rough as I was with you tonight”

“Look John, it happened and I enjoyed it, let’s not ruin the rest of the night before you leave” Tate was taken aback to find that Viola knew he was leaving New York. What if she knew who he was and she was just playing along with him.

“How did you know I was leaving?”

“Well let’s see. You look like a guy that doesn’t go out much, I could tell from your discomfort in the club and you being so nice after s*x, most guys just say ‘thanks for the fun’ and they bail on you… I’d even go to say that you’re one of the good ones”

Tate wasn’t one to take credit for things but he felt a bit better that he didn’t hurt her, although there were other things on his mind.

“Viola are you perhaps on birth control?” Tate asked her.

“Yes, why do you ask?” She turned to look back at him.

“Because I just remembered that I didn’t use the condoms that we brought” Tate couldn’t believe he was saying to her, because he was known as the brains of the three men. He was always the one to plan things and suddenly in the heat of the moment, he screwed up.

“It’s okay John, I’m clean if that what you’re wondering, the question is are you?”

“Sure I am, I check myself always” before John could realize it, Viola’s hand ran along his length under the sheets and that was doing things to him again. The smile that appeared on Viola’s told him that she wanted more than just one round and he wasn’t afraid to give it to her.

Throughout the night to two made passionate love to one another and spent the whole night wrapped in each other’s embrace.

The next morning Tate stretched out his hand besides the bed, to feel the beautiful women who awakened his senses last night and the bed was cold. He quickly got up and looked besides him and say that the bed was empty. He got up from his bed as naked as he was and looked for her in the bathroom and in the living room as well as the kitchen and she was nowhere to be found. He quickly got back to the room and on the desk besides the bed he found a note.

Thanks for the amazing night John.

PS V.A

That was it, she didn’t bother to leave her number so that he could at least contact her. Tate couldn’t help but feel used by Viola and now he was mad. But he gathered his cloths and placed the little note in his trouser pants. He knew he had to leave, the city was no place for a man like himself to live.

Although he wanted to live, Tate couldn’t help but to think what would have happened if they ended up with each other. So he whipped out his phone and put her name through the search engine and what he saw, shocked him to the core.

Viola wasn’t just an ordinary woman, she was an heiress of some rich billionaire that owned a few oil rigs all around the country.