One Night Stand [18+]

CHAPTER 1

Today is the tenth day.

Her husband, Samuel, never returned home.

When Celeste talked with him on the phone at night, the man's tone was gentle and comforting. "Celeste, this case is really important, give me some more time."

Celeste sat on the sofa, clamped her phone around her neck, and lazily played with her long curly hair.

He continued. "I've already told the boss that as long as the case is settled, I can take a vacation and take you to Switzerland to play, huh?"

As if sensing his wife's absent-mindedness, the man's tone became softer.

"Celeste, my baby, just stay at home and wait for me to come back, okay?"

Okay?

Celeste really wanted to answer yes, but found that good word, and couldn't say anything.

She wanted to hang up the phone directly.

Really, really want to.

The man at the other end babbled until the long hand of the clock on the wall pointed to the ten o'clock position on time. As if he had pinpointed the time, the man said the standard ending between the two of each recent phone call.

"Okay, don't wait for me, go to bed early. If you feel cold, remember to turn on the heating. Don't let yourself get cold, I will feel bad."

I have to say, Samuel's voice is really a gift from God?

It is as warm and mellow as a good vintage wine with a long history, and its tone is as pleasant as the sound of a double bass. The habit of slightly rolling the tongue makes the words and sentences not so clear, but it has its own rhythm of cadence and rhythm. An indescribable enjoyment.

Compared with his barely above-middle-top appearance, what really attracted Celeste was the unforgettable sound quality.

Back then, there were dozens if not hundreds of men who pursued Celeste, and many of them were heroes of various backgrounds with rich backgrounds, outstanding height and looks, and top abilities and talents, but Samuel was not the best in all aspects.

No one knows why.

Including Celeste's best friend and closest family members.

Only Celeste knew.

Samuel was able to hug a beauty, thanks to his uniquely good voice.

From the moment he spoke, Celeste's ears could no longer hear other men's voices.

Unfortunately, the facts later proved to Celeste that not only judging people by appearance, but also judging people by sound is very dangerous.

In the sixth year after her marriage, Celeste finally realized this truth.

She picked up the phone next to her seat, and the first screen after unlocking it was a message she received an hour ago.

There are only four words and a picture in the message.

The four words are "He is now mine".

The accompanying picture is a profile of a man.

She and that man have been facing each other day and night for eight years, and shared the same bed for six years.

Celeste resisted the urge to throw the phone into the trash can, and looked up at the clock on the wall again.

Half past ten.

At this point in time, some people may have already fallen asleep happily, but for others, the wonderful nightlife is just about to kick off.

But for Celeste, the night was long and the pillow was hard to sleep.

How many nights was she all alone?

Celeste didn't want to think about it, but the eye-catching red circled numbers on the desk calendar hurt her eyes cruelly.

Sixth wedding anniversary.

Six years ago today, she and Samuel stepped into the auditorium.

She really wanted to ask Samuel if he still remembered the promise and oath he made to her in front of many guests?

Celeste didn't naively think that there were any permanent feelings in this world, but what she didn't expect was that happiness shattered too quickly, too suddenly, and was exposed in such an embarrassing way.

Thinking of this, she stood up suddenly and walked to the upright hanging mirror next to the bathroom.

The woman in the mirror is hers, but not like her.

The plain face is pale and haggard, and the tall and thin figure is no longer the tenderness of her youth, but the graceful curves and fine-to-fit proportions are enough to make women jealous and men look sideways.

But this beauty is unconsciously submerged in the quicksand of time, covered by the same style, wide and monotonous long cotton dress.

Why did she become like this?

Celeste frowned, puzzled.

Why would she make herself so cheap for a man who might not be worthy of love at all?

Yeah, why?

With one thought, the dormant desire and unwillingness in the body are like the buds of early spring, breaking through the ground.

Celeste bit her lower lip.

Between the loosened eyebrows and eyes, there was a firmness that hadn't appeared for a long time.

The deafening music resounded through the sky.

The colorful neon lights flickered alternately, creating a somewhat confusing and fantastic effect in the huge space. All kinds of men and women shuttled through it, but at the moment when the music disappeared, they stopped in unanimous agreement, and at the same time cast their eyes on the four lights in the center of the hall. A space surrounded by huge stone pillars.

The curtain was slowly pulled up from the four corners, and the moment the lights around the venue dimmed, a beam of pale yellow-golden light fell from the top of the high ceiling, imprinting the young man sitting in front of a black playing piano in the center of the stone pillar. In the eyes of everyone.

Celeste sat in a position with an excellent viewing angle.

The woman next to her was also her roommate in college, and a few of her girlfriends, Rory, were still in touch after marriage.

Rory's eyes lit up, and her voice was very excited. "Celeste, you are really lucky, I didn't expect Ezra Salvatore's performance today!"

Good luck?

Celeste, who was already slightly drunk, couldn't help laughing when she heard these three words.

She slowly put down the wine glass in her hand, and under Rory's constant gestures, she finally raised her head and turned her gaze in the same direction as everyone else.

It just so happened that the curtain had been completely lifted at this time, and the figure and face of the man were fully revealed in front of everyone.

This man is blessed by nature.

This was the first word that came to Celeste's mind.

A favorite, at least in that face.

His complexion is a healthy wheat color, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his facial features reveal a straight and heroic spirit. At first glance, he is a man full of masculinity.

But the most eye-catching thing is the inlaid black pupils on his handsome face, which are as if the spring light has faded away. At this time, he is staring at the piano keys intently. The white shirt, the cold temperament, and the aloof eyebrows are incompatible with the atmosphere of this bar, but they are completely attractive.

Even Celeste's voice control couldn't help but look crazy.

Rory, who was carefully observing the changes in Celeste's expression, saw the makeup and laughed twice. "What? It's best just to tell you."

Celeste ignored her best friend's ridicule.

She just watched intently as the slender but powerful hands with well-defined bones were lifted up and placed on the black and white keys, and then, the moment the man pressed the keys, the slight whisper that had remained disappeared.

Everything was so abrupt that it seemed natural.

Celeste didn't know when the performance ended.

She only remembered that when she came back to her senses, there was scattered applause around her, and the gradual recovery of men and women talking and laughing, accompanied by the familiar sound, which was particularly shocking to Celeste's ears at that moment. A fidgety pop tune.

The man who originally played on the stage has long since disappeared.

When she returned to her seat, Rory had gone somewhere, and Celeste knew her personality well, so she couldn't be surprised. She just continued to drink the cocktail that was refilled at some point.

During the period, people came to strike up a conversation with Celeste one after another. Celeste would deal with those who looked pleasing to the eye, but she flashed the three-carat diamond ring in her hand, matching her indifferent eyebrows and eyes, and most people would. Then he left knowingly and interestingly.

Of course, there are also those who don't give up easily, such as the one in front of me.

They were born quite dog-like, but the eyes hidden behind the lens squinted at Celeste's tightly stretched chest, coupled with the smell of a smelly person all over her body, it made Celeste feel like a headache for the first time. For a while, this person was classified as a refusal to communicate.

But she didn't pay attention to people, and people didn't care, just chirping in front of her eyes, which made Celeste feel as if there was a sparrow in her ear, causing headaches.

But then she realized something was wrong.

Something is wrong.

The annoying face of the man in front of her gradually blurred, like a phantom swaying in the candlelight. Celeste blinked her eyes, and shook her head fiercely, but the blur not only did not relieve half of it, but made the surrounding pictures begin to produce unnatural distortions.

Then, a dryness and heat rose slowly in the body.

The pores of her whole body seemed to be dilated to the extreme, and a wet and sticky liquid began to secrete between her legs. Celeste knew that she had mastered the truth.

Sure enough, the next second, I heard that disgusting voice saying, "Miss, what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? I booked a box upstairs, and I'll help you up to rest."

The thoughts were clear.

When Celeste waved away the hand that was reaching out to her, she exhausted all her strength, but in the eyes of the man with malicious intentions, she was also weak and powerless. "Miss, don't be ignorant of good people. You don't have to drink a toast. I'm helping you..."

Celeste gritted her teeth, feeling like she was going to throw up.

Her hand was grabbed by the man, and the other hand quietly reached into the pocket of the jacket, intending to take out the mobile phone, but the man saw through this action at a glance, and pulled her up vigorously, and the mobile phone fell to the floor.

When Celeste felt a surge of despair.