One Nightstand with The Bad Boy

2- Waking up next to him

FLASHBACK...

"I'm just going to grab a drink. Don't wander off, okay? I'll be right back," Cheska's voice floated through the air, barely registering in my intoxicated mind. The pulsating beat of the music reverberated around me, mingling with the chatter of the partygoers as I sank deeper into the plush cushions of the sofa.

Rex's backyard was transformed into a playground of revelry, illuminated by the soft glow of string lights overhead. It was a scene straight out of a teenage dream, with laughter and music filling the warm summer air.

Resting my head against the back of the sofa, I closed my eyes, the dizziness from the alcohol washing over me in gentle waves. Despite the chaos around me, there was a sense of tranquility in the stillness of the night.

Suddenly, the cushion beside me dipped under the weight of someone settling down. Opening my eyes, I found myself face to face with Clark, the notorious bad boy of our school. His smirk was as infamous as his reputation, and he wore it proudly as he glanced over at me.

"Already feeling the effects, huh?" Clark's voice cut through the haze, his eyes fixed on the shimmering surface of the pool. He took a casual sip from his cup, the corners of his lips curling into a teasing smile.

I offered a weak chuckle in response, the alcohol dulling my senses and leaving me feeling pleasantly numb. "Just a tad," I admitted, my words slurring slightly as I struggled to maintain my composure.

Clark's smirk widened, his gaze lingering on me with a hint of amusement. "Well, you've come to the right place to unwind," he remarked, gesturing to the lively scene around us.

I nodded in agreement, the music pulsating in the background as I stole a sideways glance at Clark. Despite his reputation as a troublemaker, there was an undeniable magnetism to his rugged features and confident demeanor.

Engaging in playful banter, we traded barbs and witty remarks, the conversation flowing effortlessly between us. With each passing moment, I found myself drawn to Clark's magnetic presence, a sense of intrigue blossoming within me.

"So, who's the lucky guy?" Clark's question caught me off guard, his gaze lingering on me with a hint of curiosity.

I chuckled softly, the alcohol emboldening me to play along. "Or girl," I added, a mischievous glint in my eye.

Clark's eyebrow arched in surprise, his smirk deepening into a grin. "Interesting," he mused, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Feeling a surge of boldness, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, the taste of alcohol lingering on our tongues. The kiss was electric, sending a jolt of excitement coursing through my veins as I surrendered to the moment.

In that fleeting instant, it was just Clark and me, lost in a world of our own making. And as the night stretched on, I couldn't help but wonder where this unexpected encounter would lead.

"I was just curious, and for your information, Ms. Mianna Isabel Nicolas Eliot, you're not one of the Invisibles because I always notice you," he declared, his voice carrying a hint of confidence that sent a shiver down my spine. I felt a rush of disbelief at the sound of my full name leaving his lips, a name I rarely heard spoken in its entirety.

My eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze, but he seemed unfazed, his attention fixed elsewhere. How did he know my name? The question lingered on the tip of my tongue, but I found myself speechless in the face of his unwavering gaze.

Before I could form a coherent response, his lips curved into a smirk, a subtle challenge dancing in his eyes. "So, you're with a girl. You're a lesbian, then," he remarked, his tone laced with amusement. It wasn't a question; it was a statement, a daring assumption that left me momentarily stunned.

Refusing to be thrown off balance, I returned his smirk with one of my own, a playful glint in my eyes. "Are you testing me, David?" I countered, raising an eyebrow in mock challenge, my curiosity piqued by his boldness.

David's smirk only widened, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. His response was a silent invitation, a challenge I couldn't resist. With a sideways smile, I closed the distance between us, crashing my lips onto his in a surge of boldness.

At first, I felt the tension in his body as he stiffened in surprise, but it quickly melted away as he responded to my kiss with equal fervor. As our lips moved in a heated dance, I found myself straddling his lap, my hands tangling in his soft hair as I deepened the kiss.

Exploring each other's mouths with reckless abandon, we lost ourselves in the intoxicating heat of the moment. His hands roamed over my back, sending shivers down my spine, while mine gripped his neck, pulling him closer with every passing second.

Our tongues tangled in a sensual dance, the rhythm of our breaths mingling as we surrendered to the growing intensity between us. With each tug of his lips and every moan that escaped my own, the world around us faded into obscurity, leaving only the electric connection that bound us together.

Finally, as our lips parted, we both gasped for air, our foreheads pressing together as we struggled to catch our breath. The intensity of the moment lingered in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the undeniable chemistry that simmered between us.

"That was... Amazing... I never thought that you were a good kisser, Eliot," he murmurs, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. His words hang in the air, mingling with the remnants of our heated kiss, and I find myself blushing furiously under his gaze. But as I gaze into his eyes, I can't help but admire their beauty – a mesmerizing blend of deep blue and hints of green, reminiscent of the vast expanse of the ocean. They have a calming effect on me, and coupled with his genuine smile, it's as if I'm seeing them for the first time, truly appreciating their splendor.

"Wow... Yeah, amazing..." I manage to reply, a shy smile playing on my lips as I meet his gaze.

"You know, you're more beautiful when you smile," Clark remarks, his words causing my cheeks to flush even more. It's a strange feeling, being complimented by him in such a candid manner, but I can't deny the warmth it brings to my heart.

Turning my gaze away from him, I find myself acutely aware of our position – straddling his lap, our bodies pressed close together in the aftermath of our passionate kiss. It's an awkward realization, one that threatens to shatter the fragile bubble of intimacy we've created.

"Whatever... Well, do you still think I'm a lesbian?" I blurt out, attempting to diffuse the tension with a hint of humor, but the question lingers heavily in the air, laden with unspoken implications.

Clark's smile widens, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he considers his response. "Well... It was just a kiss, even less," he begins, but before he can finish his sentence, I cut him off by crashing my lips onto his once more.

In that moment, all pretense of humor fades away, replaced by an overwhelming surge of desire. I'm intoxicated by the heady combination of alcohol and adrenaline, emboldened by the reckless abandon of the night.

Sensing my urgency, Clark rises to his feet, effortlessly lifting me in his arms as he carries me towards the stairs. My legs encircle his hips, drawing us impossibly closer as we navigate the unfamiliar terrain of his house.

"Let's continue this upstairs," he whispers against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. I nod in silent agreement, burying my face in the crook of his neck as we ascend the staircase.

The scent of his cologne envelops me, wrapping me in a cocoon of familiarity and comfort. It's a stark contrast to the chaotic whirlwind of emotions raging inside me, but in his arms, I find a sense of peace that I've never known before.

As we reach the top of the stairs, Clark gently lays me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he hovers above me. The weight of his gaze is palpable, igniting a firestorm of desire within me.

"Let's continue what we started, Aya. Are you still up for it?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky with anticipation. And in that moment, with his eyes locked on mine, I know that I am.

I'm not sure what came over me, but without hesitation, I found myself blurting out, "YES." The word hung in the air, heavy with anticipation, as Clark's smirk deepened, his gaze smoldering with desire. With a swift movement, he leaned in and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. His wet kisses trailed down my neck, igniting a firestorm of sensation that made me gasp and moan in pleasure.

With expert precision, Clark peppered small kisses along my jawline, tracing a path to my cheeks, then my forehead, and finally capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. What started sweetly soon turned into something raw and intense, as if we were long-lost lovers reuniting after years apart.

His lips moved with purpose, sucking and nibbling at mine, igniting a fierce hunger within me. His hands roamed my body, caressing my face, trailing down to my neck, and skimming over my bare shoulders. I found myself instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his soft hair as I pulled him closer.

With a sense of urgency, Clark slid his hand under my top, the warmth of his touch sending electricity coursing through my veins. His other hand rested on my side, supporting his weight as he continued to explore every inch of my skin with his lips and tongue.

I tilted my head to the side, granting him better access to my neck, my breath hitching as his lips trailed lower. I felt the tantalizing touch of his fingers as they grazed the bottom of my bra, sending a jolt of anticipation through me. With a swift motion, he unclasped my bra, discarding it onto the floor with a sense of urgency that mirrored my own desires.

END*

"Woah Woah Woah! Please, Mia, can you skip that part? I can't imagine the two of you doing that," Cheska interjects, her voice tinged with discomfort as she makes a shudder. I can't help but roll my eyes at her reaction. What a killjoy.

"Okay... Okay... But I remember when we finished doing that, he kissed my forehead and said that I'm finally his," I reply, trying to lighten the mood with a hint of mischief in my tone.

"Oh god, he just..." Cheska begins, her sentence trailing off, but I don't give her the chance to finish as I quickly continue my story, eliciting a glare from her that only makes me giggle more.

Continuing on...

I wake up feeling sore down there, the dull ache a harsh reminder of the events of the previous night. Groggily, I attempt to sit up, but something heavy prevents me from moving. As I reach to remove it, my eyes widen in realization, and a wave of emotions floods over me.

"I f*****g lost my virginity," I whisper to myself, the weight of the revelation hitting me like a ton of bricks.

Turning to my left, I see Clark sleeping soundly beside me, his features softened in the morning light. Despite the pain and confusion swirling within me, I can't deny the undeniable allure of his presence. But I know deep down that I don't want to be drawn into his world, not after everything I've been through. I refuse to let myself get hurt again, not this time. This is my chance to finally move on.

Carefully, I extract myself from his grasp, my movements slow and deliberate so as not to disturb his slumber. As he groans in his sleep and shifts onto his side, I find myself momentarily captivated by the sight of his back, his silhouette exuding an undeniable aura of masculinity. But I quickly shake off the thought, berating myself for even entertaining such notions.

With a resigned sigh, I gather my belongings, slipping into my bra and panties before searching for my dress. My eyes scan the room until they land on it, discarded on the couch near the bedroom. How it ended up there, I'll never know, but in that moment, I'm just grateful to have found it.

Shrugging off the lingering sense of unease, I quickly dress myself, each movement a deliberate attempt to distance myself from the events of the night before. It's time to put this behind me and move forward, whatever that may entail.

I carefully slip into my dress, the fabric clinging to my skin as I hastily pull it over my head. With my hair in disarray, I opt for a quick bun, knowing there's no time for elaborate styling. I can't risk him waking up while I'm still here, so I gather my things with practiced efficiency, making sure not to make a sound as I move.

Turning to glance back at Clark, I find him still lost in slumber, his features softened by the morning light filtering through the window. With a silent sigh of relief, I tiptoe towards the door, my hand hovering over the doorknob as I hesitate for a moment. I don't want to disturb him, but I need to leave before things get even more complicated.

Gently turning the knob, I ease the door open, the hinges creaking softly in protest. With one last glance back at Clark, I slip out into the hallway, holding my breath as I quietly close the door behind me. The cool air outside is a welcome relief, and I waste no time in slipping on my stilettos, the familiar click of the heels against the pavement echoing in the early morning silence.

Half-walking, half-running, I make my way outside, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. I barely register my surroundings as I hurry to find a cab, my thoughts consumed by the events of the night before.

"And that's it..." I say to Cheska, the words heavy on my tongue as I recount the details of my encounter with Clark. Her mouth hangs open in shock, her expression mirroring the turmoil in my own mind.

"Oh god, I...I...I don't know what to say," she stammers, her voice filled with concern as she struggles to find the right words.

Before I can respond, she suddenly hits me on the back of my head, causing me to wince in pain. Rubbing the sore spot, I shoot her a questioning look, only to be met with a roll of her eyes.

"That's for losing your virginity to that asshole bad boy," she says, her tone laced with frustration.

"I didn't...I just ...It just happened, Ches. I don't know what to do," I admit, my vision blurring with unshed tears.

"Just avoid him, and if he annoys you or something, just tell him it's a mistake and move on," Cheska advises, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency.

"Okay, I hope it's as easy as that," I reply, my fingers fidgeting nervously as I contemplate the road ahead.

"You can do it, Mia. I'll always be here for you no matter what," Cheska reassures me, her smile offering a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.

As I step into the waiting cab, I steel myself for the challenges that lie ahead. Clark's parting words linger in my mind, a constant reminder of the tangled web of emotions that threatens to engulf me. But I refuse to be swept away by his charm. I am strong, I am confident, and I will not let myself be played again. After all, it was just a one-night stand with a bad boy...