Chapter 4 One Night

"Are you..." I gasped when he hardly sucked on my neck before soothing the pain with his tongue. "...sure you don't have a girlfriend?"

Everything went fast, or maybe my focus was just all on him as he brought me to his own penthouse. The moment we entered his room, we couldn't get our hands off each other. In my part, I felt like most of my actions were caused by my drunken mind and the heat that had ignited between us in the bar. At the moment, I wasn't thinking of anything else.

I was sure this would just be a one-night stand.

I was supposed to meet my fiance the next day. Did I feel any guilt for doing this? Not at all. Why would I when Dion Montero was also a stranger to me? We would be married for convenience, not for love. We had never known each other until then.

And it's not like the wedding would really happen. What if he changed his mind after meeting me? Or what if he would just ask Lyna to be his wife instead?

So there was nothing to be worried about.

"I don't," he answered. I moaned when I felt his hand slip under my dress, slowly caressing my thigh. I arched my back when he gently bit my nipple still covered by my clothes. He hummed, looking up at me with a small smirk on his lips. "What about you?"

"I don't," I panted.

"Yeah?"

"We broke up..." I threw my head back when his fingers found my center. I gripped on the bed sheets as he dragged my dress down my body along with my underwear, leaving me completely naked right before his eyes.

My cheeks flared up in embarrassment, but the way he watched me as he kneeled between my legs gave me confidence. He licked his lower lip, throwing my clothes away and started removing his necktie before unbuttoning his black dress shirt.

The cold air inside his room made me shiver, but the burning passion evident in his dark eyes sent warmth in every corner of my body. I watched him pull his shirt off of him, displaying his well-toned body in front of me. He had a dragon tattoo on the upper part of his right arm, a pendant was locked around his neck and hung against his chest.

"You broke up," he repeated my words, leaning back on me and stole a kiss on my lips. My hands found interest on his back and dragged my nails softly across his warm skin. "You broke up, huh."

My lips parted when he pulled away just to run his own through my jaw. He left kisses as he traveled to my ears, his other hand caressed my stomach. It slowly crawled up, heating up my skin more, and cupped my mound.

"Ah, Ron..."

As I arched my back with a soft moan, his lips reached my ears and I could hear his satisfied smirk.

"Then you are mine now, I see."

***

I stared at the ceiling. Nothing could be heard in the room but the steady breathing of the man next to me. It was dark. Only the small lamp on the nightstand was the one keeping me out of complete darkness.

"Gosh..." My hand landed on my forehead to massage my throbbing temple. Every part of my body ached...

It had been a very long time since I spent time with Rey. We're both so busy with work and school that we barely had time with each other. Maybe it was one of the reasons why he was slowly drifting away without me realizing it. Maybe it was me who was lacking so he decided to be with someone else...

But cheating would never be the right choice. If he was tired of me, he should have talked to me. We could have fixed it, or maybe we could have separated in a better way.

I shook my head. Carefully, I rose up and glanced at Ron who was still sleeping next to me. I swallowed hard after seeing red marks on his back, my cheeks burned up. Looking away, I searched for my clothes on the floor that I found not too far from the bed.

Holding the blanket tight against my chest, I crawled down the bed and reached for my clothes. I wore it slowly while sitting on the floor, my back leaning against the edge of the bed.

It's only three in the morning. After what happened between us, I only got a bit of sleep! He kept going and... I was so tired! Together with my hangover, it was like my head was breaking.

I didn't even drink that much!

Brushing my fingers through my dark hair, I stood up without creating any kind of noise as much as possible, and stared down at Ron who's only in his boxers, his face turned to my way. If he suddenly opened his eyes, I would really freak out.

I bit my lip and just looked for my stilettos, while I found my pouch on the sofa.

"Alright. It's time to go..." I opened the door and looked over my shoulder for the last time. He was still deeply asleep.

I didn't have to leave a note, right? It was just for one night. We're both strangers, and it's not like we would meet each other again.

I was able to leave his penthouse peacefully. I almost got lost! I let go a breath that I didn't know I was holding only when I finally settled on the backseat of the cab I had called the moment I exited the building.

I would be dropping off to Freya's address, and I could already imagine her reaction once she found out what I did...

"What the hell!" She exclaimed the moment I told her about Ron and the thing that happened between us.

I told you so.

I was now in one of her guest rooms, almost five in the morning. Groaning, I let my back fall to the mattress as she stood next to the bed, both hands on her hips.

"Since when..." she gasped. "Since when did you learn to sleep around, Cindy Riella?"

"What 'sleep around'? I told you, it's just for one night!" I grabbed a white pillow and hugged it tight, my eyelids getting heavier. "And I won't do it again, don't worry!"

"That's not my point!" She sat on the edge and slapped my leg. "Of course you can do whatever you want as long as you'll be safe, but this is the first time you've done it, Cindy--I mean, sleeping with a stranger! Are you sure you're okay?"

"Ron was gentle. He could be pretty rough-"

"Cindy!"

I laughed, forcing my eyes to open. Freya was watching me without a sign of smile at all. She was really worried, and it caused guilt to rise in my chest.

"I'm fine, Freya. Don't worry too much. Besides, why are you suddenly like this when you've already done this much more than I do?"

"Exactly! We're different, Cindy," she rolled her eyes. "You're not like this, so I'm really worried! Is it because of Rey?"

"Of course not!" I glared at her. "I just wanted to have fun and forget my problems for a while, so I went to a bar-"

"And spent the night with a stranger," she cut me off, raising an eyebrow. "So that's your definition of having fun and forgetting your problems-" then she looked up as if an answer was in the ceiling. "Well, it could really be fun but-"

I smashed a pillow on her face, laughing. "You hypocrite!"

Freya threw me a glare, though a grin appeared on her lips. "Shut up!" She rolled her eyes as she stood up. "You know what, you better sleep! You said you'll meet Dion Montero later in the evening, right? We should get you a fancy dress!"

"Tss," I slipped myself into the blanket. "I don't need to dress up for that man. Just lend me your decent dress-"

"No way! You'll be meeting a billionaire, Cindy! You have to be presentable!"

"It's not as if I'll meet him to impress! It's better if he'd just go with Lyna."

So I could have a peaceful life... Who knew what kind of life I would be having once I got married.

"Come on! What if he's hot and handsome?" Freya smirked.

I stared at her in disbelief. "And so what? I've seen countless hot and handsome men already, and most of them are trash." For example, Rey. "It's not about the looks, Freya. It's 'him' as a person. I've never known him. What if he's worse than Rey?"

Even if we're married because of business, I couldn't imagine my husband having a mistress or fuck buddies! Such a disgrace!

"But you said he 'wants' you."

"That's not enough reason. And that even makes him more suspicious. How can he 'want' me as his wife when we have never met?"

"You're right," she nodded, falling deep in thought. Waving her hand in dismiss after a moment, she walked to the door. "Anyway, take a rest. We'll still be going out later for shopping. I won't take a no."

I only groaned as she clicked the lights off and closed the door.

I turned to my side and hugged a pillow tightly. As my eyes slowly closed, with exhaustion finally taking over my senses, memories with Ron were the last thing that lingered in my head.