Chapter 3 One night stand

"You are very beautiful and even if your boyfriend really did break up with you today, you please my eyes. What do you say? Let's have some fun. Drinks on me."

A hiccup left Scarlet. She blinked. Before she could get a chance to refuse the strange yet tempting offer, the strange man was already walking into the club. She snapped back and after him, she ran. True, she could use some drinks.

Her steps quickened as she tried to match his long stride.

"Who are you and what is your name?" She asked again.

He didn't stop nor said any word until they were inside the club.

"Fuvk out of the way bitch!" A completely wasted guy barked at Scarlett as he growled past her.

Tall man pulled her out of the way.

"This way. You don't want them squeezing you in here," he guided her out of the people packed hall towards a slightly wide and long corridor.

A drunk man poked his head out of one of the rooms and began to puke.

Tall man lifted his palm and covered her eyes, stopping her from seeing the content of the vomit.

They walked for close to a minute and finally stopped in front of a door. Scarlett watched as her companion easily pushed the door and stepped in.

"What is this place?" Scarlett's eyes danced as she hesitantly got in.

Noah had power and could get any room he wanted in Harrow club but Scarlett doubted he had ever been to a room as luxurious and exquisite as this one.

"Are you sobered up now?" He asked as he poured himself a drink in a glass.

Scarlett's eyes followed him.

"I am Scarlett. Who are you?"

He chugged down the entire content of the glass at a go. Poured a fresh drink in the glass and started back to the cushion.

Scarlett followed him. She sat at the cushion across from him, still watching him. Who was this man? Everything about him oozed perfection. He was wealthy, she didn't need to guess. But his eyes... wild, intense and... and desirable.

It didn't help that he had flung his coat away the moment they stepped into the room leaving his shirt strapped to his extremely muscled body. He looked like he rode horses for a living while commanding a host of armies. There was just something dangerous about him. Dangerous and yet desirable. And she was curious.

She gulped and tore her gaze away.

Don't be shameless Scarlett, you just broke up with your boyfriend. Have some fuvking decency and get a grip!

"Why wouldn't you tell me your name and why did you bring me here?"

"You can have as much fun as you want here. You won't be disturbed here."

"But there's no fun here. It's just us. What fun could we possibly have here all by ourselves?"

The words left her lips quickly but Scarlett regretted it the next instant.

He looked up, held her gaze. "We can make it fun," he smirked.

She held his gaze. But looked away quickly.

Huh...we?..."

He stood up.

"Why? Aren't you curious why I brought you here?"

Her heart skipped. Why hadn't she asked? She got up and darted to the wine table. "I should get a drink."

As she poured the drink, she noted from the corner of her eyes his tall figure approaching behind her. Her fingers faltered.

"What are you afraid of?"

She stopped pouring but didn't turn as she slowly lowered the bottle on the table.

"Is there anything to be afraid of?" Her voice was shaky.

"I could be a killer."

Her throat went dry. He could be a killer and she had foolishly followed him. What was wrong with her?

"So now you want to hurt me after bringing me in here?"

"You think I would?"

He came beside her and started to refill his glass. Perhaps it was her imagination but she felt his hand brush lightly against hers. Her heart suddenly started to pound fast. She couldn't grasp her glass. She heard him move from his position and stood behind her.

He bent towards her neck.

"Don't lie. You want me... don't you? Your body is craving for me but you are not obedient to ask. You want to hold it in but how long do you think you can do that..."

Her legs wobbled. She could feel his breath fan her neck sending her whole body tingling. She wanted him. How shameless of her.

"Just say the word... tell me you want me. Go on.. say it..." he whispered.

He stopped briefly and observed her for a second.

She looked so lovely. His heart did flips and he thought he heard his wolf make a sound.

But the sight before him pulled his attention.

"This is wrong..." she rasped as he began to part her legs. The mind resisted but Scarlett's legs had a mind of their own.

He delicately slided a finger into the well of inviting juice, feeling her moistness urging him on. He bit his lips and cussed under his breath. Her moans and beauty were driving him crazy.

She gasped and tightened her grip around his head.

Her hand found his zipper. She grasped his bulge.

He paused as his gaze found hers.

"I want this now...please..."

He smirked and stood. Pulled down his pants. Veiny shaft dangled out.

"Damn..." Scarlett groaned out a cuss. She wanted to feel the monstrous looking thing before her. But there wasn't time. She would rather it be inside her that instant.

He plunged into her after only a moment of tease in her lower region. A tease that nearly drove Scarlett crazy for a moment.

Hands tightly gripping around his neck, her head fell back as he drove into her, ramming and pounding.

In that moment nothing else came to mind. Not Noah and not her broken heart. Only the fine tall man before her and the bad yet nice things he was doing to her and the high heavens he was taking her to.

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A stir and a soft groan. Scarlett's eyes fluttered open. Her head ached almost immediately. For a moment, she wondered where she was and how she had gotten there. In an attempt to go down the memory lane, a grunt came beside her interrupting her thought.

She looked and next came her flinch.

With a rush, the memories flooded in

Shit!"

"Shit!"

What has she done! Her eyes darted across the room where her dress lay on the floor without any care.

"Damn!" She groaned once more, unable to believe herself. She was no better than girls of the pack after all. Opening her legs for a man she never knew. A total stranger.

But nothing happened if he never saw her face. All she had to do was leave before he awakened.

Propelling herself slowly, she pushed herself out of the bed. The figure beside her let out a soft snore causing her to halt. Her mind flew. She thought he had woken up but he hadn't. She muttered a small sigh in relief and continued her way out.

She grabbed her dress and others and slid into them.

Quietly she pulled the doorknob and stepped out momentarily wondering how it was possible for an almost proper apartment to exist in a club.

But that was the least of her problems as she hurried out. Luckily she successfully made her way out of the club.

All through her walk back home, Scarlett tried not to think about the night, the unknown man she had given herself to and Noah.

She hated to admit she enjoyed every bit of what had gone down with the unknown man. But she chose to dump the memory and every thought of it back there.

"It never happened... I never went to Harrow club and I never met any tall man." She told herself repeatedly.

But who was she trying to fool? Every part of her body would probably remind her of it for how long.

The moment she stepped into the house, irritation crept into her.

"Where are you coming from Scarlett?" Her father asked, stopping to sharpen his arrow.

Scarlett came to a standstill, anger surged through her. It was all his Father's fault Noah ended things with her. He was a disappointment. He shamed her and made her a laughing stock in the Pack. All he did was sharpen arrows all the time. His wolf was as useless as his human.

"Nowhere," she answered curtly. She tried to keep off the annoyance from her tone but failed.

Mr Davis remained calm. He gently lowered his glistening arrow. "I made some breakfast. You should have some. It's your favourite."

Scarlett bit her lips to stop herself from hissing.

"I'm not hungry," she finally said and marched into the house.