A Billionaire Bride after one night

Stacy swallowed as her eyes accommodated the whole room. It was filled with way too many people, the music was deafening and the air reeked of strong alcohol and whatever it was everyone was inhaling. She swallowed again.

She felt someone nudge her lightly and she snapped out of her thoughts turning to the only person who was insane enough to want to talk to her at that moment- her sister.

" Stacy, loosen up. Quit standing like some AI robot, please"

Stacy almost chuckled but she couldn't. As much as she wanted to "loosen up", she could barely even move because she knew she did not belong there. She was supposed to be at home, in her study room with her sketch pad designing killer dresses for her interview coming up in barely two weeks, not here in this overcrowded room with people who looked like they had no plans for their lives. What was she doing here again?

" Theresa" Stacy called to her sister who was gulping down a glass of alcohol. What! Was that her fourth glass already? Stacy thought.

" Theresa" Stacy called again. The music was ear-splitting so she had to as well raise her voice because her sister was probably getting deaf already.

" Theresa..." she said, grabbing her sister's hand and facing her, " Theresa, I don't think I can be here anymore"

" What? What did you say? I can't hear you" Theresa yelled like a maniac.

" I said, I can't stay. I want to go home" Stacy tried again, she could barely even hear herself.

" What? Do you want to go drunk? Why then are you here sis?"

" What the...? That's not what I said"

" I'll be upstairs with the birthday boy. Have fun darling"

" What? No! Theresa, don't leave..." she stopped herself just in time to watch the retreating figure of her sister. Well, this was just great!

The last time Stacy had been at a party was four months ago when her boyfriend of three years had called her basic and broken up with her. She was over him, well she was trying to get over him but being here in this party brought back a lot of memories, and as much as she wanted to shut them out, they were taking control.

Joey had been the best thing to happen to her until he was not. Now she was alone, trying to get her shit together. She thought she was doing well but it turned out she was not because why else would being at a party remind her so much of the jerk she had loved with all her heart and make her want to cry so badly? Why the hell was she even here in the first place?

Stacy blinked back tears that we were almost falling. Impulsively, she grabbed a glass from a passing waiter and without checking what was in it, she gulped it down. She knew how bad a decision that was but she needed it. That was what she told herself as she picked a second glass of what she guessed to be vodka. Stacy could feel her head spinning as the burning sensation traveled down her chest. She had always been a lightweight and Joey had almost always been embarrassed whenever she got drunk. Why the hell was she still thinking of Joey? So she picked up another shot of vodka from the waiters who seemed to be everywhere and gulped it down. Now she could feel her chest burning. Her face was getting hot too. Great! She was getting drunk and her sister was nowhere to be found. She had to find Theresa and leave and she had to do that before her drunken self would create a scene.

Stacy closed her eyes briefly and took in a deep breath trying desperately to stay in control. The alcohol was pushing in her system, she could feel it. She had to leave this party soon. With the little bit of strength she still had, Stacy staggered her way through the crowd of people. Theresa had said she would be upstairs with the birthday boy so that was where she would check.

The stairs were less crowded and Stacy thanked her stars. Her eyes were starting to spin, the alcohol was winning.

" Deep breath Stacy. Don't let the alcohol win" she mumbled to herself as she took the first step up the stairs, the second, and the third. She was barely at the fourth step when she bumped hard into someone. She could feel herself falling and then she was not. The hand around her waist felt too real, why did it send bumps through her skin?

Stacy looked up to the person that she had bumped into. She swallowed, for the umpteenth time that day. The face staring at her was intimidating, but it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. His eyes were a deep shade of brown and they were icy cold, probably meant to scare the life of anyone who looked into them. She was scared as expected but she was in his arms also, little wonder she could feel the middle in between her legs start throbbing.

In one swift movement, while she was busy staring at the man in front of her, he pulled her up to himself and Stacy yelped as her hands landed on his broad shoulders. What was that liquid trickling down her panties?

Andre watched her every movement and without being told, he knew he had her enchanted. It was easy to understand why but what he didn't understand was that spark that ran down his nerves as he pulled her to himself. She smelt of lavender, his favorite. And the way her lips were parted was such a turn-on. Without thinking, Andre buried his face into her neck and sniffed. He heard her moan lightly and he groaned as he felt his manhood rise. What happened next was unexpected.

Stacy, coming to her senses probably after feeling his erection due to how close they were, pushed the man who was sniffing her neck as his life depended on it. She almost fell in the process but she managed to maintain her balance.

" What the fuck?" She yelled.

She heard him groan again, low and sexy. What was she even thinking?

" You don't go around using the f-word with anyone you see, especially not me," Andre said, his voice doing no good to the situation Stacy was in dripping for a stranger.

" You don't go around sniffing the neck of any girl you see, especially not me" she fired back, trying to sound confident when she wasn't even half of it.

" You liked it," Andre said.

" You moaned" He added taking a step towards her and her taking one back.

" Well I must say you liked it even more by that bulge in your trousers" Stacy blurted, immediately wishing she didn't.

He smirked, even though that was sexy as hell to Stacy.

" Your eyes went to the wrong place," Andre said again with a low groan.

Stacy closed her eyes and shook her head. She was drunk and if she continued this conversation, she would only embarrass herself more.

" You're such a pervert" Stacy spat as she walked past him. Their shoulders brushed and Stacy felt the bumps run through her skin again. What was wrong with her?

Andre watched her walk away from him, his eyes fixed on the way her hips swayed in the dress she had on. Damn! She was hot! And he was so turned on.

" Who was that?" A voice broke into his thoughts. He turned to see Dante, his friend, the only one he ever had.

" Find out" Andre replied as he sipped on the glass in his hands.

" What? You're making me work today of all days?" Dante whined.

" You asked me. Plus she's hot" Andre said, his eyes searching the area she had walked off to.

" Fine. But you'll owe me one for this"

" Whatever Dante, just get out of here"

Stacy found herself walking round and round without direction, anything to be away from that stranger. Her mind though, was locked on him. This was the first time in four months that she had gotten aroused and thought it was caused by a stranger. He was freaking hot, that she couldn't deny. But it was probably just the alcohol that messed with her system. That had to be it.

Stacy sighed and stopped walking. She had searched the whole house and her sister was nowhere to be found. It was so frustrating. Stacy pulled out her phone. She tried calling her sister which didn't work. So she checked up on her location which they both made sure was always turned on and followed it up. After another long walk through people Stacy almost gave up and then she sighted her. She was grateful, but not until she walked closer and had a better view. Stacy almost stopped breathing as her brain processed the view in front of her. Her sister was straddled by a guy, his hands were grabbing her butt, and their lips were joined together in what was a very hot kiss. But it wasn't just any guy Theresa was making out with, it was Stacy's ex-boyfriend, Joey.

Stacy turned her back on them and took in deep heavy breaths as she willed her legs to move. Her eyes were burning from the tears that were threatening to fall. She was at that point where she wanted to cry but couldn't because she wasn't in the right place and because it was a very stupid thing to do. Why cry for someone for left her four months ago? But she couldn't help it. Stacy doubled her pace and soon she was running through people, eyes staring at her like she had lost it. She got to the stairs which led to the down floor and as she ran down, she bumped into the stranger from before. He had a smirk on his face but when he saw the tears trickle down her face, it faded.

" Are you okay?" He asked, his voice deep but she could hear the concern in it.

Was it the alcohol or was it the pain she was feeling in her chest? Or was it just because the man in front of her was so sexy and she kind of wanted so badly to kiss him? Well, whatever the reason was, Stacy didn't think as she grabbed his shirt and landed her lips fiercely on his. She heard him growl and at the same time, felt his erection. It made her feel good, how her kissing him turned him on immediately. He parted his lips and took control of the kiss, devouring every corner of her mouth with his tongue and grabbing her ass in his huge palms. Stacy moaned, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him even closer than he already was.

What were they both thinking? None of them knew. Andre was hard, his manhood was pushing at his trousers. He didn't know why she was kissing him at the moment but he so badly wanted to take her right there and right then. Stacy had managed to push the pain she was feeling aside just as she had intended. This man was making her drip, her panties were wet and so was she. She wanted him. That wasn't like her, hooking up with a stranger wasn't something she would ever do in her right senses but she wasn't in her right senses. She was partly drunk, badly hurt, and undeniably aroused for this stranger. So she didn't care what she was doing. Not even one bit.

They finally ended the kiss with the two of them gasping for breath. Andre was tensed, his skin was hard and his eyes were dark. Again, he intimidated her but it didn't daunt her arousal.

" I do hope that you know you can't kiss me like that and go scot-free," Andre said with a low growl.

" I don't intend to," Stacy said back, locking her eyes in his.

" You might want to rethink that. You don't want to make a mistake with me"

" I know I'm not"

Without another word, Andre grabbed her hand and began walking down the stairs. He felt no resistance so he knew she was following him. He walked past all the eyes that were staring and glaring at him and walked through the door of the house. Stacy sighed, finally relieved to be breathing fresh air. But she didn't stop following him. His pace was fast so she doubled hers to keep up with him. They finally came to a stop in front of a black car. A man dressed in a three-piece suit came out of the driver's seat and bowed before him. Stacy opened her mouth to say something but kept shut as he turned to her.

" Get in" he ordered holding the car door he had opened. Stacy did so without saying a word. He turned to the other side and got in too. The driver ignited the car and drove off. The silence during the drive was tense. Stacy kept looking at this man throughout the drive. His face was set in what looked like a frown and he barely even looked at her. Stacy was starting to come to her mind. What if he was abducting her? Why wasn't he saying anything?

Stacy opened her mouth to say something again but she couldn't as the car drove through a gate and came to a stop in front of a huge building. Stacy gasped as she took in the surroundings. She barely had time to do that as the door opened. He was there in front of her, obviously waiting for her to step out. When had he even gotten out? The second thoughts were starting to crawl into Stacy's mind. What was she doing?

" What? You scared now?" She heard his voice, the teasing and sarcasm laced in it. No, she wasn't. Stacy didn't say that, instead, she got out of the car and took his hand. He smirked sexily and took her into the house. He slammed the door behind her and glued her to the wall, devouring her lips and not holding back his hands from ravaging her body.

Stacy was having the time of her life under his touch. He wasn't doing anything yet but it felt like he was doing everything to her. She had never felt this way with Joey. He never touched her this much. He never made her feel wanted as much as this man did. She didn't know his name but she knew she wanted him and badly.

Stacy had never been the naughty type, she was never good in these things and most times with Joey had been embarrassing as she never got it right but as she trailed her hands down his chest to his stomach and down to the bulge in his trousers, as she heard him growl and tighten his hold around her butt, she knew she was doing it right.

Andre was losing it. This lady was making him lose it. He wanted so badly to know what it felt like to be in her and with how good her hands felt, he knew it'd be worth it. He knew he was making a mistake. He didn't know her, not her name or anything about her, and yet here he was, so erected for her.

" Wait!" He finally said as he ended the kiss, both of them gasping for breath.

" You're probably drunk and high, are you sure you want to do this?" Andre asked. He was looking into her eyes and he felt weakened in his knees.

" Yes, I'm sure," Stacy said and took his lips almost immediately. That was it. That was all Andre needed. Nothing was holding him back now. Andre picked her up, straddling her legs around his waist and holding her firmly to her, he began walking to his bedroom while kissing her like his life depended on it.

The golden rays of the sunrise shone into the room, reflecting onto the spotless curtains and walls. Stacy opened her eyes, blinking rapidly to get adjusted to the light. Her first action was to look around the room she was in and try to remember where she was. Her head began aching as she made to sit up on the bed.

And then it hit her. The memories of the previous night came flooding into her head. Her eyes widened as she remembered everything they had done, how he had delicately undressed her and how he had taken her afterward. She shut her eyes and placed her hands on her ears. What was she thinking? Stacy didn't exactly regret the fact that she had slept with a stranger but replaying the whole incident was disastrous. She was at the risk of wanting a repeat of that beautiful night with a man she didn't know. Stacy looked around the room, gasping as she took in the beauty of the all-white. The walls, the curtains, the bed, the sheets, and every piece of furniture in the room were completely white, and Stacy couldn't help but admire it. But where was she? And where was the stranger she had slept with?

Just then, the door made its way and a face peeked through. Stacy quickly wrapped the sheets around herself even though she had a nightgown on which she didn't own. The face that peeked at the door walked in with a welcoming smile on his face. Stacy stared at him warily. He wasn't the man she had slept with. Who was he?

" I know what you're thinking. No, I'm not the person you had an undeniably wonderful night with. I'm Dante, a friend of his."

" Where is he?" Stacy managed to say, gripping the sheets tightly.

" He... umm... he had some work he had to attend to so he had to leave."

" So early in the morning?" Stacy asked again, fighting the guts feeling that was rising in her chest.

" He is an early person, but don't you worry, he's asked me to take you home safely, and that I will do," Dante said, smiling warmly to try and dissolve her fears but Stacy looked away. She was hurt. He had just left like that after that wonderful night and now he was having a driver take her home. Typical morning of a whore, that's what she felt like. He was probably used to this, it was probably a normal routine to him. Now the regret set in. What was she thinking to have done this?

" Umm... your clothes have been cleaned and dried. I'll have someone bring it in for you, you'll be directed to the bathroom and I'll be waiting for you downstairs"

Stacy said nothing, she avoided looking at him so he wouldn't see the hurt on her face. Dante got the hint and left the room. Almost immediately, a lady dressed in what was a maid's uniform walked in with her dress from the previous night. She laid it on the bed beside Stacy.

" Where's the bathroom?" Stacy asked.

The lady walked to her right where two glass doors were and opened the second one.

" Here it is ma'am"

" Thank you," Stacy said getting out of the bed and picking her dress. She walked to the door and made to get in when the maid stopped her.

" Ma'am, would you like to have anything prepared for you as soon as you're done? Simple breakfast?"

Stacy had never had anyone wait on her like this and on a normal day, she would have been excited but not today, she was too hurt to enjoy it. She felt embarrassed.

" No, I'm fine," Stacy said and got into the bathroom without waiting for a response. She entered the bathtub and turned on the shower. None of this was part of what she planned for the party the night before. The whole Joey and her sister thing was the reason she was in this position. If she hadn't seen any of that then she wouldn't have kissed that man so recklessly. Now she felt used and dumped. Why did he make her feel so special if he was going to ditch her the next morning? Why hadn't he just forewarned her that he wanted nothing to do with her after that exhilarating experience? He was probably a pro in this. Stacy couldn't help but wonder how many girls had been in these shoes.

She sighed heavily as the water ran across her skin. If he didn't care about her then why was she thinking about him? She didn't even know his name or who he was so it didn't matter if he let her wake up alone. Stacy told herself that it was just a fling and she didn't have to attach any feelings to it. Even though she felt terrible, she was going to get this out of her mind once she was out there.

Stacy dried herself with the towel hung in the bathroom after the shower and put on her dress. She stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. She looked terrible. She couldn't wait to just get home and get into her bed. She had messed up big time.

She got out of the bathroom, sighted her phone on the bedside table, and picked it up. Switching it on, messages and missed calls popped in, all from her sister. Who else would be concerned about her whereabouts? Stacy sighed again and looking around the room once more, she walked to the door and out of the room. The maid of earlier was outside, by the door. She bowed before Stacy and began leading the way downstairs. Stacy followed, taking in the structure and beauty of the house. She could tell it was huge. How many girls had he brought in here? He was rich and picking girls up in a night club was something all rich men did. Now she felt even more used. To think she had thought of herself as special.

Dante was outside as he had said he would be, waiting by another black car. He opened the passenger's door for her and she got in without a word. He did the same too and soon, the car was driving out the gate.

The ride was silent. Stacy waited for him to ask where he would be taking her but he didn't. It was suspicious but she didn't question. She was really in no mood to talk.

Dante couldn't stop himself from looking from time to time into the rearview mirror. The hurt expression on her face worried him. Had Andre spent the night with her against her wish? No! He would never do that. He was an asshole at times but unconsented sexual activities were something he would never do.

" Are you okay?" Dante asked.

Stacy didn't respond. She heard him but chose to say nothing.

" Ummm... We're in your neighborhood, you'll be home soon. I know Andre can be exhausting" Dante tried again. As he realized what he said, he wished he hadn't said anything.

Stacy turned to look at him.

" His name is Andre?" She blurted.

Dante almost gasped. Did she sleep with him without knowing his name? How drunk were they?

" Yes, Andre Rosello. Owner and CEO of AR Civil Enterprise. He is a very nice guy as you must know by now and he's very much single " He said. Stacy swallowed. He was a CEO, wow! But why was he telling her?

" Why are you telling me this?"

" Well, you just want to know something about him and since he was too carried away yesterday, I'm helping" Dante replied.

" Look... he's not the kind of person you think he is. I'm sure if he had his way, he would have been the one driving you home" He added, the last statement, he knew was a lie. But he had to make her feel better somehow.

" Look... whatever happened yesterday was a mistake. We were both drunk and it's never going to happen again so please, stop telling me about your boss or whatever he is to you. If he wanted me to know about him, he would have told me himself"

As she ended, Dante pulled the car to a stop in front of her house. Stacy picked up her phone and got out of the car without waiting for his response or saying a thank you.

" Hey! Wait! One sec" Dante called.

" Here's my card, if you perhaps need something or... wanna talk about Andre or.. anything else. I dunno, just give me a call sometime"

Stacy stared at the man in front of her and then at the card he was stretching towards her, she sighed and eventually took it from him, walking away afterward. Who knew? It might come in handy sometime!