After A Night: Married To A Stranger

"What if I want to help you feel the same way your fiance made your friend feel?" After he heard all her narration in her drunken state, his cold, yet heart melting voice, questioned in a whisper. "Or, should I go?"

Even though he reeked of alcohol, his scent which filled Cassandra's noise, and his voice which resembled her shattered heart, was enough to make her want more of him.

"Should I go?" After waiting without a response from her, he questioned again.

Cassandra slowly raised her gaze to stare at him before she closed the gaps between them.

Her hands made way to his smooth handsome face before her lips parted, "why? Am I not the one who should undress you first?"

Her sexy voice echoed in the room which suddenly filled with tension. Even though she was drunk, the realisation of this moment was inevitable.

She needed this moment to clear her mind. No matter the amount of alcohol she took, the image of her fiancé cheating on her before their wedding, won't just leave her mind.

Neither will the event of how she cancelled her wedding before the guest, and disgraced her family, let her have a peaceful moment. What she required right now is an escape from her harsh reality.

"Shouldn't I be the one controlling your body?" He leaned closely to her earlobe before he inquired, his hot breath on her neck.

Hearing his questioning voice, her heart beat unusually as her body became tense up with desire to have him. She remained silent, giving the playboy a chance to do whatsoever he wanted with her body.

From his voice, she knew he was the type of man who frequents this act. Though, he is precisely the type of man she wanted, and not those men who would say they love her, and plan her death behind her back.

After he got a 'go ahead' gaze from Cassandra, his hands trailed up to her chest. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse before he massaged her small boobs, making her let out a moan.

He added a little more pressure to her boobs, making her tremble. Shivers ran down her at his massage, she had never felt this way before.

The strange man, who already noticed her reaction towards his touch, captured her lips in a go. He gave her no chance to breathe as he kissed her deeply, savouring the flavor of her tongue.

Left with no option rather than to give in, Cassandra wrapped her hands around his neck. She moaned in his mouth at how he kissed her, and made her wet beneath.

This was the first time a kiss had such a great effect on her. Not even her fiancé's kiss has ever made her feel close to this.

As the kiss went on, she tightened her grip around his neck to support her trembling body. Their bodies touching each other as lust burned through the both of them, she felt his half–erected di*k resting on her wet underneath through their dress.

Just the tease made her want him inside of her. Maybe it is the alcohol reaction, she had never felt desperate for a moment like this.

"I can't believe you went wet just by kissing you," the man uttered sarcastically after he broke from the kiss.

She raised her gaze which was burning with desire before she echoed, ''I want you.''

The man's lips formed a curl smile at Cassandra's desire to have him. He took off his fancy T-shirt before he proceeded to unzip his trousers which he pulled off afterward.

Cassandra, who was dying to have him slam her wall, took off his boxer without waiting for him to do so.

"No rush, baby girl," his voice made her slow down.

Her cheeks flushed red as she stared hungrily at his pulsating di*k which was larger than the few she had seen.

The strange man smirked at her eagerness before he closed the gaps between them, engaging her in a passionate kiss.

This time, their tongues were fighting for dominance as they sucked the sweetness of their mouth.

In no time, they disengaged from the kiss, and gasped for air before the man proceeded to her wet vagina. His tongue licked every bit of the flowing fluids which tasted sweet, making her body burn in an unexplainable way.

"I never expected you to be this sweet unlike the others," his words echoed close to her earlobe, making her head ache a bit.

After he was done licking her vagina, he carried her in his arms like a baby before he gently placed her on the bed.

He stared at her for the last time before he slid his fingers into her. The moment he began to thrust his fingers into her, she felt waves of electricity surged through her body, making her release a soft moan.

"F*ck harder, man!"

Just by hearing those words, the man began to thrust deeper, his fingers adding fire into her body. She held the sheet tightly as his fingers thrust roughly into her.

Even though the thrust of just his fingers was a bit painful, she still urged him to go ahead.

"F*ck me with that d*CK of yours," her voice which mixed with moans, and sweetness, echoed through the silent room.

Slowly, he pushed his rod into her, his hands pinning her down before he began to thrust her deeply.

His bulging rod made her feel excruciating pains, leaving her no chance to fight or push him off her. All she could do was moan in both pain, and pleasure.

Even though she was going through pain, the man whose heart was taken away by his dark desire, cared less as all he was doing was banging on her.

After a while of thrusting, he half–yelled at her before he pulled out in disappointment. "Damn, I can't believe you aren't my typical fuck buddy!" He didn't expect her to be this tight, and weak, unlike the rest of the ladies he had made out with in this club.

Slowly, he picked up his clothes before he dressed up, leaving Cassandra who was lying naked on her back.

"Don't forget to use contraceptives," even though he was tipsy, he was still able to think straight.

Slowly, Cassandra sat up after she woke up. She stared at the strange place in amusement with many questions in mind.

She tried to stand up, but couldn't. She felt sharp pains across her underneath, making her wonder what could be wrong with her.

'How the hell did I get here? What is wrong with me?' She questioned inwardly with her eyes closed as she tried to recall everything.

Everything that happened yesterday replayed in her head; ranging from the moment at her wedding, to how she got to the bar heartbroken, and got herself drunk, then begged the strange man to make her happy. She remembered everything.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" After she recalled everything, she couldn't help but question herself angrily.

How is she going to tell her father that she spent a night with a stranger after calling off her wedding?

Contemplating about what to do, she decided to face it head on. 'Not as if I had a choice,' she thought.

Cassandra stood up gently before she slowly walked to the bathroom. She took her bath, then put on her dress which reeked of alcohol, not as if she had another.

She did not spare a second before she walked out from the strange room which looked like a suite of a Grade S hotel.

Cassandra did not hesitate before she boarded a cab to the Has's house.

The drive to the mansion was silent, yet scary. She was afraid of what her father was up to, and her fate as the heiress of their family company. She did not want to lose the company, nor did she want their stock price to reduce in the market.

"Ma'am, we are at Has's house," the driver's voice made her snap out of her thoughts.

She alighted from the car, then paid him for the ride before she headed into the house.

As if he was waiting for her, the moment she walked into the living room, a resounding slap graced her cheeks.

"F...a..." She wanted to talk, but was out of words.

"Cassandra, you are the worst disgrace that ever occurred in my life! I regret having you as a daughter," her father uttered with disappointment laced in his voice.

She stared at him with sadness in her eyes before she began, "Father, why are you reacting this way after explaining to you the reason I called off the wedding?"

"Your explanation? Do you think it matters to anyone? Do you think you can act your ways, and have everything done the way you wish?" He questioned aggressively. "Was your explanation able to prevent the company from the loss we are facing at the moment? Do you know how much the company has lost just because of you? A million dollars in twenty-four hours!"

Cassandra, who couldn't help but chuckle at her father's statements, began, "Father, I don't care what you think, I am not sorry for calling off the wedding," her words were simple, yet contradicting.

How can she be so shameless after the disgrace she made her father encountered?

Her sister, who just walked in only for her to grace the father–daughter's conversation, chipped in.

"Cas, you don't have to be rude. Dad is angry, and I know you will do the same if you were in his shoes."

"Angelina, damn that shoe," she paused before she raised her gaze to stare at her father, who was already fuming in anger. "Why can't he be in my shoes? If you were the one, would you marry the man who planned to kill you, and cheated with your best friend? I am not a fool!"

Angelina wanted to talk, but Mr. Has's voice silenced hers. "That is why you can't be my child! An entrepreneur must learn to risk their lives for the sake of their money, and property," her father let go of his tab before he raised his gaze to stare at Cassandra, who was dying to know what he was really up to.

"I disown you! You are no longer my daughter, and the heiress of Has's group. Your accounts are frozen, and you have no right over anything that belongs to Has's family," he finally concluded before he threw an envelope in her direction.

Cassandra's eyes widened as she watched the man who had always loved her turned her back against her after knowing the reason she called off the wedding.

"Cut ties with me?"

Mr. Has chuckled at his daughter's question before he responded, "you should have put the company first before yourself. If you got married yesterday, you would have been the CEO of Has's group, and I would have gained massive sales internationally."

"Is this all about the money? Are you disowning me because I don't want to die?" Tears leaped to her eyes as she inquired sadly.

She wished this was a nightmare, sadly it wasn't. She never expected the man who once said she was his priceless treasure would choose money over her.

"Cassandra, instead of arguing with father, why not sign the documents, and come back to beg him after he has calmed down?" Angelina questioned with care in her voice, but her tone stated otherwise.

Angelina's words made Cassandra angry. "Lina, you have no right to tell me what to do! You are not a member of this household, the earlier you know your place, and when to talk, the better for you."

Angelina, who couldn't buckle in the anger, tried to talk, but was silenced by Mr. Has's voice again.

"Cassandra, Angelina is a legitimate daughter of this household! Watch her from afar, she will lead Has's group amazingly," hearing this, Cassandra's sadness turned into anger.

She bent slowly before she picked the envelope from the floor. She brought out the document, and flipped through the pages to confirm if her father signed the document- it was obvious he already did.

To their greatest surprise, she tore the document into shreds before she walked up to both her father and Angelina.

"Mr. Has, you will regret ever making this decision, I promise you!"

"Mr. Richard, you have a date with Kay's heiress, Miranda," Richard's secretary informed him.

He let out a deep breath before he let go of the documents he was reviewing.

"If grandpa is doing this just to have me become 'a husband', his plan-"

His secretary was quick to cut him off. "Sir, Mr. Davis is adamant, and I know you are going to like this lady if you meet her."

Richard, who hated being forced to do things against his wills, stood up, and walked up to the man who was

obviously afraid.

He is afraid of losing his job, which is the only source of income for his family of four, and afraid of Mr Davis's punishment.

"Like who? This is the tenth time I am going on a blind date this month, and he still thinks I can get married if he wants that?" His lips curved into a sly smile as he questioned. "I did not want to go, but since grandpa insisted, I will. Who knows if she might be sweet like that weak..."

He paused as if he was taken aback by the lady who made him feel different last night. He had never felt the way he did last night.

Richard isn't the type that will fvck a lady twice, talk more of dating them, but the strange lady from the bar, made him crave more of her.

The desire to make her go wild, and scream his name like every other lady he had come across, suddenly overwhelmed him.

"Sir, did you have sex last night after Mr Davis' warnings? How did you do that without being caught?" His secretary's voice made him jerk off those weird thoughts.

Richard knotted his tie before he informed his secretary, "Bright, I want to visit the bar where I met one of our investors."

Mr Bright stared at him in awe, because he knew Richard would never leave his work during working hours without informing him, except it is for personal reasons.

"Why?"

Richard lips formed a smirk as he heard his secretary's question. He decided to inform Bright to avoid tons of questions, "Bright, last night, I had sex with a lady in the bar suite. I did not use a condom, and I doubt if she had already taken contraceptive pills."

"Someone is afraid of being called 'daddy', haha," Bright chuckled as he teased his boss.

The fact that the both men understood each other more than their relatives could, remains a mystery to everyone.

Some even mistook them as gay couple, except Mr Davis who knew the reason Richard changed into the man he is.

He used to be a kind, caring, and loving man until his girlfriend cheated on him, and made mockery of him. He vowed never to stupidly fall for any lady, instead he decided to chase after their pussy.

"Sir, the car is ready. We should be at the bar quickly in order not to keep Ms Miranda waiting," Bright, who waited for Richard to react to his joke, but didn't, finally voiced out.

"Okay," his cold voice echoed before he walked out of his office, and headed to the car lots.

He made sure to disguise himself to avoid being caught by his grandpa. Mr Davis hated bars a lot, because he lost his two sons, and only daughter there, it was an incident he doesn't want anyone to remind him of.

The moment he got into the car, it zoomed off to the bar where he met the beautiful, yet weak lady.

"Mr Richard, what if she tries to blackmail you by pressing charges of 'sexual harassment'?" Bright inquired with curiosity in his voice. He tried living like Richard, but it almost landed him in prison.

He also wanted to learn how to live like Richard; fvck ladies he likes, make ladies drool over him, and beg for his rod inside of them.

Richard chuckled at his secretary's question before he replied, "she can never press charges, because she will probably want last night to repeat itself. Besides, I always have sex with ladies who are dying to get laid, and not some random gold searchers."

Hearing those words, Bright couldn't help but exclaim in amusement. He never expected the man he knew ten years ago, turned out to be a typical bad–boy.

"Sir, we are at the bar," the driver's voice made both Bright, and Richard alight from the car.

Bright remained standing outside, while Richard walked into the bar which was more noisy during the day compared to night.

"Do you see the woman who I made out with last night?" He asked the manager, giving him no chance to greet him.

The manager who was amused to grace the heir of Dave's family, bowed his head in an inferior way before he began, "sir, the lady went out this morning, and didn't return. I knew you will come, that was the reason i instructed my men to go search for her, but-"

"Did you find her?" His question interrupted the manager who was trying to explain.

"No. She left, and didn't return. Also, my men didn't find her. Maybe she already left the country."

Richard did not utter a word before he walked out in disappointment. He thought he was going to see her again, but it turned out this way.

The moment he walked out of the bar, his phone rang, and the caller ID turned out to be his grandfather.

He didn't want to pick the call, but he had to, because he knew the consequences if he didn't.

'Grandpa-'

'Don't you dare try to sweet talk me! So you still have the guts to fuck some random ladies, right?' His grandpa's loud voice was quick to interrupt him.

He blinked his eyes in amusement about how he found out before he continued with the conversation.

'She is-'

He wanted to explain, but his angry grandpa was yet to give him a chance for that.

'You better not miss this opportunity, and get married to Ms Miranda, or say goodbye to that di*k of yours, you casanova!'