Claimed after a one night stand

Ivy opened her eyes slowly and was forced to close it again. It felt like her head would split into many pieces. She groaned and tried again. Unfamiliar ceiling, she turned her head, unfamiliar curtains... 'Where am I?' She thought as she tried to pull herself up. 'Geez...' She groaned again. What was happening to her body? It's like being run over by a truck. Even tho she doesn't know how it feels to be run over by one. Her whole body aches like hell! She managed to sit up on the bed that felt too soft which made her realize she wasn't in her room.

'Where am I?' She asked herself once again and held her head. The headache was killing her. She lifted one of her legs and the moment it touched the ground...

"Fuck!!!" She exclaimed loudly. "What have I done?!" She asked herself as images from yesterday came flooding back to her.

She was in the club with her friends. They had forced her to go claiming it would make her forget. Her boyfriend of six years had told her he had fallen in love with another girl. He had thrown away six years of her life. Just like that. She had thought they were both planning a future together. She had added him to all of her plans. What made it worse was the fact that she had given him all of her life savings so that they could rent an apartment in a new housing estate that had just been completed. He had claimed they would live there after their. Wedding. What a piece of shit! She had done everything he wanted. Yet, he claimed he had fallen in love with another woman.

Her friends being the people they were, made her dress up. They were happy he was out of her life but, he had left her stranded. She was now broke. They claimed he turned her into who she wasn't. Her dressing had changed because he claimed she wasn't dressing up like someone who was willing to commit. Yesterday, they had rummaged through her wardrobe and taken out one of her dresses which she hadn't worn in years. She had not partied with them for a very long time so when they got to the club? She had let loose.

She could remember dancing with her girls and she had taken alcohol. She had stopped taking it for years and it had woken up her sleeping side. They'd urged her to have fun and that was what she had done. Maybe too much fun.

While they were dancing, she had excused herself. She was going to use the restroom. She felt like throwing up. As she was finding her way there, she could remember seeing a Greek god.

"Wait..." She exclaimed loudly. "Did I jump on him?!!" She shouted as she stood up from the too-comfortable bed. "Ivy... What the hell have you done!?" She asked herself. In her state of panic, she had failed to notice the man sleeping beside her. She didn't even know he had been watching all of her actions. With his keen almost brown cat-like eyes.

"Ivy!!!" She lamented as she used her hand to arrange her hair a little. She realized at that moment that she was wearing a white shirt. The very long hand had been rolled up so that it could fit a little. She saw her bag and phone on the bedside table and rushed to take them.

"Good! It's still early." She said when she saw the time was just a few minutes to seven. And it was a Saturday, meaning very few people would see her. She had to leave. Pulled the shirt down and it was up to her mid-thighs. That's long enough. She told herself and walked to the door. She opened it and walked out.

She wasn't even in a hotel. This looks like someone's house. At least he had the sense to take her to his house and not some hotel room. She was in too much of a hurry to notice that there was someone who was watching her as she left the house.

Chris had watched her leave. She looked too cute when confused and he didn't want her to notice him so, he had been quiet the whole time she was panicking. She had run to him last night and refused to let go. He had gone to sort out a business deal at The Queens Club. Usually, he would be there to just drink and maybe allow one or two strippers to take care of his urges. But yesterday had been different. He wasn't feeling like it.

The girl who was dancing in a very short red gown had caught his attention. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He had seen her the moment she walked in with two girls and a guy who had dyed his hair a bright pink color. They had gone to the bar, taken shot after shot till he could see that they were all getting drunk. They had pulled the red-dressed, blued-eyed girl onto the dance floor and the moment she started to roll that small waist of hers, his interest had been piqued. He followed her every movement with his eyes. He wanted her. Not to satisfy his urge but he wanted to bury himself deep within her. He wanted to feel that ass that she was shaking. He wanted to hold it and feel it was as soft as it looked from afar. She was a walking piece of temptation. He couldn't say or pinpoint why he was so interested in her. He had seen his fair share of women and he had never been so lost staring or wanting them. What could be so different about this girl be was looking at? One thing was certain tho__ he wanted her in his life. Not only for the sex of course but he wanted her in his life. Every single damm day. He was about to go to her when he saw her whispering something to her friend and walked away. He got up, went out of the private room, and followed her. From the direction she took, he knew she was going to the restroom so, he just decided to walk to her. He saw her walking from left to right and he felt the urge to just pick her up and walk out of the club.

It felt like the universe was on his side when their eyes locked and he saw her hop to him. He didn't say anything or try to stop her. He had to hold her to stop her from falling on her face. She smiled at him and said. "Let me take you home. What you say?" What was he supposed to say? Of course, he agreed.

He picked her up and walked out of the club through the VIP passage. He took her into his car and she refused to get off him. It took all his willpower not to ravish her in his car. He urged his driver to drive fast. Not to a hotel but his house. She asked to take him but, he took her home instead.

When they got to his house, he got out of the car with her straddling him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as she tried to kiss him. She had been trying to open his buttons but, he had used his last bit of control to stop her. He also wanted to get her out of her red gown and make her moan underneath him while he takes her over and over again. He felt impatient but he didn't want to take her like that.

He wants to feel her lying underneath him on his bed. Not just anywhere but his own room. He just knew she wasn't someone he wants to spend just a night with he wants more than that but he would have to take it a step at a time. Tonight first. ''Everyone of you should leave and don't come back here till tomorrow morning." He ordered his head guard. He wanted the whole house to be empty. He didn't want to risk anyone hearing her moan because he planned to make her moan badly. He was acting selfish with everything concerning her. He wanted all of her to himself.

He took her straight into his room. He didn't even wait to lock the door before succumbing to his desire. He finally got a taste of her lips. Gosh! He could become addicted to her if he wasn't careful. She moaned in pleasure as they kissed and that just fueled his hunger. He wasted no time in taking off her clothes. He laid her down on the bed and she pulled him down with her. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing to her. She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and when she couldn't get anyone undone, she groaned in frustration. "Get these clothes off" She had commanded and he had obeyed. He took off his shirt and trousers and when he came back on top of her, he was fully naked and she had also taken off her bra and panties. She was fully naked before him. Gosh! What a fine work of temptation. He appreciated and proceeded to ravish her. He couldn't remember how many times she had climaxed. He had taken her over and over again till she slept off. He had never felt so out of control in his entire 27 years of life. He had lost It and just wanted to be inside her. He didn't want to stop.

After she had fallen asleep, he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He came back out with a wet towel and cleaned her up as well. He wore her one of his new boxers and put his shirt on her. The sleeves were too long so he had to roll it up for it to fit. He laid down beside her and drifted to sleep. The next time he opened his eyes, it was to see her looking disheveled and sexy in his shirt. In her confused state, she didn't even see him. He watched her take her phone and bag and leave the room. He knew that the workers and guards would be coming back at that moment and he didn't want to make her feel awkward so he went out of his room after her.

A few minutes after she had walked out, he called in his PA and gave an order. "Follow her. I want to know everything about her." He didn't have to wait long before he got everything he needed to know. "Get the car ready. We are going out." He ordered and went back into his room to get dressed. A few minutes later, he left the house.

Ivy got home still in a daze. She had managed to recollect more of what had happened the previous night and she was so shocked at herself. Why would she have had sex with a random stranger the first day she met him? Was she crazy? She thought to herself as took out her keys and opened the front door. She lived in a three-bedroom apartment with her friends. Twins actually Gianna and Gemma. She had met them when she was eighteen and had just been fresh out of the orphanage. They had stuck together since then. The twins and her had come to LA for college. While she was looking for how to go about their life. Walking into the house, she saw that they were all at home. Not just the girls but Lincoln as well. He has been friends with her since she could remember. They had grown up together in the same orphanage. She first of all kicked Lincoln's legs to wake him up and then went to shake the girls awake. "Y'all should better wake up while I am being nice." She said as they all woke up.

"Woah!!! Look who showed up!" Lincoln said while trying to clear his eyes.

"Yeah, you should just let the rest of us sleep in peace..." Gianna said with a yawn.

"Wait, so you guys knew I didn't come home with you and didn't bother to look for me?" Ivy asked in exasperation. "This is what I get for trusting you all with my life'' she added and took a seat beside Gemma who still had her eyes closed.

"We should be the ones complaining here. You left us first. Don't you remember?" Gemma spoke.

"What do you mean?" Ivy asked. What other crazy thing had she done?

"Do you even know who the man you spent the night with is?'' Gianna asked

"I bet she doesn't. If she did, she wouldn't be back so soon. She would probably still be there trying to get his attention." Lincoln added.

"Do you guys know who he is? I didn't even bother to check. I practically ran out of his house." Ivy said with a sigh. She could have at least checked to see who she had spent one of her best nights with. Yes, she had to admit. She could remember most of what happened but not all. The sex was amazing. He had given her what she had never felt.

"Really!? Is this still our friend? Don't tell me you don't know he is CHRIS EVANS!" Giana said with emphasis on the name.

"Which Chris Evans?" Ivy asked.

"The same Chris Evans that you are thinking of. You were glued to him when we found you. We tried taking you off him but you wouldn't have it. He even had someone bring us all home...'' Gemma explained.

"Don't tell me I just had the best night of my life with him!! How could that happen!?" Ivy said. Never in a million years would she have imagined herself and Chris Evans spending an hour together talk more of a whole night.

"Stop being so shocked and just give us the juicy juice... How was it? Did he make you scream? Is he as good as we think he should be? Come on and tell us already!!" Gianna pressed for gossip. Which is Normal. Chris Evans is someone that his name would always appear on the entertainment news. He could be considered one of the richest men in the world. At 27, he had managed to grow his family's company from a group to a chain. People claim he took over when he was just seventeen years old but he had made his first public appearance when he was twenty years old. He was also rumored to be a playboy. Today, he would attend an event with one lady in tow and tomorrow he is with a supermodel or a big-name actress.

Ivy was still in shock, and regret. She should have taken one good look at him. At one time, he had been her crush. He was, and still is her celebrity crush. She should have stuck around his house till she saw who she had spent the night with. She was in a haste to run away that she had missed out on talking to him. 'Maybe breaking up was for the best then.' She thought. Her friends were all watching her, waiting for her to give them the gossip they wanted to hear. "I need to beat myself up..." She was saying when they all heard a knock on their door.

"We'll talk more about this... Let me get the door." Lincoln said as he stood up and went to answer the door. "Uhm... Ivy... I think you should come here right now!!" He shouted the moment he opened the door.

"Who could that be?" Ivy asked as they all rushed to see who had come looking for Ivy so early in the morning.

"Holy hell!!"

"This must be my lucky day!!" The twins exclaimed at once. Ivy was frozen to the spot. It was none other than Chris fucking Evans.

"Holy hell!!"

"This must be my lucky day!!" The twins exclaimed at once. Ivy was frozen to the spot. It was none other than Chris fucking Evans. He was standing outside their door. Ivy couldn't help swallowing nothing. He looked like a fine sculpture standing there. What was he even doing at her house? She didn't want to believe he was here for her.

"I take it that you all know why am here?" They heard him say and that pulled them out of their trance.

Lincoln moved out of the way and ushered him inside "Please come in." While the twins rushed to pick up their scattered bags and shoes.

Chris felt like snapping the head of the guy who had opened the door. He knows who he is. He is Ivy's childhood friend. According to the information he had gotten, she lived with two girls who are twins and from Australia. Why then is he in their house so early in the morning? He was still contemplating on how to kill him when he saw the person he came for. Ivy Blaze. She was still putting on his clothes and that was more than enough to kill whatever devil was waking up in him. He was ushered into the house but the only thing of interest was the girl staring at him. She had not said a word since she saw him. She looks even better. Is it possible for someone to keep getting more attractive and beautiful by the minute? He wished he could just pick her up and hide her where only he would find her. Such a perfect creature. She wasn't very tall. Very long hair that was almost at her waist and her eyes. What color was it? He would have said they were dark blue last night but now, they looked like sky blue. Her eyes looked so bright he felt his world lighten up. He didn't want to take his gaze further down or he might really pick her up. "Cat got your tongue?" He asked her when he got to her front.

"Uhmm... Hi... I mean, good morning... No, I mean. Who? Sorry, how may I help you?" She stammered. She didn't even know what to say with him standing so close to her.

"Well, you could start by taking responsibility," Chris said with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Responsibility for what?" Ivy asked.

"For taking advantage of me. Don't you remember?" He said to her. They had both forgotten that other people were in the room. They could only see themselves and no one else.

"I don't remember anything," Ivy said while averting her gaze. She needed to look anywhere else but at him. Looking at him was making her lose her senses.

"If you don't remember how you jumped on me and clinged onto me last night at the club then, I might have to say you have bad manners.'' He whispered...

Ivy could feel heat surging into her face. "I was drunk..." She said while averting her gaze. He was looking at her too intensely and it was making her blush line hell. 'Control yourself Ivy' she said to herself.

"Well, you have bad manners when drunk I must say. You took advantage of me and now, you must take responsibility." He said and moved closer to her.

Ivy could feel herself go weak in the knees. How is she supposed to take responsibility for him? It's supposed to be the other way around. She was drunk and he had taken her home. "It should be the other way. I woke up in your house and on your bed.!" She said and finally remembered that her friends were there. She turned back to look at them but found that they were the only ones there. What kind of friends were they? How could they just abandon her like that?

"That's also your fault. You wouldn't get off me. You even refused to go with your friends and you kept seducing me. What was I supposed to do?" He asked.

Ivy knew he was right about that but why should she take the blame? "You could have resisted. Why did you have to fall for it?" She asked while crossing her arms under her boobs.

'Gosh, what a tease she is.' Chris thoughy. Her movement did something to him. "I am human. What do you expect? When a beautiful lady like yourself teases me, I can't control myself." He said with a shrug. "Anyways, that's not why I am here."

"Then why are you here?" Ivy asked.

"I came to let you know that you are now mine. That's the only way you can take responsibility. You Are not allowed to go near other men." He said to her. He wanted to tell her that he was there to take her with him but changed his mind at the last minute. Why? He wasn't someone who would not say what was in his mind. He never cared how it would sound to others. He just did what works best for him. This girl was bringing out parts of him that he found strange.

"What do you mean? We just spent a night together and it should mean nothing. You have been with many women! Do you ask them all to take responsibility?" Ivy asked. What kind of logic was that? Why would he come all the way to her house just to sprout nonsense?

"I choose every other woman that has ever touched me. But you my dear kitten, are different. You chose me. I didn't choose you. That's why your case is an exception." He said. He couldn't help himself anymore so he used his thumb to caress her lower lip.

Ivy could feel a shiver run down her spine. She wasn't cold. It was his touch. How could he have such a strong effect on her? "You..."

"You have nothing to say. Think about it. You'll be hitting the jackpot. You get a handsome man, who is wealthy and you get to live in a very big house. In order words, you'll become a queen." He said to her. He was trying to make her see reasons why she should follow him.

"What are you talking about?" Ivy asked in confusion. 'Is this the no-nonsense billionaire' he is rumored to be very cold. Doesn't talk to take shit and is a genius. How come what she is seeing is different from what she has heard or read about him?

"Don't tell you you don't understand me. I am telling you that I won't leave here without you. You'll move in with me, you can't have another man in your life." He said.

"Just because we spent a night together? What are you? A baby?" She asked. "These things happen to people all the time and that wasn't a reason to get married. You don't expect me to just move into your house. As what? Your girlfriend? Your wife? What would people say?" She almost screamed at him.

She had just gotten out of a bad relationship. Getting entangled with another man wasn't her plan. She had only gone out to forget. Now, she was having trouble understanding this piece of fine art standing in front of her. Not just anybody but the top of the top. He was at the peak of the food chain.

"You could become my wife if you wish. How about that?" Chris asked while staring into her eyes.