One Night Stand: The Secret Billionaire Bride

AURORA'S POV.

I looked at my reflection in front of the mirror as the makeup artists applied light makeup to my face.

The makeup artists, Ms Aria and her assistant Elaine, won't stop teasing me about how beautiful and hot I looked, and I could not help but laugh with them.

Ms Aria applied lip gloss on my lips while Elaine zipped up the white fitted gown that I wore.

The two of them stood behind me and stared at my reflection while I did the same too.

Truthfully, it was not a joke. I looked extraordinarily beautiful, just the way I liked it. Maverick will keep looking at me and no one else but the makeup is not too much.

"Honestly, you're breathtaking. It's not a joke," Ms Aria said, just as if she read my mind. I smiled and nodded.

I stood up and left the room feeling satisfied with my new look. Guests are around but Maverick is nowhere to be found.

"Aurora, I'm done with my work here. I'm going to meet your parents" Ms Aria said and left.

"You look good, Aurora, and I'm glad Ms Aria finally got to do some magic on your face," Elai?e said. I smiled at her and she nodded at me before leaving. As soon as the two of them left my side, I brought out my phone and dialled Maverick's line.

He's not picking up.

What's going on? Is he okay?? Is he not supposed to be here yet? I dialled his line again and he's not picking up.

Without giving up, I called him again, and he picked up the call for the third time.

"Maverick!"

"Babe, I'm sorry, an emergency came up at work. You know I love you. Don't worry you will see me soon" He rushed his words, and I smiled just at the sound of his voice.

He really has a way of making my heart flutter for him. "Okay, babe" I smiled and cut the call.

I went upstairs to my parent's room to greet them. I got upstairs and knocked on their door gently before going in.

Astrid is with them as she snuggles herself on Father. I greeted them, and I got no response from them.

"Is Maverick here?" Astrid asked, as she gave me a glance and I nodded negatively.

"We have organised your engagement party, and hope you are satisfied with it?" Father asked, in a nonchalant voice and I nodded immediately.

I don't know why my father detests me. I have done every possible thing to please them but it was just as if I was hurting myself more.

My father organised the engagement party because of Maverick, who insisted he wanted an engagement party, and my father had to comply. And I was the one that urged him to request it from my dad.

All the clothes that I wore all my life were Astrid clothes. Father had never spent a dime on me, and I could tell that he was not pleased with the engagement party he had organized for me and Maverick.

"Are you going to stay here forever or get out?" Astrid asked, interjecting my thoughts. I flickered my eyelashes and left the room.

What can I do to please them? Why do my family endure tormenting me emotionally?? Those questions ran through my mind, and I don't know when a tear drops from my eyes.

A maid passed by and accidentally spilt a drink on my white gown. The maid scoffed, "Not my fault; next time,, you shouldn't have blocked my way," She said and left.

Well, I don't blame her. My stepmom made them treat me like this, and no one gave me regard in this house.

I felt water dripping on my face and I touched my cheek to see a teardrop. I sniffed hard and went straight to my room.

Aurora, get yourself together, remember you promise you won't shed any tears today.

I got inside my room and pulled off the stained white fitted gown that I wore and wore a white gown. It was given to me by Maverick as a gift.

If not for the gowns Maverick bought for me, only god knows what I would have worn to replace the stained dress. I don't have any other presentable gown. He bought two white gowns for me and I'm wearing the second gown now.

I wore the dress, and it brought out my hourglass shape but it's too tight.

I won't wear this dress again after today. I went out of the room and saw Maverick at the doorstep.

"Maverick" He hugged me immediately and kissed my cheek as he smiled brightly at me.

"You miss me?" He teased, and I looked away shyly. He brought his lip closer to mine and was about to kiss it when I shoved my face sideways.

He grunted and tried to kiss my lip again, but I shoved it in another direction.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Maverick asked, groaning as he placed his head on my shoulder. I looked at him and could see how irritated he was.

"I'm not feeling too good"

"That you can't kiss your fiancée?" He questioned and I looked away immediately.

Maverick stood straight and walked out on me. I ran after him as he walked outside and when we got outside, he yanked my hand away.

"Aurora, what's the problem?? You did not allow me to touch you, I never complained and now I can't kiss my fiancée?" He snapped, and I could get a hint that he was angry at me.

Maverick placed his hand on my shoulder and brought his face closer to mine.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked and he breathed on my shoulder.

"Go and welcome the guest," He said, and I nodded my head negatively. He's mad at him, but can't he be patient with me?

We have been together for a year now, and our marriage will be in the next three months. Can't he be a little patient? It's almost three months now.

"We agreed not to have anything together until the wedding night, and the wedding is fast approaching. Can't you be a little patient with me?" I said, and a groan escaped from his mouth.

"I will try to, let's talk later; I have work to do," Maverick said and left.

"Maverick," I called.

His phone rang, and I saw a faint picture of a woman displayed on his phone screen. He looked at me and walked out.

AURORA POV

After Maverick disappeared, I felt sad, but why couldn't he understand me? I wanted to call out to him and ask why he was busy on our engagement day before I could speak, but he had already disappeared.

Lately, Maverick has been acting strange. There's this number that calls him frequently and I'm sure that was the number that called him now.

I love Maverick with all my heart, but lately, he has been acting indifferent, making the relationship look one-sided

He's not possibly out of love right? He's just busy and my mind is just overreacting.

The guests were waiting, and I didn't want to keep them waiting; I had to go back inside to greet them, putting on a smile to mask my sadness.

The party continued, but my heart stung every time my mind flashed back to Maverick's disappointed face, and I kept sighing.

I greeted the guests politely, even though I felt like crying inside. I moved through the crowd, nodding and smiling as if nothing was wrong, even though every smile felt forced. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of wine when I felt a sharp pain in my elbow, and I turned around to see Astrid gazing at me.

She threw a small glass cube at me which bruised my elbow.

"You're deaf now that you can't pick up my calls when it was clearly ringing, and you didn't respond to me when I was calling you. Do you think you're free from me because today is your engagement day," Her tone was cold and mocking, and I nodded my head negatively.

"I'm sorry," I apologized and she sneered at me.

"Meet me in the dressing room right now," She ordered and strode out. I sigh, cutting some tissues as I use them to clean the bruise on my elbow.

I went to the dressing room and found Astrid waiting for me. She had a strict look on her face. "I want you to find me a suitable dress right now," she ordered sharply, her voice leaving no room for discussion.

My eyes widened, trying to comprehend what she was saying. I thought today was a day of my happiness but why does it feel like it's going to be the worst day ever.

"What are you still waiting for!" Her sharp voice interjected my thoughts, and I began searching through the dresses.

I looked at each one carefully, hoping that maybe one of them would make me feel a bit better. But Astrid's cold gaze never left me. Every time I picked a dress, she would frown and shake her head, as if nothing I chose was good enough.

I worked for what seemed like hours, my eyes growing red and tired. I knew that I had no choice but to obey her, even though every moment spent under her watchful glare made my heart ache.

When I finally brought her a red dress, she barely glanced at it before nodding dismissively. "Perfect. Now, you can leave," she said and walked away.

I wasted time in her room searching for a suitable one and she chose this dress without checking it thoroughly and twice like she did with the previous ones but I'm glad she didn't reject it.

I was supposed to be greeting the guest but I'm here searching for a good dress for my step sister.

I felt my heart twisting in pain as I clutched the red dress. I had tried so hard to do what was expected of me today, but it felt like nothing I did was ever enough.

I gathered myself and stepped out of the dressing room to greet the guests again, hoping that I could find some comfort in the company of others.

But the pain did not end there. When I made my way back into the grand hall, I noticed that my parents were talking in low voices with the Maverick's family. Their eyes met mine, and I could see disappointment in their expressions.

My mother's face was stern and my father's eyes held a look of cold judgment. I heard snippets of their conversation as I passed by. They spoke as if I had done something terribly wrong today as if I was to blame for Maverick's sudden departure. I did not know how to defend myself or explain that I felt just as lost as everyone else.

At one point, my father stepped forward and said in a low voice, "How could she not control her fiancée and let him know how important this day is," as if my feelings were unimportant and that I had humiliated the family.

I tried to lower my gaze and keep my head down, but every word they said made me feel more alone and hurt. I could not understand why the people who were supposed to love and protect me were instead making me feel so small and worthless.

I was forced to smile for the guests and play the role of the happy fiancée. I moved from one group to another, exchanging polite words, all the while trying to hide the pain inside. My heart was heavy with the memory of Maverick's departure, and the fresh wound on my elbow hurt every time I moved.

Every time I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window or a mirror, I was reminded of how fragile I felt. I saw a girl who had believed in love, who had hoped for a day of joy, now marked by cruelty and neglect. I felt like I was watching someone else's life, a life that was no longer mine. The words my parents and Astrid had said echoed in my mind, and I felt as if I was drowning in shame.

A maid approached me with a glass of champagne and I took it from her, gulping everything down.

I held onto the glass cup tightly. And after some minutes, I started feeling weird and hurriedly placed the glass cup on the one of the trays being held by the maids passing by.

"Goodness, what's wrong with me? Why am I feeling hot inside," I pondered as I felt my breath etched, hurrying upstairs to my room and before I got to my room, I felt my legs wobbling, my eyes spinning.

I held the wall for support, and suddenly I felt a hand holding my arm.

"Are you fine, Aurora?" I heard Astrid's voice and relaxed in her grip.

"Why am I feeling weird...I feel wet and strange. My body is itching me," I muttered, and she brought her lips closer to my ear.

"You're horny. Just stay in this room, I'm coming. Let me go and get something that will calm you down," She reassured, urging me to enter the room and I did.

The room was dark, and I felt a big arm grabbing my waist, banging me closer to his chest.

It.... surprisingly felt good, and I wanted more.

I honestly didn't know when I lost control of myself. I grabbed his lips, pulling him all over my body.

His fragrance felt familiar.

Maverick

I shut my eyes as we kissed intensely. He carried me off the floor, as we landed on the bed. He trails his lips all over my body, ripping my clothes off.

His hand paused when it reached my panties line. "Please fuck me, Maverick. I want you, I'm hot."

AURORA'S POV

"What else do you want me to do to you?" He asked me as his finger touched my panties gently, causing me to feel his touch on my clit through my panties.

"I want you to make me feel like a woman," I said. "Make my body come alive, Maverick," I added deeply.

I wanted him so badly and it felt as though I couldn't wait any longer.

It wasn't the normal feeling I usually had with Maverick. We had never done anything as intimate as sex before; just a few kisses and hand-holding, but even those didn't elicit half the kind of pleasure this touch was eliciting.

I knew it was still Maverick.

It had to be him.

And I was feeling this sexual tension towards him because we would be getting married soon, so like I had expected, the attraction and butterflies would come. I loved Maverick Casimir with every fiber in me. If I didn't, I wouldn't be getting married to him. I had also envisioned a picture-perfect future with Maverick. We would get married and live happily ever after while building a beautiful family.

I could barely wait, and so with that, I gave myself into his seductive and arousing touch.

"I intend to do just that," he said.

I made myself believe that it was Maverick's voice I was hearing, and no one else, as his warm breath caressed the sides of my ears.

There was something very sensual about him that I couldn't quite fathom, or maybe it had to do with the fact that his singular touch made my whole body shiver and my head became too foggy to even think of anything.

Then his finger moved my panties to the side and he touched my clit, rubbing and caressing gently.

"Oh, fuck!" I screamed out in delight.

Is this what I have been missing all this time?

The electrifying arousal that shot through my entire body was unbelievable. Never did I think that a man's hand in my vagina could ever make me this weak in the knees. I wanted all of him deep inside me. If his finger could make me feel this way, then I could only imagine how his cock would feel when it was inside me.

He continued to touch and play with my clitoris and I moaned in delight.

"You like it, huh?" He asked, his voice husky and seductive.

"I love it, Maverick...please don't stop," I cried out as he intensified his touch.

I thought I was going to convulse from the insane pleasure that came with that touch. Then he dipped his hand a little deeper into my vagina, and my wetness oiled his finger.

"You are so wet," he told me.

Then he brought up his hand and said, "Open your eyes and look at your wetness."

It was an order that I couldn't disobey, so I opened my eyes and looked at his finger.

"This is how wet I want you to always be for me," he continued.

I couldn't say a word, because I was too stoned with pleasure to find any words. I even wondered how he managed to make a few sentences when all I could think about was the pleasure he was building inside of me.

"You are so tight," he said.

I almost reminded him that it was because I was a virgin, which he should know because this was something that I never hid from Maverick, but then again, my tongue was too heavy to say anything.

"Just fuck me already," I managed to say.

Again, he took his finger back to my clitoris and pleasured me some more until I felt I could no longer take it. As I opened my mouth and moaned, his lips captured mine, kissing me deeply, and I responded without delay. This was the most captivating and sensual kiss that I had ever had, and he tasted...different.

He was a bit different, but I shook off that thought.

Everything between Maverick and I right now was different, and it had to be because the atmosphere was charged up with sex.

He used his other hand to touch every single part of my body. It was as though he was taking his time to get to know my body, and I enjoyed it, because every single touch sent tingles through my body.

When he was almost done and I feared he would leave me, he slid into my wetness, and my first cry was a moan of bittersweet pleasure.

I opened my eyes abruptly and scanned the entire room, but nothing felt familiar. I could feel a throbbing in my head, so I decided to lie still for a bit. Have I been dreaming? No, it has to be a dream.

Where was I?

The room was unfamiliar from what my eyes could catch, and it made me wonder what was going on and where I was. I tried to recall all that happened the night before, but nothing seemed to come to my mind.

My head was banging.

Filled with no thoughts but a dull ache, making me worried and confused.

My hand reached for my body, and much to my surprise, I didn't have any clothes on.

I was stark naked.

What the heck was going on?

Then I felt it almost immediately; a soreness in between my thighs.

I almost gasped in shock.

First it was an unfamiliar room, and then a banging head, then to nakedness, and now soreness? Something was definitely wrong somewhere. I again to remember how I found myself here and in this situation, but my mind went completely blank on me.

I couldn't stay still any longer. I needed to understand what was going on, so the moment the throbbing in my head reduced, I turned around and saw the biggest shock of my life.

A naked man lying in the same bed with me. Hold on, all that happened the night before wasn't a dream?

A stranger.

Then I yelled at the top of my lungs.