One night stand: Sweetie, you'll be mine

Primrose set the wine glass in her hand down on the table, the corners of her lips curling into a very faint curve. The twinkling lights of the bar shone on the side of her beautifully made-up face, combining with a seemingly empty smile on her lips, making Primrose's appearance even more charming. The bottle on the table stopped, barely stopping in front of her, making her classmate even more agitated.

"Okay, Primrose, it's finally your turn."

Primrose just casually stroked the wine glass neatly on the table, listening to the howls resounding around the noisy bar. She looked up at her best friend, Nancy, sitting beside her, her lips slowly releasing words.

"I choose Dare."

Nancy let out a gasp and moved forward to push Primrose's shoulder, her voice unable to hide her excitement.

"So, you want to try some stimulation before meeting your future fiancé?"

Referring to this phrase "future fiancé", Primrose felt even more disinterested. She had spent more than twenty years living a peaceful and happy life. Suddenly, in peace, an uninvited person appeared with the name "future fiancé". Needless to say, Primrose hated this bondage.

Never met, never fell in love. How can you get married in the future? Where did her parents get the confidence to make sure that she and he could live in harmony?

"Yeah, I wanted to let go of a kiss before meeting that damn stranger."

Primrose replied casually, as usual, following Nancy's words and absentmindedly answering. A few small laughs sounded again, but she didn't care too much; she just calmly raised her head and waited for her friends to choose a punishment for her.

"So, how about kissing the first man to enter the next bar?"

Ava, who was sitting on the opposite side, excitedly chimed in, making her proposal. This punishment was just as good as Primrose wanted. She nodded in agreement, then continued to drink while waiting for the next person to enter. Fortunately, Primrose did not have to wait too long; the person she needed finally appeared.

She looked at this person from above carefully. Her body shape and face were not bad-just right for her aesthetic gout.

The silver suit on the body at first glance knows that it is a custom-made item, and the price is not cheap. Combined with the gold-rimmed glasses on the face, it even more exalts the handsome appearance. Primrose licked her lips before Nancy's shoulder nudged her to slowly stand up and turn to her classmate with a seductive smile.

"The goal is here. I go first. If nothing changes, then I won't be back tonight."

A few people began to wish her success happily, and Primrose also nodded in satisfaction, waved her hand casually, and walked over to the other man. The red slit dress followed Primrose's every step to reveal her white legs, attracting attention from other men in the bar.

Joel was looking for his classmate in the chaos when he suddenly saw a girl in a lovely red dress walking in front of him. She looked at him with a chuckle, pretending to be absentmindedly exclaiming.

"Handsome guy, do you want a taste of the sweetness of love?"

For women to come to the door on their own, Joel will absolutely not refuse. Moreover, when the other party is also a beautiful hot girl, Joel becomes even more coordinated and curls his lips in response.

"What kind of love can be sweeter than your lips, sweetie?"

This flirtation obviously hinted at approval, making Primrose all the more daring, and she stroked the hem of his vest without hesitation, clearing her throat on purpose.

"So do you want to taste it?"

The initiative of the girl in front of him made Joel go from surprise to surprise. He ignored the fact that his friend was waiting for him at the back of his head, precisely hugged Primrose's shoulder, and leaned down to kiss her without movement. excess. The entwined lips and tongue made the surrounding air even hotter, and Primrose did not hesitate to respond to him, making the kiss even more passionate.

When the two lips parted, the silver thread remained at the corner of Primrose's lips, making her lips even more seductive. Joel helped her to her feet, his hands playfully brushing her lips and whispering.

"Just kissing isn't enough; do you want to do some more arousal?"

Primrose had never been a reserved or old-fashioned girl, and she nodded freely. After that, the two people pushed the boat and, together, side by side, left the crowded bar and went to a famous hotel in the city. The process of renting the room was completed very quickly. As soon as he entered the room, Joel couldn't wait to hug Primrose tightly, whispering in her ear in a low, seductive voice.

"I still don't know your name, sweetie."

Primrose naturally hugged Joel, inhaled the pleasant, faint scent of mint next to him, and hummed in reply.

"Primrose. Handsome guy, what's your name?"

Joel licked his lips and kissed Primrose lightly on the neck, making her laugh, but his hands were firmly on her waist, slowly adding

"I am Joel. Primrose, you are as beautiful as your name is."

Primrose had heard many similar compliments, but she was especially excited this time and smiled brightly. Joel looked up into her clear eyes, his kiss slowly falling to her soft lips. Primrose also caught his lips, neither of them willing to give in, only to stop when she felt the lack of oxygen in her chest.

"Your kissing technique is really good."

Primrose rested her head on Joel's shoulder, gasping for breath. He just smiled and then firmly carried her to the large bed, biting Primrose's sensitive earlobe jokingly.

"My other technique is also very good. Do you believe it?"

Joel's words did not hold back, making a brave girl like Primrose also embarrassed. She buried her head in Joel's neck and lightly punched him on the shoulder, her voice as soft as a kitten's.

"You'll have to try it to find out."

Joel also guessed that she would respond in the same way, so he did not hesitate to push her down on the large bed. After that, he also leaned down, his lips finding Primrose's lips, and his hands were not at ease but rested on her thin shoulders and massaged. Primrose couldn't stand the stimulation and let out a soft groan, and Joel's confidence grew and pulled her into a more passionate kiss, making Primrose's mind increasingly dreamy. His hand slowly slid down her waist, feeling the softness of Primrose's skin and whispering words in her ear.

"Sweetie, I'll show you what a hot night is."

Primrose soon fell into a coma but still stubbornly teased Joel back, her eyes dimly looking at him and then licking her lips.

"Is it so pompous? I look forward to it."

The light in the luxury hotel room was turned off by Joel's hand, engulfing the four sides of the space in darkness. Primrose couldn't distinguish the direction, just like that, caught up in the pace of Joel, listening to the chaotic beat of the person next to him and letting himself go.

I don't know how long the two of them were attached to each other, but I do know that by the time it was all over, Primrose was too tired to even lift her legs to sit up. She lazily squinted her eyes to let Joel help her shower and leaned back in satisfaction towards the tub, occasionally provocatively biting him on the shoulder.

"If you want to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow, then keep playing with fire."

Joel flicked Primrose's forehead to warn her. This woman had no qualms about it, provoking him again and again. Fortunately, Primrose didn't mess around after that, just resting peacefully against him. Joel helped Primrose wash up, helped her get dressed, and then carried her back to bed.

"Well, is my technique enough to satisfy you?"

Joel repeated the original question, causing Primrose to laugh amusingly, rubbing the hem of his shirt in response.

"Okay, I'm very satisfied. I will rate you five stars."

Joel was delighted with Primrose's reply, hugging her even tighter. Primrose suddenly remembered something, tilted her head to the left, and asked Joel.

"I've just forgotten to ask, what do you do for a living?"

Primrose doesn't want to get involved with billionaires; they're too egotistical and like to do their own thing, at least not everyone she's met before. Not to mention, those people, because they have a lot of money, often like to do meaningless things, like finding ways to meet Primrose after a one-night stand, which is against her rules.

"I'm just the owner of a small car company, sweetie. No need to worry about my identity."

Primrose thinks he's just an ordinary guy with a muscular body and handsome looks, nodding satisfied. Joel then gently laid her down on the bed and carefully covered her with the blanket. He turned off the light again and lay down beside Primrose, hugging her warmly from behind.

"Good night, sweetie."

Primrose dreamily heard a familiar soft sound, just casually hummed a very soft sound instead of answering, and was quickly swept away by sleepiness, falling into a peaceful sleep-a dreamless night.

The next morning, the first rays of the new day passed through the pale blue curtains, shining into Primrose's eyes and making her dizzy. The sharp pain in her waist made her unconsciously recall a hot night yesterday. Her face also flushed red. She hesitantly stretched out and sat up, looking at the person still sleeping soundly beside her. The corner of her lips couldn't help but curl up in an amused smile.

Well, it's not like she's the one she chose, but she's really good-looking. Straight nose bridge, sexy thin lips, and bottomless pit eyes lose the opposite person. The more Primrose looked, the more refreshed she felt. She leaned out of bed to leave and finally quietly left Joel a note.

"You did very well yesterday. I am very satisfied. If I have the opportunity to meet again, I will definitely stay with you one more night, I promise."

When she was done, she left the paper on the table, picked up her bag, and left. At this time, Primrose noticed that her phone had two missed calls from Nancy, and she conveniently pressed redial.

"Primrose, you are finally awake. I told your parents yesterday that you came to my house to sleep one night, solving their doubts."

Nancy, on the other end of the line, saw Primrose calling her and, without hesitation, pressed the button, exclaiming softly. After yesterday's mythical ordeal, Primrose didn't mind at all but confidently clung to the blond guy's shoulder and left, making her eyes widen in surprise as she hurriedly helped him ask his father's permission. mom. She knew that Primrose had a free-spirited disposition, but having a one-night stand with a guy she had just met for the first time was the first time.

"Yes, I'm back. Our date for a walk is this morning. Does it still count?"

Primrose looked at her watch. It was still early to go out. Nancy also knew that she hadn't brought up yesterday's story again, and after confirming that Primrose had nothing to worry about, she excitedly continued.

"Of course, I'm afraid you'll fall in love with that guy and forget that you still have a friend like me."

Nancy's teasing sound made Primrose laugh.

"It's not that pompous. You know, a one-night stand will only end with a wild night yesterday."

Primrose was rational enough to know who to fall in love with and who to make fun of, and from the moment she left the hotel, she was determined to put images of the other man in the back of her head. Nancy saw that her friend was still full of life, so she was very reassured and quietly arranged the appointment time.

"Now that you go back to the house to shower and change clothes, I will drive to your house to pick you up in an hour."

Primrose nodded in response, not forgetting to remind Nancy to ask for the day off. Confirming everything was stable, she casually took a taxi home. Now that her father has gone to work, her mother is busy going to the supermarket to buy lunch preparations so she can calmly enter the house. The housemaid's aunt soon got used to Primrose's usual rebellious appearance, not saying much but only advising her that she had prepared warm water for bathing.

"Okay, thank you, Iris."

Primrose walked upstairs, dropped her bag on the bed, and made her way to the bathroom, plunging into the warm water inside the tub. The steam hovering over her made her vaguely see the kiss marks on her body, making her unable to help but scold Joel for being a scoundrel. When he kissed her all over her body yesterday, leaving crimson marks and smiling unwelcomely at her, the mere thought of it was enough to make Primrose helpless.

She quickly showered, changed clothes, and left the house again. Nancy is a very punctual person. Primrose just got to the gate to see her waiting for her car. She walked quickly towards the familiar black car, greeting it warmly before sitting down.

"Nancy, one day without seeing you, you seem to be even more beautiful."

Nancy pouted, handed Primrose the breakfast she had prepared, and snorted.

Don't flatter anymore, and next time you deal with the consequences yourself, I won't help you anymore.

Heaven knows that although Primrose's temperament is arbitrary, her parents are strict. They always wanted their daughter home at night, so every time Primrose spent the night outside, Nancy was busy helping her get her parents' permission.

Fortunately, Primrose's parents believed in Nancy's dignity; otherwise, we don't know how long this could be hidden.

I already know that. But besides, I don't know how many opportunities there will be to go out in the future. I'm going to have to marry that damn fiancé anyway."

The more Primrose thought, the more disturbed she was. She was celibate, suddenly having to marry a stranger, and more or less had a feeling of resistance. If it weren't for regretting the image of a docile and docile girl built over the years, Primrose would have soon rebelled to claim her rights.

"Is there no other way? In what era is there still this kind of forced marriage?"

Nancy also expressed displeasure on behalf of her friend, Primrose, who could only shake her head in dismay. The only way that could be is for her to make the other fiance hate her so much that she has to cancel the marriage. Then maybe the remaining half of her life can be saved.

Disgusted?

Primrose thought of her parents' description of each other, her eyes sparkling involuntarily.

"Nancy, let's go; let's dye our hair."

Faced with Primrose's quick decision, Nancy's eyes widened for the second time that day.

"Primrose, have you forgotten? In front of your parents, you're a good girl."

Primrose had gone to the end, of course, and could not handle so many things, only constantly urging Nancy to quickly take her to a famous store.

As for my parents, I have my own way of dealing with it. Besides, compared to marrying some stupid person, it's still much better to be scolded by your parents."

Nancy knew she couldn't advise Primrose, so she did as she was told and drove to a major hair salon in town. Primrose had finished her breakfast early, excitedly got out of the car, and pushed open the door to enter, to the surprise of everyone who sat down in the chair opposite the large mirror.

"Hi, I want to dye my hair platinum. Thanks."

Hearing that striking color from Primrose's mouth, Nancy, walking behind, was indeed going from surprise to surprise. She sat down next to Primrose before the hesitant gaze of the salon staff nodded, signaling her to do as Primrose wanted.

Anyway, having arrived at the salon, Nancy did not hesitate to dye her hair a bright red, as striking as Primrose's platinum hair color. If you're close friends, you'll have to bear it together. Not to mention, Nancy has wanted to have a special hair color like this for a long time.

Finally, after a few hours of sitting in the hairdresser's shop, both of them had a satisfactory hair color. Primrose looked at the cool girl in the mirror, almost did not recognize herself, and quickly turned her head to Nancy and stroked her hair.

"How is it, Nancy? Don't I look ten times more beautiful? If I walked into the bar yesterday, I'm sure I'd be the most standout girl."

Nancy nodded approvingly, also enjoying her new hair. Needless to say, changing the hair color made the two of them feel much better. After leaving the shop, they went to a luxurious restaurant to have lunch.

"Have you thought it through? Do you really want to meet your fiancé with such a rebellious expression?"

Nancy picked up a piece of potato chip and put it in her mouth, still not reassured enough to ask again. Although she knew Primrose's personality well, this expression of hers was completely outside of Nancy's expectations, making her somewhat nervous.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm an adult. I can take responsibility for all my rash actions."

Primrose took a sip of the juice, shrugging in response. Either way, sooner or later, her parents would know her true personality, so she just took this opportunity to speed things up a bit.

After lunch, Nancy took Primrose home again. At this time, perhaps the other family had just arrived at Primrose's house. Looking at the strange silver car parked in front of her friend's house, Nancy still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Primrose, do you need me to go in there and explain it to you? Or do you just say that it was my instigation and that the fault is all on my side?"

Primrose laughed at Nancy's carefree thought, calmly patting her shoulder to reassure her.

"I will be fine. This is it. You just go back first. If something happens, I'll call you for help, okay?"

Nancy nodded firmly and said that she would do her best to protect Primrose, which made her laugh even more. Primrose turned to get out of the car, waved at Nancy, and then slowly walked into the house. As expected, the fiancé's family arrived on time.

With an unwavering mood, Primrose took off her shoes and entered the house. She also approached her parents' side with confidence and greeted them quietly.

"Parents, I'm back."

Primrose's mother heard her daughter's familiar voice and was pleased to drag her in and introduce her to everyone. But when she saw the color of Primrose's hair, her eyes widened.

"Primrose, what did you do with your hair?"

Primrose also soon guessed this flamboyant reaction of her mother, just casually stroking her hair and tilting her head with a harmless smile.

"What's wrong with this hair? I just felt that the first day I met my fiancé, I showed up with the most outstanding appearance."

When mentioning these words, "fiancé," Primrose especially emphasized that her mother did not know what to say. Just as Primrose was about to pout a few more words, suddenly from the opposite side came a low, male voice.

"It's okay, Auntie. I'm really impressed with her look; very stylish."

In addition to receiving compliments, Primrose very excitedly turned her head, wanting to appreciate the aesthetic gout of the person who just spoke up. It was just that, until she could clearly see the other person's face, her face suddenly stiffened. Well, how can this be? How small is this earth?

She rubbed her eyes repeatedly to verify she wasn't mistaken, finally having to painfully admit a dreary truth.

The person who had just gone through a crazy one-night stand with her yesterday was the damn fiancé she had been talking about so often lately.

This alone was enough to make Primrose's mood drop to the bottom of the cliff. The excitement of being able to be in front of rebellious parents for once also disappeared without a trace.

The first time she encountered a funny situation, Primrose was confused, while the oligarch, Joel, was extremely pleased. He took a sip of tea on the table and raised an eyebrow at her provocatively. If it weren't for her parents still around, she would definitely step in to expose his indifference.

"Okay, it's happened anyway. You better sit down. Joel's family is here today, so we can meet and discuss your marriage."

Primrose's father was still a gentleman, after all. He helped Primrose sit down on the sofa across from Joel's house. Before many eyes were focused on her, she did not dare to say many words; she only dared to quietly observe the situation on this side.

The atmosphere quickly calmed down, and the adults in the house began to talk about something together, but Primrose couldn't listen because, at this time, her mind was full of images that weren't meant for children at night. yesterday. She bitterly bit her lip, knowing that this shame would soon arise. If she died yesterday, she would not go back with Joel.

"Primrose, are you not feeling well? My face looks very bad."

Joel very skillfully plays the role of a caring man, stepping to the side and placing a hand on Primrose's shoulder and gently rubbing it, his face full of worry. Primrose silently glared at him, the two of them glaring at each other with big eyes.

The families on both sides are very satisfied with Joel's caring attitude, thinking that the two young people also need space to deepen their feelings, Primrose's mother added.

"Joel, yesterday Primrose went to a classmate's house to play, so she's probably tired by now. Can you help me take her to her room to rest?"

What Primrose's mother's words meant as an adult was clear. Primrose saw her mother mercilessly push herself into another man's arms, her eyes turning even more pitiful. Okay, this world will soon no longer have love.

"How about staying at your house?"

Joel asked again. The hands resting on Primrose's shoulders also deliberately used a little more force as emphasis. Primrose also quickly grabbed his hand, as if afraid he would slip his words.

"Of course, I'm very close to Nancy, so I still sleep over at her house from time to time."

Primrose, afraid that Joel would reveal something secret, quickly interrupted. Fortunately, Joel did not continue to make it difficult for her; he just smiled a meaningful smile and followed Primrose's mother's words to lead her back to her room. The little feral cat suddenly turned into a docile domestic cat, retracting his claws. He felt very refreshed.

"Sweetie, you're so cold. How long are you going to pretend you don't know me?"

When he returned to Primrose's room, Joel skillfully pushed her against the wall, pressing her against her shady reproach. Primrose frowned and pushed him away, pretending not to understand.

"What are you talking about? We don't even know each other."

Now that it's just the two of them, Primrose doesn't need to worry anymore, sitting directly on the bed and playing with the phone. The hated Joel did not lose interest and sat down again next to Primrose, burying his head in her neck to feel her faint scent.

"So do you need me to remind you of some old stories?"

Without waiting for Primrose to respond, Joel rubbed his head against her neck and kissed the nape of her neck, his hand unintentionally brushing over her sensitive waist. He looked at Primrose's white skin with many new and old crimson kiss marks, both of which were his "finished products," and his mood also turned into joy.

"Stay away, you scoundrel."

Primrose didn't think that Joel would be such an arbitrary person, hating sitting a distance from him and pouting.

"You already know that I am my future fiance. Why did you deliberately follow me to that hotel yesterday?"

Primrose began to interrogate, thinking that Joel was plotting against her and that she herself was a lamb deceived by the gray wolf. Joel still gently hugged Primrose and explained.

"Don't get me wrong. Sweetie, I just found out about it this morning. As for yesterday's incident, it was entirely my fault that I followed my heart."

"Follow my heart," it was easy to say. Primrose pursed her lips, but her demeanor softened. Maybe Joel wasn't cheating on her; until this morning's meeting, he didn't know who the damn guy he was going to marry was.

But again and again, Joel still lied to her about his identity yesterday.

"Just an owner of a small car company? Our concept of large and small companies is really different."

Primrose repeated Joel's words yesterday in a sarcastic tone. One of the youngest billionaires mentioned me as an ordinary person. Should I say he's humble, or should I say he's dishonest?

Joel looked at Primrose's slightly pouted pink lips out of anger but laughed, hurriedly hugging her in his arms to comfort her.

"Because I don't want you to think too much. Anyway, I didn't know you were my fiancée at the time."

What Joel said reliably was Primrose snorting. If she hadn't heard about his identity from his parents' introduction a few days ago, she wouldn't have guessed that the libertine next to her last night and the billionaire with a huge fortune today were the same. people.

"Your hair color is really pretty. It suits you very well."

Joel quietly chatted to make the atmosphere of rivalry between the two disappear. Primrose could also relax. Primrose looked at him, about to say thank you when he heard Joel continue.

"The platinum color is just right on her fair skin, making me want to leave marks on it. You've just said that this morning, sleep with me for one night when we meet again, right?"

When Joel finished speaking, his hand slowly moved down to Primrose's bare shoulder. Although he was pleased with his performance the night before, Primrose, who understood the meaning of the words "one-night stand" better than anyone else, quickly put out his hand to stop it.

"Stop saying such indecent words. I have no interest in joking with you. It's just a one-night stand between us, and it ended yesterday."

Joel also understood this logic; it was just that his heart was involuntarily a little uncomfortable at Primrose's strange attitude. He kept the same sarcastic expression as before, and he and Primrose exchanged loving glances.

"Aren't we going to get married? Sweetie, we have a lifetime, not just one night."

She was enraged and clenched her fists, unable to take the initiative in the face of this person's hesitation. She frowned seriously and began to soften her voice to negotiate.

"Stop saying superfluous words." You don't want to marry me either. We just have to tell our parents that we don't like each other, and then this damn marriage will automatically be annulled."

Primrose's voice carried some uncertainty. It's not that she hasn't tried it; it's just that her parents are adamant that she and Joel are an absolute match, insisting again and again that they can live together in harmony.

But if this time Joel also responds like she did, maybe there is still hope to change the outcome.

"You think I've never tried it? It's all useless, sweetie."

Primrose's hopes were completely dashed. Suddenly, she had a strange feeling of sympathy for Joel, because both of them were pitiful people who had to obey their parents' arrangements, and not do what they wanted.

"Why don't you think we can come together and turn fakes into reality?"

Joel saw the person next to her with drooping eyes, making jokes to comfort her. Well, Primrose rolled her eyes at him again as if condemning, "Well said, didn't that work for their parents' other plan?"

"If you really want to do it, do it alone. I don't have time."

Primrose refused to show any respect and purposely sat a little further away from Joel. Joel quietly observed Primrose at this time. The girl's face was light and fresh with make-up, in stark contrast to yesterday's sexy, rebellious look, which unexpectedly matched his aesthetic taste better. Joel smacked his lips in exclamation. The unruffled tranquility of Primrose is much easier to see.

"Okay, stop teasing me. I can't change my upcoming marriage, but I promise I won't interfere in your private life and won't forbid you from going to the bar to joke around, okay?"

For the first time that day, Joel seriously proposed. From the moment he heard the unexpected news, he already had this plan and only had the opportunity to tell Primrose until they met. Anyway, he doesn't have too much interest in or belief in marriage. If he is forced to marry someone he has no feelings for, he will just live with nature.

"That's fine. I don't meddle in your private life, and neither do you. We just need to act together in front of our families."

Primrose nodded with satisfaction. She wasn't ready to start a serious relationship with someone right now, no matter how handsome he was.

"Okay, then cooperate happily."

Joel casually extended his hand in front of him, and Primrose freely shook his hand.

He and she chatted for a few more words before turning to stand up, preparing to face the enthusiasm of the adults downstairs.

"We have to get down. Let me lead you down."

Joel politely took Primrose's hand and led her down the stairs, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Primrose also imitated him, putting on a sweet, docile expression and following him down the stairs step by step.

It seems that she and Joel's parents have finished talking and are now showing each other their childhood photos. Joel conveniently led Primrose to greet him and then sat down naturally, without disrupting the peace.

"Since you've held hands, you two are really close."

Joel's mother quickly discovered this change and was pleased to praise him. At first, she was worried that the two children would hate each other, but now that they had gotten to know each other so quickly, she also considered it at ease. Perhaps this upcoming marriage portends a good outcome.

"Don't make fun of Primrose; she's thin-skinned and gets shy easily."

Joel put his hand on Primrose's shoulder and pulled her into his lap, explaining to her how to make everyone laugh. Primrose could only obey and sit quietly in Joel's chest, feeling every steady beat of his heart, silently scolding Joel for being an opportunist. But it can't be helped; the pleasant scent around him made her very fond of it.

The two families talked for a while, and then Joel's family also had to leave. Before leaving, when the two families were still happily chatting together, Joel gently stroked Primrose's soft hair and spoke.

"Goodbye, sweetie. I'll be back tomorrow."

Primrose was temporarily perplexed. She cleared her throat once to regain her composure, pretended to nod calmly, and waved goodbye to him. It wasn't until his whole family got into the car to leave that she slowly raised her hand to her heart.

Beating really fast too.