Chapter 5. One-Night-Stand

His body close to mine, the heat of his breath on my skin. It all seemed like a dream. To have someone hold me close like this, almost as if they were saying that they were never going to let me go; it was just so surreal.

If you only understood the depth of the emptiness that I have been living with for years now. If you only could feel how heavy my heart feels every single day.

I was almost always lonely; no real friends and no mate.

If only you could taste the agony that I was sitting in when I was at the mate ceremony. I had been slowly dying, each second being there chipping away at my sanity.

But right now was different. I wasn’t worried about being seen as worthless. I wasn’t worried about being seen as a disappointment and a disgrace. 

I wasn’t worried about when I would finally be able to shift into my wolf when everyone my age and younger had already done that.

I was in the moment, which was something that I rarely did. 

“Go deeper,” I moaned as I felt his hard erection thrust inside of me. He started going harder and faster, even wrapping his hand around my neck and choking me as he did. 

He was aggressive, but his roughness turned me on even more. 

“Oh f*ck, I’m getting close,” he said as he kept looking me straight into my eyes, his thrusts getting even stronger with each passing second. “Oh, f*cking Sara,” he said the words under his breath. 

I too was nearing the edge. He was really good at this sex thing, and every movement he made just seemed so perfect. “You want to c*m for me?” I teased him, ignoring the pinch of pain that I felt each time he went into me.

He tried to speak but he was too far gone already, he pulled me closer to him as his mouth made an O shape. 

He then emptied himself and his body shook with each last few thrusts into me.

Seeing him like this was more than enough to make me climax. I grabbed his back digging my nails into it as I came. 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my body convulsed until it finally stopped after a few seconds. I can’t remember when last I felt this way, or if I had ever. 

He pulled out and then got off the bed, standing on his feet and heading to the bathroom. I used the opportunity to get my clothes, feeling a bit embarrassed now that we were done.

I grabbed my clothes from my floor and wore them. He then came out, walking past me and going straight to the bed.

I didn’t expect anything more, he was a stranger to me, just like I was to him. We both had only used each other for sex, and that was what it was; just a one-night-stand.

I went to the bathroom, got cleaned and then headed to bed. I could leave now but it was late and I was tired. 

So I laid right next to him and covered half of my body with the duvet, my dress still on me. I had no idea who this guy really was, but I don’t think I needed to.

It was just sex. 

Even if I wanted it to be more than that, he was rich and very good looking, I was not the kind of girl he’d date. So yeah. 

Sleep soon stole me away, and when I woke up, the sun was not up yet. The alarm clock next to the bed said that it was five in the morning.

I knew that I could stay a bit longer and wait until daylight to leave, but I didn’t want anyone to see me leaving.

I didn’t regret last night, I needed it. But that doesn’t mean that I wanted the world to know what I had done. So I got off the bed, found my shoes and wore them.

“Giveon,” I whispered his name as I tapped his shoulder gently. He was a light sleeper because his eyes fluttered open in seconds.

He looked taken aback at first, but that look cleared from his face soon. “Are you okay?” He sat up on the bed. 

“I need to leave.” The very thought of the text message that my mom had sent me last night was even more motivation to get back home as soon as I could.

“Right now?” He glanced at the alarm clock before looking back at me. “It’s five in the morning, Sara.”

My name coming from his mouth made my heart skip a beat. I was impressed that he still remembered it, but maybe he just had a good memory.

I shouldn’t try to think too deeply into it. I hated that I romanticized almost everything. But it was just the way I was, I couldn’t help it. 

“Yeah, I need to get back home.” I hooked some of my hair behind my ears.

“Sure,” he sighed the word out before dragging himself from the bed. He had a boner but I quickly looked away.

After wearing his clothes, he handed me one of his hoodies and even though I didn’t want to take it, I knew it would be cold outside at a time like this.

He led me out of the mansion and even offered to have a driver take me back to my house. I declined at first but he kept insisting, and honestly, I needed the ride.

My house was an hour from there, and I had no money for a cab or anything. I was an omega, the little that I had was already budgeted to help me go to my classes throughout the week. 

Once inside of the car, Giveon bid me goodbye and I was driven out of the compound, knowing that it was probably the last time I would ever get to see him again.

As I sat in the back of the vehicle, I was worried.

The text from my mother kept playing in my head like a broken record. I had no other family that I could stay with. I didn’t have friends either. 

“Please,” I whispered a prayer to the Moon goddess. I really hope that my mom didn’t let her anger get the most of her. 

After a short while, we arrived and the car came to a stop. I told the driver thank you and got down. I watched him drive away and then I turned and started to walk towards the house slowly.

After a few steps closer, I stopped. 

My heart dropped and I swallowed hard as I saw my clothes and other things scattered at the side of the house. 

“Sh*t” I cursed under my breath as tears filled my eyes. “Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!” I pulled on my hair as the hot tears spilled from them. 

I was f*cked.