Three

"Sorry." She had lost count of how many times she had told the bloke she bumped into sorry.

Realizing that it was actually her fault when she bumped into him and she has no intention of revealing who she is to, she kept her pride down and apologized.

At least she got herself a new friend to drink with. The bloke sat with her while he sips his vodka, she would asked for that too but she is not in the mood for vodka, hence she ordered a cocktail.

"It will do." She said taking the glasses to her mouth. She winced as the liquid touched her taste bud, she had never tasted the bitter lime cocktail until that day and to say, she won't ever try it.

Grimacing, she finished the cocktail without knowing. She doesn't even need someone to tell her that she was tipsy already but she needed something stronger than that, that was why she came into the bar right?

"Hey." She waved her hand at the bartender that passed her. If not she isn't into teenagers, she would have do him. He looks exactly her type. "Whiskey." She slurred.

He nodded his head at her before he went back to bar station to get her what she ordered. "Are you sure it is not strong for you?" The bloke asked.

She was yet to know his name and he doesn't even want to leave her alone then she assumes he is after sleeping with her, that's what every guy that you meet in the bar is after. A mere one night stand.

"Yeah. Loosing up for a bit won't hurt or are you going to lecture me like my father does?" She questioned looking at him intensely.

She would definitely bang this handsome man here, no way she would let him slip her hand. She fell into his arms, flipping her hair back so that he could have a clear view of her smile or rather face.

"You have a beautiful dimple." He mumbled touching the place that dips whenever she smiles. "I get that a lot, I look like my mom." Her hand went to her mouth, that was more than enough for him to know.

She doesn't like discussing about her mother with anyone, even with her father. "Ignore what I said about my mother." She stiffened, looking at him warily.

Rebecca felt her throat tightened up and she looked away for a minute to pull herself together, she might throw herself at him if he doesn't attempt to touch her.

"Yeah, no problem." He gave her a crooked smile, touching his almost bushy jaw.

Damn, she was done waiting. She lunged herself at him and kissed him, her hands buried in his thick head. She slightly pushed her tongue inside his mouth, gasping when her tongue came in contact with his tongue.

After trying to register what was happening around him, he responded to the kiss. His hand cradled her face in place as he kissed her back with same urge, deep and hard. He heard her moaned down her throat.

They had no idea of how fast time had passed before the bloke broke the kiss. "Your place or mine?" He questioned moving forward to kiss her jawline.

"Yours" she shamelessly moaned. He grabbed her hands and walked toward his car. In the car, Rebecca couldn't keep her hands to herself, she kept on touching him in places that would have made him stopped the car and fucked her with no mercy, well he is going to do so.

They reached his penthouse, not the type Becky lives in. She lives in a mansion rather and alone except for the head maid that lived almost her whole life there.

She watched as he fumbled with the house code because she was clinging on him, he couldn't even concentrate with locks when she was dropping herself on him too much. "Wait a minute."He whispered in her ears and she felt the chills all over her body.

Finally he was able to unlock the door. Rebecca sagged against the door when she entered,her entire body singing with pleasure, her mind in utter bliss and her lips attached to his neck.

Her lips worked their way up his jaw, she trailed the line with kisses while her hands worked on his shirt. He helped her in getting rid of his shirt and in a swift, her dress was long gone. She stood clad in only a pair of Calvin Klein panties and bra, couldn't blame her because she is a fan and has always considered modeling for them since she was a teenager.

"Beautiful." He hissed pushing her on the lush bed. He fell on her and she made room to accommodate him between her legs. It had actually been long since she got laid, so nothing will stop her from doing it that night.

She had seen a naked man before but seeing him naked under the dark shade light made her drip more. She eyed his figure; broad shoulders, ripped torso, strong arm and a lean body structure. She licked her sore lips dry.

She watched him under the dark as he reached for a condom from the side drawer and putting it on with one hand while the other hand played with her shaking thigh.

"Come on, I hate foreplay sometimes." Rebecca said, spreading her thighs wider. He put a hand on her hips, lined up with her entrance and then, pushed in.

Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut as the thick, length filled her up. She hissed when he bottomed out.

"More." Her nail dug into his shoulders as he entered once again, A moan escaped her, she tried to swallow the rest of her moans down.

"Oh fuck, I like it that way. Hard and deep." She murmured breathlessly as the bloke pounded more into her, his hips hitting her inner thighs.

"Yeah, I know you do." He slurred, trying to increase the rate at which he pounds more into her. "Yeah." She said, finally coming down from her highs.

Damn it, it has been long since she felt this good. The bloke kept on chasing his own release, it didn't take long until he got satisfied.

"That was.." she trailed off, looking for the best word that will fit in.

"Good? Best? Or the best you have ever had?" He laughed collapsing on her.

She laughed together with him before sleep engulfed. She felt him growing hard in her but she was in no place to go for another round.

Rebecca wasn't really a morning person neither was she a late hour person, but every moving time she felt like she was missing something.

She'd say her pillow but damn, it was the softest pillow she had ever own. She slowly opened her eyes, trying to register her environment.

"Shit, shit. Oh fuck." She chanted when the memory came down her head. She clearly remembered everything and the fact that he had seen her face, she never gets that drunk to the extent that she allows her one night stand to get rid of her mask.

She stiffened when she was he was stirring in his sleeps, she had wanted to leave without him nothing but that will be bad because he saw her face, he knows her identity and that means she is out to the risk.

He smiled at her, making her wish she could wipe that smile off his face. "Good morning." He said, moving to palm her face.

"Morning, don't get me wrong but it was only a one night stand which means everything stops here." She told him picking her dress from the floor. It was crumbled into a ball at the end of the room and it looked messy but she would manage it.

"Ouch, that hurts you know." He touched the place below his chest, pouting. That his very expression made her hiss, she will blame the alcohol for playing games with her later but now, she has to deal with him.

"How about we do this? You keep what you know about me in this room and I will wire some money to your account. I will pay you any amount you want."She said, trying to at strike a deal. She knows money is the not the solution, but she had to try at least.

He laughed wickedly before he got out of the bed. He walked towards her putting on his briefs. " I don't want your money honey, I have got that already. All I want you to do is to rest for a while before I give you what I want." He ended laughing.

Not knowing what to say, she draped her bag across her shoulders Andrade her way to the door. "Hey wait. No way I will let you go without me escorting. That is not how I treat my guests." He smirked.

She allowed him to do whatever his mind wanted, she was not in her right mind to argue with him. "So bye. I put my card in there in case you need to talk to me." He dropped down to level and gave her a chaste kiss by the side of her lips.

"Fuck off." She breathed angrily, entering the elevator. She kept on blaming herself for acting like a whore with a total stranger and of course, the alcohol too.

Fuck everything. She pulled out her phone to call an Uber, she had left her car in the bar when she hurriedly and shamelessly walked back home with a stranger.

She usually used to have a one night stand but not with a total stranger rather someone she knows already. She gave the driver the address to her house because she is already late for work and couldn't say she will pick the car first, that will have to wait later.

"Thank you." She said as she paid him for his fare. She ambled inside the house, it was awfully silent and cold. It has always been like that for a long time now.

She quickly got into the bath and changed into a new dress that passed her mid way. Satisfied with her look, she went to garage to choose between an orange Ford Mustang and a black Acura MDX. Knowing she has no time to waste more because they are interviewing job applicants, she entered the mustang, she likes the musty smell of it more.

She slowly drove through the almost busy road of New York City, feeling weird all over her body. She doesn't know why but it gave her the goosebumps that something might happen to her before the day ends.

Parking the car, she threw the car key at her driver before walking toward her private elevator. She was greeted by the employees when she reached the last floor. She motioned for her secretary to follow her, she need to know about the interview since it is almost time.

"We have approximately hundred applications, only a few will make it to the final stage." He informed, dropping the list of applicants for her to see. "And I think we employ two of the computer scientists just in case." He advised and she nodded at his suggestion.

The door flew open revealing her father, he stomped inside the room dropping a magazine on her desk. She read the front page content aloud.

'The heiress to SxE has finally found love since her last relationship or is it a one night stand?'

Attached to it below was a picture of her being kissed by the bloke she had spent the night with. She faked a smirk, so that was what brought her father down to the office.

"And? What do you want me to do with this?" She asked, throwing the magazine down.

"I don't know what you are trying to achieve or what you are trying to prove but don't try to mess with my reputation." He warned before leaving her alone in the room because her secretary had long left her office.

"This is bad, so bad." She hissed. She will know how to deal with the case later but now she will give her attention to the interview.

"Damn that bloke." She banged the desk angrily.