A Night With Mr Lawson
Christabel Oghenekevwe · Ongoing · 140.6k Words
Introduction
She had a hot night with a strange man under the influence of alcohol. Just one night that changed her life forever. What happens when the stranger she thought was a host wants more than just a night with her?
"I want him!" She squealed, pointing a well-manicured finger at the god of a man.
There were gasps in the room as everyone gawked at the woman who dared to point a finger at the stranger.
She obviously didn't know who he was, otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to alter the words that came out of her mouth.
"I said, I want him!" She repeated even louder than before.
"Madam, I think you should sit down and continue your drink. You're digging your own grave!" The waiter whispered.
"Oh shut up! I want him and I will get him!" She screamed again, ignoring the waiter's warning.
Her loud voice finally got the attention of the mysterious man. He looked around him and noticed that the beautiful drunk woman was indeed pointing at him.
"I said I want him! He is the host!" She was saying.
A wicked smirk curled up the mysterious man's lips as he observed Aria. She would make a good meal for the night.
"Go bring me that woman." He whispered to one of his men.
Chapter 1
It was night time and life was just starting in the city. The lights from the numerous bars and clubs shone and danced in a beautiful ambiance decorating the streets.
At one corner inside the Splendour Vouge bar, the drunken Aria, was gulping heavily on alcoholic drinks. An action she decided to do to wash away her pains.
Taking tens of bottles of strong alcohol was he only way she knew to wash off her sorrow. But it wasn't working. The pain was just too much for alcohol to cleanse. The bitter sweet taste of the strong drinks did nothing to numb away the throbbing pain she felt in her heart.
Fuck!
It was hurting too much. She needed more bottles!
Her eyes were bloodshot, not from just the over flow of alcohol in her body but from the tears she had shed. She had cried so much, she started begging herself to stop.
People in the bar gave her strange looks for she was the only person drinking and crying. She also didn't dress as expensive as they did.
"W-waiter!" She called, the words slurring.
The waiter looked at her wearily. He couldn't understand how such a beautiful woman like her was drowning herself in alcohol.
"Waiter! Waiter!" She called, whining like a child.
"Yes ma'am!" He responded quickly before Aria could attract the manager.
"B-ring me mo-re b-ottles! I want- I want more bottles!" Aria's vision was starting to spin. In fact she was moving unsteadily on the couch she sat. She knew the alcohol she had taken was enough but she didn't want to stop. She needed the strong liquid to numb her pain.
The waiter stood confused, he didn't know if it was safe to bring more bottles to this woman. She looked like she would fall off at any moment.
"A-re you b-ringing it or not!" Aria snapped, seeing that the waiter wasn't moving.
Once again, the poor man, didn't want to get into trouble with his manager. So he gave in to Aria's demand and went ahead to serve her more bottles of the strong drink.
"Good, very good boy you are." She slurred, praising him with a smile.
She unsteadily snatched one of the bottles from the table and placed it to her lips, allowing the cold liquid to flow down her system. Her head moved back and forth and her vision got even more hazy.
"Madam don't you think you should head home now? This place isn't safe for you," the waiter said hoping that little pep talk would get her to stop taking so many drinks and head on to her house.
Though the waiter only meant to send Aria off as quickly as possible, the Splendour Vouge Bar was truly a dangerous place for a beautiful woman to come drinking alone. It was the best in the city with fancy requirements and very expensive servings. It was a place meant for the richest and higher people in the society. Anyone who wasn't in their class was either treated as a pauper or a prostitute.
Aria wasnt a part of the high class but her broken heart had led her straight to the doors of Splendour Vouge Bar.
"What are you saying to me? Huh?" She furrowed her brows, glaring angrily at the waiter.
She knew that she didn't belong in this kind of place and that she might be taken for a prostitute or worst, but she didn't care and she most definitely didn't need a waiter to be telling her that!
"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to sound offensive. I'm just trying to help you before the wolves feed off you." The waiter tried to explain to her; but Aria was too drunk to understand the danger she was puting herself in.
"Will you shut your mouth up! If you don't want to lose your job!" She screeched gaining the attention of some of the patrons at the bar.
She wiped off the dried tears from her face and gulped down more alcohol from her bottle. "Now, tell me... I want a host. A handsome and eye-catching one," she slurred, smiling dreamily to the waiter.
"I'm sorry madam but there're no host for today." The waiter said.
"No host!" She shouted clicking her tongue.
How could there be no host in a place as big as the Splendour Vouge Bar! Since the alcohol wasn't helping, she thought she could get some fun here with the men. She was utterly disappointed by the news the waiter gave to her.
"You know what? This place should not be called Vouge but yarh!" She snapped grabbing the second bottle.
The waiter rolled his eyes in frustration. "Ma'am I'd advise you take a break and go home."
"Blah blah blah!" She sang, turning her eyes to scan the patrons in the bar for the first time.
Just as she was getting bored, the door opened and a man wearing a black suit walked inside with some other men trailing behind him. He had high cheek bones with a chest so broad he could wrap Aria with one palm. He was just the kind of masculine escort she needed. His presence caused a stillness to cover the whole bar as everyone turned to him. Even the ranting waiter had stopped talking.
The other men in the bar felt ashamed of their own looks. Women wished he could look at them but the tall man, walked confidently to the bar. His sparkling sea blue eyes captivated Aria. He was like a god emitting a strong aura that enslaved everyone to his charm. No one compared to him in that room.
Aria's eyes widened as she staggered to her feet and did the unthinkable.
The mysterious man had to be the one she would take home. He couldn't escape it. His perfect body would be just perfect to numb her pain and make her throbbing heart return to normal.
"I want him!" She squealed, pointing a well manicured finger to the god of a man.
There were gasps in the room as everyone gawked at the woman who dared to point a finger at the stranger. She obviously didn't know who he was, other wise, she wouldn't have dared to alter the words that came out of her mouth.
"I said, I want him!" She repeated even louder than before.
"Madam, I think you should sit down and continue your drink. You're digging your own grave!" The waiter whispered.
"Oh shut the fuck up! I want him and I will get him!" She screamed again, ignoring the waiter's warning.
Her loud voice finally got the attention of the mysterious man. He looked around him and noticed that the beautiful drunk woman was indeed pointing at him.
"I said I want him! He is the host!" She was saying.
A wicked smirk curled up the mysterious man's lips as he observed Aria. She would make a good meal for the night.
"Go bring me that woman" he whispered to one of his men.
Last Chapters
#131 Chapter 130
Last Updated: 1/28/2026#130 Chapter 129
Last Updated: 1/28/2026#129 Chapter 128
Last Updated: 1/28/2026#128 Chapter 127
Last Updated: 1/28/2026#127 Chapter 126
Last Updated: 1/28/2026#126 Chapter 125
Last Updated: 1/28/2026#125 Chapter 124
Last Updated: 1/28/2026#124 Chapter 123
Last Updated: 1/28/2026#123 Chapter 122
Last Updated: 1/28/2026#122 Chapter 121
Last Updated: 1/28/2026
You Might Like 😍
Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance)
Stripped of everything, Callum is thrown into the Rookeries, where packless wolves go to die. But he survives. He builds a pack from the broken and the damned. He falls in love with Valentina, a dhampir hunted by the same vampire Parliament that destroyed his life.
In a city ruled by immortal aristocrats and controlled by ancient dragons, Callum learns the hardest truth: individual virtue cannot defeat systemic evil. But small victories matter. And some fights are worth losing everything
Omega Bound
Thane Knight is the alpha of the Midnight Pack of the La Plata Mountain Range, the largest wolf shifter pack in the world. He is an alpha by day and hunts the shifter trafficking ring with his group of mercenaries by night. His hunt for vengeance leads to one raid that changes his life.
Tropes:
Touch her and die/Slow burn romance/Fated Mates/Found family twist/Close circle betrayal/Cinnamon roll for only her/Traumatized heroine/Rare wolf/Hidden powers/Knotting/Nesting/Heats/Luna/Attempted assassination
From Sacrificed Slave to the Dragon King's Obsession
His fangs glinted as he gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Dragon scales shimmered along his neck, breath scorching my skin.
"Your Majesty... I beg—" He shoved me onto the bed. Silk tore with a sharp rip, cold air rushing over my exposed body.
"Scared?" He smirked, palm sliding down my waist, fingers tracing slow, burning circles. "Yet you shiver... not from cold."
I lunged for the candlestick, but he caught my wrist, pinning it overhead. His knee forced my legs apart.
"When your father gave you to me," his lips brushed my ear, voice a dark rumble, "you were already mine."
On the eve of freedom after ten years of servitude, Lina Valeria stood one night away from reuniting with her betrothed. But Dragon King Augustus condemned her to the Abyss Mines on false charges—a trap forged from obsessive desire.
Augustus Ashenwing, Supreme Sovereign of Skyhold Citadel, is ruthless and feared by all races. His obsession stems from ancient grudges and dragonkind's most dangerous instinct: possessive desire. He demands her submission, binding her to his throne as his consort.
From prisoner to queen, Lina battles him through court intrigue and twisted passion—fighting for her mother, her freedom, her dignity.
Yet this cold-blooded tyrant reserves all tenderness for her alone. He indulges her temper, bends his pride, compromises without limit—anything to see her smile. Gradually, her heart wavers. But loving him means betraying Kain, who waited eleven years. Torn between duty and desire, she drowns in agonizing guilt.
Love and hatred intertwined—a forbidden dragon romance in a realm of oppression.
The Shattered Moon King
Lena is a survivor. For years, she has weathered the harsh, post-apocalyptic landscape by following one rule: trust no one. But when she finds an amnesiac man near death in the wilderness—a man with kind eyes and a strength that is anything but human—she makes a choice that will unravel her solitary existence.
She calls him Cain, but the shattered-moon tattoo on his back brands him as Kaelen, the long-dead Alpha of the powerful Sky-Fall pack. His return triggers a brutal civil war with the usurper who stole his throne and his fated mate. Hunted by Lycan assassins and a fanatical human commander desperate for the secrets locked in Lena's own past, their only hope lies in embracing the very power Kaelen can't remember and Lena has always feared.
As they uncover a conspiracy that threatens not just the pack, but the future of every living thing, Kaelen must fight for a kingdom he doesn't know and Lena must confront a legacy she tried to bury. In a world of broken thrones and fated bonds, they will discover that the greatest choice is not between love and duty, but between who you are told you must be, and who you choose to become.
The Deadly Mafia Princess
Her gang take the matter in their own hands, to try to save their leader from the horror of her home. What none of them know, they wasn’t her real parents, and now Ro will be sent away to live with her real family. That makes her closest members in her gang pack up and move as well. They don’t want to be far away from their leader.
The Alpha's Stripper Mate
"What?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I did not wait for him to answer me, I walked toward him.
"Dance on my lap."
My head screamed at me to turn around and run. But my whole body responded to his command.
"Yes, Alpha," I pulled my dress over my body, it dropped over my head and fell to the ground behind me. I was left in nothing but my matching bra and thong. My hands covered my chest on reflex.
"Let me see."
My hands dropped to my sides.
I lowered myself into his lap, facing him. His eyes peered into mine, and I could feel his hot breath fan my face. His dick responded to all my moves, hardening against my now-moist vagina. I swallowed hard, allowing my lips to part in a ragged breath. His hands trailed up to my waist.
"No touching."
At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt was forced to grow up far sooner than she should have. Born to a cruel father and a weak mother, she quickly realized she had to become the breadwinner for herself and her sister. Nothing else mattered to her, not even the hottest men. In fact, she despised them. After one horrific night, she swore never to have any contact with the male species again. That was, until she started working for him as his stripper.
Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, thirty, was the most feared Alpha in the country. Burdened by his own share of life's struggles, he had learned only to be cruel and reckless, rejecting not one but two mates. But what happens when he discovers yet another mate, and she turns out to be his stripper?
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
Where The Ice Gives Way
Blake Atlas scents his mate the moment Charlotte arrives. The bond hits hard and unmistakable, but Charlotte doesn’t recognise it. She doesn’t know why her chest keeps pulling toward the one boy she absolutely cannot afford to want. Blake is Charlie’s new hockey captain. Charlie’s chance at making something good. Charlie makes it clear; his sister is off-limits and Blake tries to do the right thing, but secrets don’t stay buried forever. Rogues prowl the edges of town. The ice cracks. The bond tightens. Then Charlotte’s rare white wolf awakens, the very thing that makes her powerful, also makes her a target.
Shanti needs Shakti. (Peace needs strength.)
Where the Ice Gives Way is a slow-burn YA paranormal romance filled with fated mates, protective alpha energy, fierce sibling loyalty, found family pack bonds, hurt/comfort, and quiet, aching tension. It’s a story about first belonging, learning to be cared for, and what happens when the girl who has always held everyone else up finally falls, and someone catches her.
Bound By Power, Torn By Love
She regards him as her only salvation, but he regards her as a pawn for revenge. When two enemies dance on the sharp knife, what will be the final outcome?
Game of Destiny
When Finlay finds her, she is living among humans. He is smitten by the stubborn wolf that refuse to acknowledge his existence. She may not be his mate, but he wants her to be a part of his pack, latent wolf or not.
Amie cant resist the Alpha that comes into her life and drags her back into pack life. Not only does she find herself happier than she has been in a long time, her wolf finally comes to her. Finlay isn't her mate, but he becomes her best friend. Together with the other top wolves in the pack, they work to create the best and strongest pack.
When it's time for the pack games, the event that decides the packs rank for the coming ten year, Amie needs to face her old pack. When she sees the man that rejected her for the first time in ten years, everything she thought she knew is turned around. Amie and Finlay need to adapt to the new reality and find a way forward for their pack. But will the curve ball split them apart?
The CEO's Unspoken Love
Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.
My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...
The Game of Claiming
A drunken bet becomes their private game: win the maid.
The rules?
Don’t let the others know you’re falling for her.
And never, ever let her leave.
But each brother plays differently—
The eldest buys her obedience.
The second steals her breath.
The third corners her in the dark.
The youngest ruins anyone who touches her.
Lila isn’t sure if she’s a player in their game… or the prize they’ll destroy each other to claim
