One Night Gone Wrong
Linda Middleman · Ongoing · 102.5k Words
Introduction
"Then my ex must be foolish" I reply back, a shiver running through me the lower he kissed.
"I might be foolish too" is all I hear as he kisses me. Fire rushing through my veins at the intensity of his kiss. Cause after all, this was only a one night deal, and after tonight I would never see him again. Right?
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Alyssia, 3rd year college student at Trinity returns home one night from studying only to find her boyfriend, Brian of 3yrs cheating on her with the Dean's daughter Lyra.
Zac, newly dubbed College Professor is new to Trinity and after a night of drinking meets Alyssia his soon-to-be student and recent love affair. Drawn to her beauty, Zac tries everything to avoid her, unaware that their one night of passion would lead to Alyssia now pregnant with his child.
Chapter 1
Hello, and welcome to One Night Gone Wrong. Deep inside this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and other things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark along with Dominant and Submissive roles. As well as a Secret Baby from a One Night Stand as well as Age gaps. Please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please take into account that if you venture further you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.
Alyssia
“Yes, finally I’m done” I exclaim, moving to stretch my tired muscles. For the past couple of nights I had been staying extra late over at the college library to work on assignments for classes as I was struggling and needed the extra time to study.
Moving to stand, I move to look at the time. “7pm, perfect. Brian should be home by now” I say, a smile playing on my lips as I thought of Brian. My boyfriend of three years.
Smiling, I moved to quickly pack up before rushing from the library as I was staying on campus so it wasn’t much of a commute but it helped. Brian was also living with me part time as he too stayed on campus but in his own dorm and would occasionally come by me on weekends and most nights.
Bubbling with excitement, I rush for home. I can’t wait to see him. He promised he would be waiting for me once I got done with my studies, is all I can think of as I eventually spot the dorms. Each of us sectioned off into different areas. Quickening my pace I moved to head for my dorm knowing today was the day Brian would come and stay with me made my heart skip a beat.
Three years together and he still made me extremely happy. For he’s seen me at my worst of times and even at my best of times. Stopping short of the dorms, I moved to look at my phone hoping he would have read my texts throughout the day as I spent most of it sending them even as I studied. Odd… He always reads my messages, regardless, I muse pushing it aside as I enter the building. Chalking it up as either he left his phone at his dorm or it died.
Once inside the dorm, I moved to approach the elevators as I stayed on the 4th floor of the dorms. Waiting, I slowly watched as the elevator ever so slowly reached the bottom lobby.
“Finally” I mutter, entering the elevator before pressing number 4, a hand moving to push a loose strand of red hair behind my ear. Approaching my designated floor do I move to head for my dorm. Approaching, I can’t help but see the door ajar.
“Odd, Brian never leaves it open like that” I whisper, carefully entering my room only to see it completely pitch black and no lights. My dorm is more laid out like an apartment than just a room with a bed.
“Hello? Brian?” I call, setting my school bag down. My eyes scanned the room only to spot candles that were lit and two plates of half eaten food. Not liking what I was seeing with my own eyes I moved to enter further the sound of shuffling reaching my ears as I moved to look towards my bedroom door.
“Brian? Are you here? This isn’t funny if you are” I call, biting my lip as I slowly approach my room only to freeze. My door slightly ajar and the sound of moans rising to greet me. “Gods… Yes… Just like that… Lyra” moans the voice of Brian. My boyfriend of 3 years.
Opening the door a little more, I move to peek inside the room. My blue eyes widening in shock as I now see Lyra, the Dean’s daughter and Brian, my boyfriend, naked while fucking each other on my bed.
“Heavens Brian, you feel absolutely amazing. Your dick, everything. Yes…” moans Lyra, as she continues to ride him, her hips rocking against his as he laid there on my bed, his hands on her hips as he guided her.
“Fuck my dick, your pussy feels amazing! Way better than Alyssia who can’t even satisfy me” grunts Brian, thrusting his hips in an upward motion as he buries himself further into her unaware they had been caught by me.
Stifling a gasp, I slowly feel tears sting at my eyes as I move to leave. Rushing from the dorms. H-How could he? I thought he loved me? I cry as I run from my dorm and down the hallway trying to escape the scene I had just witnessed.
Tapping for the elevator, I frantically move to enter while trying to recompose myself. The doors close as I press for the lower level. How could I be so stupid? I think, racing out of the elevator and lobby and into the night.
The need to get away and drown my sorrows seems to come to mind. Sniffling, I move to wipe my tears as I let my feet move to guide me. Moving in whatever direction I could so long as I was far enough away from both Lyra and Brian at the moment.
-Club Magic-
An hour or so later, I eventually find myself standing in front of a bar. Eyes red from all the crying I had done, do I move to enter. The name Club Magic caught my attention as I did. An odd name for a campus bar.
Making sure I had remembered my purse and wallet, I moved to sit at the bar. A couple of empty seats still sat open and one of them had my name all over it. Claiming one of the seats I moved to sit, the bartender approaching me as I did.
“What can I get you love?” asks the bartender.
“Something strong, and keep them coming” was all I said, knowing a stiff drink was exactly what I needed to help forget what I just saw.
“Sure thing. I know just the thing” and with that they move to pour me my drink before handing it over to me. “Here you go, enjoy” was all they said before leaving to my own devices. Glancing to my drink, I move to take my first sip of the night. Fuck you too Brian, who needs you? I don’t, I growl as I continue to drink my tears away, unaware I had a pair of sexy blue eyes watching me from across the way. His eyes studied me as I drank my sorrows away.
“Another drink?” asks the bartender, as I work on finishing up my fourth drink.
“Yes-” I say only to be interrupted by a voice.
“I think the young lady has had enough for now” says a deep, sultry voice that makes my panties wet.
Shifting my gaze, I move to see a tall, mysterious man with sexy blue eyes and short blond hair. Chiseled jaw and big broad shoulders now standing before me. At 6’2 the man was absolutely gorgeous. My throat now dry.
Hello Daddy, I think all the while staring at him, my panties even wetter as I continue to watch him, my mind wondering about all the different things he could do to me if he tried.
“Of course” was all the bartender said as the man before me took my glass away.
“Okay Princess, that’s enough for you for one night” says the man, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Alyssia” I say, finding the courage to speak.
“Pardon?” asks the man in confusion.
“I-It’s Alyssia” I say again, this time louder.
“Mmm, well Alyssia. I think it’s time that you went home now don’t you?” muses the man as he moves to help me stand from the bar only for me to stumble. “Easy there” says the voice again, his arms wrapping around my waist to steady me. The scent of his cologne hitting my nose. The scent of sandalwood and spice sending heat along my body.
“Sorry” I mutter, leaning against him for support.
Once sure I was fine, did he move to help me leave. “Okay you, off you go” speaks the voice as we move to exit the bar.
“No… I can’t…Don’t want too” I stutter, confusing the man as I wasn’t ready to go back to my dorm and to where Brian and Lyra were.
“No? Why not?” asks the man.
“I just can't,” I say, dropping the subject.
Sighing, he moves to pick me up. “Okay fine. You can stay with me until you sober up then” and then just like that he moves to take me back to his place.
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