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30 Days With My Dashing One-Night Stand Billionaire Novel Cover

30 Days With My Dashing One-Night Stand Billionaire

After catching her boyfriend banging her coursemate, Luna ends up in a club with her friend, in a bid to forget it all. There, she meets this dashing guy who she jumps on without hesitation and requests for wild sex. It was supposed to be a one-night stand— one hell of a one-night stand that gave her shivers, but what she wasn't expecting was to meet him again. Not as the one who helped her brother secure a business deal and the one in whose house she would be spending the next thirty days. His name is Xander Storm— a dashing billionaire and one of the most eligible bachelors in Bayview. The shock goes both ways because the two of them relished the one-night stand and acknowledged that it felt more than one— but weren't expecting to see each other again. What will these thirty days be like? Will they pretend it never happened, or will they give in to the growing feelings that gnawed at their hearts? What will Xander's growing feelings for Luna mean for his revenge against the death of his parents, and for his enemies?
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Chapter 1

~LUNA~

"Yes! Eric! Yes! Harder, please!! Oh, God!..."

The redhead's screams were still sounding loud in my head as though I was still there watching him slam into her. He had never been that wild with me. Always treating me like I was fragile and that any wild sex positions might break me.

Even the music blasting from the stereo mounted at strategic places in the hotel's clubhouse couldn't drown their voices ringing on repeat in my head.

Nor did the swaying of bodies on the dance floor shut out the events playing so vividly in front of me.

This party was supposed to be a welcoming distraction— at least, that was what Mia told me as she dragged me out of her apartment this evening.

How ironic that I went down to his apartment to surprise him with the meal I prepared for him since he said he wasn't feeling well. But I was surprised instead. Right there, on his bed, Eric was banging furiously into Sylvia, my coursemate and the bitch that I never saw eye to eye with. Awesome.

Tears continued trailing a pathway down my cheeks as I recalled them all— the way she twisted and squirmed underneath him while he flipped her to whichever position he deemed fit. I could finally guess what he meant by wild. The sex positions as well... He had never tried them with me.

I tasted the saltiness of my tears, a reminder of how stupid I was. My elder brother Michael had always warned me about him. He never trusted Eric's intention towards me. But I was blindly in love and saw no fault with him.

Hissing, I drowned the remaining champagne in the flute and blindly reached for another on the table, but a feminine hand stopped me before my best friend Mia bounced on the couch beside me, her brows narrowed.

"Really, Luna? You are going to sit here and drown in champagne all night?" She asked softly, her gaze boring into me.

I eyed the champagne as though it was my lifeline before I let out a deep sigh.

"I don't feel like dancing Mia," I muttered, as more tears poured out. I collapsed into fresh sobs on Mia's shoulders.

"Luna..." She cooed softly, letting go of my hand and wrapping me in her arms.

"You have to get that asshole out of your head. Don't worry, Sylvia will have me to contend with once school resumes." She said with a note of finality.

But her threat did nothing to repair the heartache in my heart. "Instead of him telling me what he wanted, he decided to get it from Sylvia. Who the fuck says I can't have wild sex?" I continued my lamentations as a pool of tears framed my face, almost choking me.

"Luna!" Mia called again, this time a little loudly. "Do you want to kill yourself because of this asshole?" She reprimanded.

"In his words: You are too modest and non-thrilling in bed. Sex with you can never be fun. So, yeah, it's over between us." Those were his last words to me before he pushed me out. Can you imagine?" I continued sobbing, my breath coming out in pants as I hugged Mia tightly.

I shut my eyes tightly, as if that would stop his animalistic voice from ringing in my head. Instead, more tears poured, and my body shuddered greatly.

"Jesus! Luna! Get a hold of yourself! You are bigger than this."

"I need something stronger!" I muttered, shrugging out of her hold. I needed to shut his goddamn voice from my head.

"Of course not! I'm not letting you leave this —"

I stood up sharply but ended up falling back against the couch. I was already tipsy, but I wanted more drinks.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going?" She yelled when I took a step. Slowly, I turned to her.

"There's a VIP bar in this hotel, right? That's where I am headed." My voice was already cracked and blotchy from too much crying.

Mia raised her hands and let it fall beside her. "But you don't know the—"

I waved her away. "I can find it." I took another step and turned, a new resolution surging through me. "And I am going to prove him wrong. I am going to have wild sex." With that, I spun around, leaving— her open-mouthed—staggering a few bits before walking out through the front door.

Someone brushed past me as I stepped outside, causing me to lose my balance. I was already swaying towards the wall when masculine hands caught me and I fell directly into his rock-hard chest. Our gaze met swiftly and held.

I blinked to steady my gaze, which was getting blurry, but I didn't know if it was a result of the effect of the champagne kicking in or his magnetic blue gaze.

"Are you okay?" He asked, and my breath hitched. His voice was so deep that it reverberated through my chest. I gulped and blinked again, shrugging out of his hold. He let me.

Then my gaze started wandering over his body. God! He was extremely tall. And his rocky chest that cradled me earlier was as broad as I imagined, paired with his extremely broad shoulders.

When I finally looked up to meet his gaze, he was staring down at me expectantly, his blue eyes doing nothing to assuage my shuddery breath.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked again. His gaze screamed patience and understanding.

I opened my mouth to assure him that I was okay— even knowing I wasn't. "Direct me to the VIP lounge," I muttered instead, but as soon as the words rolled out of my lips, I decided against it at that moment, remembering my earlier resolve.

I inched closer to him, standing directly underneath his chin. "Let's have wild sex?"

His face registered immense shock— wide-eyed and jaw-slacked as he continued gazing at me.

"You are drunk," he muttered. That deep voice again. I closed my eyes to digest its effect before opening them and shaking my head.

"Tipsy, not drunk." I didn't give him room for further protest before I stood on my tiptoes and crashed my lips against his, my hand circling his neck and pulling him down. He stiffened against my hold, not making a move to reciprocate,

But immediately my tongue grazed his lips, he tore them apart with a low growl and slid his tongue into my mouth, nibbling on my lower lip hungrily.

My knees felt weaker with each kiss, and before I could stop myself, I jumped on top of him, straddling him as I whispered hotly against his lips.

"Take me somewhere."

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