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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 3

~XANDER~

I left the party because I wasn't feeling it. Halfway to the door, I had already decided it was a bad idea to join Ace and my foster brother, Andy, for an evening out. I wasn't in the mood to party or frolick with any girl tonight.

"Come on, Xander. A little unwinding won't hurt." Ace, my personal assistant, and a friend had chanted to my ears before dragging me from the office to the hotel.

A couple of minutes in— watching him, Andy and the other guys joke over drinks and women rocking them unabashedly, I decided this wasn't my scene tonight, surprisingly.

I'd quietly slipped out when they got distracted and was happy that I would be making it to my condominium without interruption when I crashed into her.

The 'her' that assaulted my lips and straddled me with the notion of having wild sex. It was obvious that she was a little tipsy— if not drunk— and I wasn't supposed to entertain any advances she made towards me after rejecting a ton at the party, but there was this certain pull to this young girl. It was more like a magnet.

The push to give her the wild sex she desired. It wouldn't be my first time having a one-night stand. Heck, I didn't do relationships because I didn't want any lady to be used as bait by my enemies to lure me out.

"She's just another girl among your sea of conquests." That was what I kept telling myself as I rammed into her with great force— from different angles— watching her screaming and coming apart for the second time that night.

I gave a lady double orgasms in a row! And multiple sensations pulled towards my lower region begging to be released, but I wasn't done yet.

"Still want me to be gentle?" I asked, my voice a rough coarse. Her breath was ragged and her body was still buckling from another high-ride orgasm. I expected her to plead for mercy.

Instead, she shook her head. "Harder!" She rasped, and my body shook at the direct impact of her husky voice. I tried to shut off any form of feeling as I usually did with others.

But watching her looking so gorgeous and spent, a certain feeling I couldn't describe swirled within me, but I pushed it aside as I increased my pace, slamming the headboard into the wall and watching her gasp, sigh, scream, tug on the sheets and the flesh of my ass.

The sensation down below built up to the point that I couldn't ignore it anymore. With her third loud cry and her body buckling against me, my ejaculation spilled out, causing a loud groan to escape from my throat.

I collapsed on top of her to gather my breath, but when I caught myself and realized our intimate position, I tried to get up, but she circled tightly against me.

"No! Let's stay like this please." Her body was vibrating and her sensuous, dewy, pale green eyes flashed at me innocently, increasing my heartbeat a notch.

I tore my gaze away, deciding that this was too intimate for a one-night stand. Her body felt so small against my large one and the contact of her pussy against my cock, made it harden and I cursed inwardly. Geez! I needed a distraction.

"I hope this met your criteria of wild sex?" I surprised myself, asking, when my gaze found hers again. Her eyes were hovering over my face before finally settling on mine with a lazy smile.

"It really did," she breathed before her eyes slowly fluttered shut, her curly brown hair splayed against the bed, her face all relaxed and innocent. God! She was gorgeous. But before I could let my gaze drown in her face, I slid off of her and laid by the side, my eyelids snapping shut almost immediately.

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"... home tonight." Ace's baritone voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked up sharply at him.

Blinking, my eyebrows narrowed at him. We were inside my office and I summoned him to discuss the new tech project my tech company would be undertaking. We had managed to do that before my thoughts drifted to the happenings of last night— against my wishes, of course.

She left before I woke up. No lady had ever done that. And I had no idea if I would ever see her again. Worst of all, her heavenly screams just wouldn't leave my head, coupled with the image of her fragile body. Dammit!

A sharp snap of fingers dragged me out of my thoughts, and I was forced to stare into Ace's probing gaze.

"What?" I asked a little too sharply.

Ace backed away from the mahogany table a little, sinking further into the upholstered chair across from mine. "Easy, there, Tiger. I was asking if you would be coming home tonight."

I rarely slept at my main building. I left it for Ace most times— for reasons best known to me— I spent most of my time in my condominium. I could guess why he was asking that.

"Why?" My brows were still furrowed. "Wanna bring some chick over and pretend the house is yours?" He always did that with ladies who were easily bought over with wealth. I let him have his way anytime.

He shrugged. "Not really. But I am bringing home someone. She's special." He threw me a wink. Speaking of special, I needed to do something to get a certain dewdrop out of my head and my system.

With that resolve, I stood on my feet and dragged my suit jacket from the back of my chair.

"You can have the house to yourself, Casanova," I muttered as I circled the door and headed for the door. "And close my office on your way out." With that, I sauntered out of the office, with only one place in mind— the club where I usually picked girls who had no knowledge of who I was.

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Just when I thought I was already getting in the mood. My cock was rock hard and my breath hitched with anticipation to slide inside someone.

The brunette on top of me, clad in nothing but her lacy red panties, slid gently on my cock, moaning in anticipation. But just as my hand reached to part her panties and sink into her, a certain dewdrop screams and moans filtered into my ears.

The moan of the brunette wasn't near as heavenly as it sounded. God! What the fuck was wrong with me?

Hissing, I rolled her off me and got down from the bed. Without another glance, I left the hotel room, cursing myself for letting myself hang over a random girl.

I wasn't thinking when I drove my Lamborghini out of the hotel premises that night. I had only registered where I was headed when my car pulled to a halt in the parking lot of my main building. Shit!

I remembered Ace's plans of bringing a special girl over, but I shrugged it off.

"This is my house."

With long strides, I made my way across the lawn and let myself into the house. I knew the code, of course.

The freezer in the kitchen was my next stop. I decided to be discreet in my movements so I would give him the privacy to take care of his business.

I just needed to grab a plate of ice cream to cool my heated body, after which I would head to the shower and—"

"Fuck! I'm so sorry!" My thoughts were interrupted by someone crashing into me. And when I looked down to see who was loitering around my kitchen, my gaze took in the dewy, pale green eyes that had been haunting me.

"Dewdrop!" What the fuck was she doing here? Wait! Was she the special girl Ace mentioned? It fucking better not be!

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