The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Mia

Five weeks earlier

As I stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. I had been invited to the wedding of my most loyal client, Sophia Coleman, Thornton in just a few hours. She was about to marry Patrick, one of the biggest software engineers and businessmen in the whole of America. It was a grand event that had garnered attention from the elite circles of society, and it was taking place in Tribeca rooftop, a picturesque room that added to the fairytale ambiance.

Sophia had been a faithful patron of my services for years, and our professional relationship had developed into a genuine friendship. She had stood by me through thick and thin, and when she had sent me an invitation to her wedding, I couldn’t refuse. Even though I had recently gone through a painful divorce and the idea of attending a wedding felt like salt in the wound, I didn’t want to disappoint Sophia on the happiest day of her life.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

As I put on my jewelry, I couldn’t help but think about my own failed marriage. It had been a difficult period in my life, and I was still trying to heal the wounds that it had left behind. But today was about Sophia and Patrick, and I wanted to put my own troubles aside to celebrate their love.

I carefully selected a stunning dress that I had been saving for a special occasion and slipped into my elegant shoes. With one final look in the mirror, I nodded in approval. I might have been dealing with a storm inside, but on the outside, I was ready to be the supportive friend that Sophia needed on her big day.

Stepping out of my apartment, I headed to where my car was waiting. The drive to the location was a mix of anticipation and trepidation. I knew that the wedding would be a grand affair, fitting for a couple of Sophia and Patrick’s stature, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it would only serve as a painful reminder of my own failed marriage.

As I arrived at the Tribeca Rooftop, the venue for the wedding, any lingering doubts were pushed aside by awe. The decoration was nothing short of breathtaking. The rooftop offered panoramic views of the city, with the skyline serving as a dramatic backdrop to the ceremony.

As I made my way inside, I was greeted by the gentle melodies of live music. Guests were mingling, dressed in their finest attire, and I recognized many faces from Sophia’s social circle.

Sophia herself looked radiant, her eyes shining with happiness as she glided through the crowd in her stunning wedding gown. Patrick, her husband, was beaming with pride and love as he greeted guests and friends. Their love was palpable, and it warmed my heart to see how genuinely happy they were together.

Sophia spotted me and her face lit up with joy. She rushed over, her excitement evident as she hugged me tightly. “I’m so glad you could make it!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged her back. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” I replied.

As I navigated through the bustling crowd, heading towards the bar, I couldn’t help but notice a familiar face sitting there. Sebastian Thornton, Patrick’s brother, was unmistakable. He was a billionaire who owned the prestigious Thornton company in Los Angeles, and his presence at the wedding didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me was the intensity with which he was watching me.

I approached the bar, keeping my composure as I felt his gaze on me. Sebastian’s sharp eyes followed my every move, and I couldn’t deny the sense of tension in the air. It was clear that he had something on his mind.

I ordered a drink, trying to focus on the bartender’s actions rather than the scrutiny of the billionaire sitting nearby. But before I could take a sip, Sebastian spoke, his voice low and dripping with sarcasm. “Sebastian,” he said, as if reminding me of his name.

I turned to face him, my own voice laced with a touch of sarcasm. “I can see that,” I replied, raising an eyebrow in amusement. There was no mistaking the simmering tension between us, and I had a feeling that this conversation was about to take an interesting turn.

Sebastian leaned back in his barstool, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. “I must say, you have a knack for stating the obvious,” he remarked, his tone dripping with dry humor. It was clear that he enjoyed playing with words, and I was more than willing to engage in this verbal exchange.

I couldn’t resist a playful retort. “Well, Sebastian, I do try my best to keep things simple,” I quipped, matching his tone.

Sebastian’s gaze remained fixed on me, his eyes dark and mysterious. “Simplicity can be quite refreshing in a world as complicated as this one,” he mused, his words carrying a hint of something deeper beneath the surface.

I chuckled softly, taking a sip of my drink as I leaned against the bar. “True,” I conceded, “but I have a feeling that simplicity is a luxury neither of us can afford.”

Sebastian’s smile widened, and he raised his glass in a mock toast. “Ah, you’re quick. I like that,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving mine. There was a magnetic pull between us, a sense of curiosity that neither of us could resist.

I couldn’t help but push the banter further. “Likewise, Sebastian. I’ve heard you’re quite the formidable opponent in business,” I teased, alluding to his status as a billionaire mogul.

He arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Is that so?” he inquired, his tone laced with amusement. “And what else have you heard about me?”

I leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in my eye. “Well, I’ve heard you’re a man of many talents, Mr. Thornton,” I replied, my words carrying a suggestive undertone.

Sebastian’s lips curved into a knowing smile, and he leaned in as well, closing the distance between us. “And what talents, pray tell, have you heard about?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

I looked at him seductively. “Do you want me to say it or do you want me to show it?”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “I’m a visual learner.”

A sly smile made its way onto my face. I wasn’t a saint, and after the painful divorce I had recently endured, I was far from being a picture of happiness. In that moment, I found myself craving some excitement, something that would help me forget the unsettling feeling that had taken root in my heart.

Sebastian’s charm and the undeniable chemistry between us had ignited a spark of desire. It was a dangerous temptation, but I couldn’t deny the allure of the moment. I needed a distraction, even if it was only temporary.

Whispering in Sebastian’s ear, I allowed my voice to take on a sultry tone. “Follow me to the restroom,” I urged, my words laced with an invitation that was impossible to resist. Without waiting for a response, I made my way out of the crowded room, heading towards the hallway where the bathrooms were located.

As I stood in front of the restroom mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was making a reckless decision. The allure of something forbidden had taken hold of me, and I knew that stepping into this territory with Sebastian Thornton was a dangerous game.

Not even ten seconds later, I felt a hand creep around my back, a tantalizing touch that sent shivers down my spine. It was the all-too-familiar voice, filled with a magnetic allure that made my heart race. “Pretty girl,” he whispered, his words carrying a promise of intrigue and excitement.

I turned to face him, my eyes locking onto his with an intensity that matched the sizzling chemistry between us. Sebastian was a master of seduction, and in that moment, I couldn’t resist his pull any longer.

My hand reached up to brush a stray strand of hair away from my face, my fingers lightly grazing my neck as I looked up at him. “Sebastian,” I replied in a low, sultry voice, “I think it’s time we explore that secret talent you mentioned earlier.”

His lips curled into a knowing smile, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured, his voice laced with desire.

In that dimly lit hallway, far from the prying eyes of the wedding guests, we allowed ourselves to succumb to the intoxicating allure of the moment. Our lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate exchange that sent shockwaves of desire coursing through me.

Sebastian’s hands roamed my body with a familiarity that left me breathless. It was as if our connection had been forged long before this night, a connection that defied reason and logic.

As our kiss deepened, the world outside faded away, and all that remained was the electric chemistry between us. In that stolen moment, I was able to forget about the pain of my recent divorce, the heartache that had weighed me down for far too long.

With a sense of urgency, we pulled away, our heavy breaths mingling in the air. Sebastian’s eyes locked onto mine, a hunger burning in their depths. “I’ve been craving this,” he admitted, his voice husky with desire.

I nodded in agreement, unable to deny the truth of his words. “Me too,” I confessed, my voice filled with longing.

There, we gave in to our desires without reservation, our bodies moving in a passionate dance that left us both craving more.

“Shit!” Sebastian muttered, “the condom broke.”

Still recovering from the mind shattering orgasm I grabbed his face and kissed him. “Don’t stop. I can’t have kids anyway.”

That was all Sebastian needed to hear before he slammed his cock in me, leaving me panting and begging for more.