One Night Stand

Chapter 2

Gabriella’s POV

We proceeded to the dance floor. The DJ was playing Sia’s “Unstoppable.” I could feel people looking

at me. I looked around the dance floor. I became irritated. Chole and Alex were kissing. I returned to

the bar because I was so uptight. The dance floor seemed to be reserved for couples exclusively. I

sipped my drink quickly. I stared at the bartender as it was refreshing and so fuckenly amazing, but I

wanted something strong.

“I want something powerful,” I grumbled as I replaced the drinking glass on the bar counter.

“I can give you a tequila shot,” the bartender offers.

“Sure, give it to me.” I leaned forwards as he blasted me with a lemon. "How do you take this?" I

inquired, with a grin on my face.

“Gulp down the shot,” the guy said. The tequila was burning my throat.

“One more,” I said as I repositioned the small glass on the bar counter. He offered me another shot,

and I drank it as well. I surveyed the area. I wanted to twerk. I’ve always been a twerking monster, and

that drink did exactly what I wanted. I returned to the dance floor, this time without caring that it was for

the couples. I was wobbling my butt, and I could feel eyes on me again. For some reason, the gaze on

me accelerated my butt twerking.

Is this what they mean by sexual desire? I burst out laughing.

I felt a body pressed against mine as I was swaying. I wanted to turn around and tell him to fuck off, but

then he grabbed my a$$ and I wanted him to grasp the other pair. I could feel my pussy throbbing in

the crotch of my thong just from that one a$$ grabbing. I was puzzled by how I felt. No one had ever

grabbed my a$$ before. I had no idea how to react. Our bodies were swaying in unison. I was following

his lead. He gripped my hand, which sent shivers down my spine. Then he whirled me around. My back Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

was against him. He squeezed me close, then shoved my a$$ against his crotch. I swayed my hips to

the beat of the music, gently gyrating at him. What am I doing? But then I shrug it off.

He swirled me once again, without letting go of my hand. Then I met the man who made my body feel

things. He stood tall, with dirty blond hair and ocean-blue eyes. He had me completely enthralled. I

couldn’t take my gaze away from him. He was staring at me as if he were gazing through me. He was

stunning to a guy. I inspected his whole body. Wide shoulders have a good quantity of muscle; highly

muscular. He had muscles that complemented his physique. A tattoo on his shoulder. I couldn’t tell

where the tattoo began, but I was in amazement. I could tell he was probably 9, 10, or 11 years older

than me just by looking at him. I didn’t mind. Then he said something.

“Mind getting some more drinks, baby girl?” I was still lost trying to assess him. He then swallowed and

cleared his throat. I then realized he was saying something.

“Huh?” He smirked.

“Come on, let’s go have some drinks.”

“Certainly, sure.” Then I heard my friend humiliate me.

“You have to get laid tonight and lose your virginity.” I could tell she was inebriated.

“I’m so sorry about my friend. Please disregard her.”

“It’s okay. Let’s go get some drinks, or should we get out of here?” He inquired.