Chapter 53: That Evening

\[Gianna’s POV\]

I stop moving as Grant’s words reach me and despite myself, I feel my body come alive as memories of our night together come back to me.

That night, I was feeling like shit because one of the ad agencies I auditioned for decided that they didn’t want to hire me.

I felt like the biggest failure because it was a dream job for me, but they went with someone else who was younger and newer.

After that, I invited my best friends Gabrielle and Alannah out for some drinks and after we had a few in us, we started playing a ridiculous game of truth or dare.

Of course, Gabrielle and Alannah were given easy dares like going to get numbers or having someone buy us drinks, but when it came my time they decided to play dirty.

By the devious looks on their faces, I knew that they were going to do something evil and when they pointed out the handsome man sitting alone sipping on a whiskey, they smiled at me.

“We dare you,” Gabrielle announced, nodding toward the man. “To get that man to sleep with you.”

I remember being against it at first, because it hadn’t been that long since I broke up with my boyfriend, but when Alannah showed me a picture of the bastard hanging all over another woman on a beach somewhere in the tropics I snapped.

I mean, I was already rejected by a company for someone beautiful and younger and then I see my ex with someone who just also happened to be younger than me, I snapped and before I could think against it, I was rising to my feet and straightening out my dress.

After a few adjustments and a cleavage check, I was moving, sauntering toward the man whose stormy eyes were resting on me.

Even from a bit of a distance I could tell that he was watching me and when he licked his lips and sat up a bit, I was certain that he was interested it.

That’s why when I reached his table, I slipped into the booth beside him and gave my most brilliant of smiles.

“Hey handsome,” I said, enjoying the way his eyes slowly trailed down my body. “Care for a drink?”

As I spoke, I lifted a manicured hand and called over a waiter and when he arrived, I gave my order and waited for mister handsome to order something too.

“Whiskey,” he said and then turned his gaze back to me. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

It was such a simple question and one that led to easy conversation and when the mood was right and we were pretty buzzed, I leaned in and whispered seductively.

“Let’s get out of here.”

I didn’t care if I was coming across as easy, I just wanted to forget everything and the man beside me was the perfect way to do that and when he said okay, we were rising and heading out of the bar and into a cab where we started making out like teenagers.

Sure, we should have been a bit embarrassed doing such a thing while the cabbie tried his best not to watch us, but he was such a good kisser I just couldn’t find it in me to do it.

Add in the way his hands slowly roamed my body, gently touching my skin, venturing so close to going beneath my dress, and by the time we reached a hotel I was more than willing to fuck him right there in the lobby.

Of course, I didn’t and I didn’t even attempt it, but when we were alone in the elevator my hands were desperately pulling at his belt.

“Calm down, sweetheart,” he drawled, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head while his mouth trailed along my skin. “We will be at the room soon.”

And at the room soon we were and once inside, the clothes were disappearing and we barely made it to the bed.

That night was one that I would never forget because the way he viciously fucked me, turning me every which way while his mouth and hands left their mark on my skin was amazing.

Who knew that a one night stand could be so damn exciting?

Not me, but we just kept going at it again and again until the sun slowly started to paint the ceiling of our room.

After we finished, we collapsed in exhaustion and after getting a few hours of sleep, I woke up before him and then I left.

I honestly never expected that we would meet again and I didn’t have any intentions of seeing him again, but now, here he was in front of me, alive and well, and reminding me of our night together.

“I don’t recall that,” I say now, giving him a smile. “And honestly, it’s best that you forget.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says in that damned voice that made my core throb that night. “But I don’t intend to forget.”

“Suite yourself,” I shrug, climbing into my car. “But you’re only going to torture yourself that way.”

Finished speaking, I give Grant one last look before buckling and then after revving my engine to life, I’m pulling out of the drive and pulling onto the street.

When I reach my apartment, I storm inside where Gabrielle sits waiting.

She’s dressed in a tank top and some fluffy shorts and her curly black hair is pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head.

“You’re early,” she says, pulling off the glasses she is wearing to read. “I thought you would be gone until late.”

“Something came up,” I tell her, hanging my keys and kicking off my shoes. “Something irritating.”

“Irritating,” Gabrielle repeats. “Did you get into an argument with your mom?”

“No,” I tell her, collapsing in the recliner across from her. “If only that was the thing that came up. I wouldn’t be so damn thrown right now.”

As I speak, I keep my gaze on Gabrielle who watches me, a look of curiosity in her eyes.

“Well,” she says, leaning forward. “Are you going to tell me what that annoying thing was?”

For a moment, I don’t speak as I take Gabrielle in. As I do, I can’t help but wonder how she would react if I told her I was pregnant.

I was certain she would be pretty damn shocked, but she would definitely support me, but right now that wasn’t the most important thing.

“My new stepfather’s brother was present.” I say slowly, deciding to just spill my guts. “And…” I continue and wait while Gabrielle watches me, her eyes urging me to go forward. “It was him.”

Growing quiet, I wait while my friend stares at me, her eyes filled with confusion and when she cocks her head to the side and waits, I bury my face in my hands.

“That man from that night,” I say, my frustration bubbling over. “The one that I fucked for truth or dare. He’s my stepfather’s brother and my new step-uncle.”