One Night Stand Gone Wrong

Thomas followed behind Arielle and proposed, “Let’s go together. Since we have already run into each other, let’s have some fun.”

Arielle nodded as she laughed, “Why not? I would have suspected you to be some sophisticated kidnapper luring an innocent victim, but you have already spent more than I am worth. Besides, you look too much like old money to be a kidnapper.”

Thomas was surprised at her words, “Hey, I should be the cautious one here. What if you are here to steal my genes and my property?”

Arielle chuckled at his joke, “Well, I almost succeeded at the first one.”

She added, after some consideration, “Let me cancel my hotel reservations.”

“It would be a waste if I don’t enjoy a Presidential suite for free.” She added cheekily.

Thomas was amused at her self-invitation, “Be my guest! I would love to have you on board, and you have my permission to try and steal my genes throughout the vacation.”

He winked at her, which made her roll her eyes.

Arielle only said, “You already lost your chance, mister.” as she walked away to make a phone call.

Thomas could not hear the contents clearly, but the vague words made it clear that she was indeed canceling her hotel reservations.

It seemed she was there for three days.

Thomas was there for five. He would only have three days with her.

Thomas and Arielle bantered casually on their way to his hotel room.

They freshened up in separate rooms and took a nap together, lying in the same bed and talking about random things.

Arielle had more knowledge of that city as one of her colleagues had stayed there for two months, so she showed him around per her itinerary.

On the third day, they unexpectedly found themselves in the bathtub together – drunk, happy, horny.

More importantly, they were covered with sand and sweat as they had played like kids at the beach while sipping cocktails the entire day.

The cold shower woke them up slightly, but it was not enough to drown their lust.

Thomas was the first to sober up enough to reconfirm that they were both ready, “Are you sure you want to steal my genes?”

Arielle had the best three days of her life with him. She was happy to lose her virginity to the stranger she genuinely liked. She had never taken it seriously, but this was much better.

“Maybe not the genes but the feeling of it.” She slurred as she rubbed herself close.

Thomas understood her, and the rest of the night followed naturally.

Arielle had never experienced such a feeling of euphoria before. Knowing that it was her first time, he was gentle and patient.

However, the second time, he pushed her over the edge repeatedly and tested her limits until she was screaming at his pace, unable to keep up, unwilling to stop.

The next day, Thomas had to wake Arielle up as she was too spent to hear her alarm.

“Hey, it’s your flight time. Do you want to get up?” Thomas asked gently, caressing her softly.

“Hmm!” Arielle only moaned without opening her eyes.

Thomas went back to sleep as he was too exhausted himself. He was barely awake at the alarm, and it hardly took him half a minute to go back to sleep.

Arielle, however, came to her senses a few minutes after Thomas had called her out.

She rushed out of bed, not wanting to miss her flight, only to fall back owing to her weak legs.

Thomas woke up late in the afternoon to an empty bed, which made him frown involuntarily.

He freshened up and took a quick shower before his head cleared enough to think about what had happened the night before.

He scanned the room to see that all traces of her being there were gone, except for the messy bed, torn condom wrapping, and tissues.

He spotted a note attached to the mirror that read –

“Have a flight to catch. I didn’t want to wake you up from your slumber. I am sleepwalking myself.

Thank you for everything during these days. I would have never imagined stealing someone’s genes would feel this good.

See you when I see you!”

Thomas knew she was not the type who altered her plans or life for a man she barely knew. The more time he spent with her, the more he liked her.

But she was already gone, and he knew absolutely nothing about her, so he could only lock the beautiful memories away before going about his day.

**A Few Days later**

Thomas was on a cruise, scheduled to tour around two cities for three days before retiring. It was the last itinerary on his vacation. He would head back to work and his monotonous life after that.

He was lying on a deck, sipping fine wine but not enjoying it. He missed the green-eyed beauty a little too much for his comfort.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He thought he must be hallucinating when he heard a familiar voice, “you have got to be kidding me.”

Arielle was flying kites aboard a ship when a strong wind blew her kite away, and it got stuck to the topmost deck.

She followed it, but before she could reach it, she spied a familiar figure.

Changing her course, she made her way to the deck where she saw the man who had accompanied her for one-fourth of her vacation and made every moment worthwhile.

“You have got to be kidding me!” Arielle could not help but exclaim.

“Fancy seeing you here, Miss Thief!” Thomas was pleasantly surprised.

He thought fate was trying hard to bind them together.

“Let me guess! You had your itinerary set by the Paradise Wanderers. You took their premium package and got yourself a personal guide. The guide set an exclusive itinerary for you for a pretty price,” Arielle had figured out why there were so many coincidences on their vacation.

“I guess you ran into some people we have run into before, huh?” Thomas asked.

“I met a couple who asked me to take their pictures together. I met them in three different places. Then I figured it was not that much of a coincidence between us.” She answered in amusement.

“Where were you running off to?” Thomas asked.

“Oh! My kite!” Arielle exclaimed as she ran away.

Thomas followed her, and they spent the rest of the day flying kites and doing water sports together.

They ended up spending the entire trip together. Playing, feasting, drinking, fucking, and enjoying every moment to the fullest.

They both had an odd feeling like they were a couple on their honeymoon but shook off their thoughts.

They were both old enough to differentiate between a fling and romance. It was former, as fantastic as it was.

And it was so wonderful and relaxing, probably, because it was a fling with no strings attached.