Author's Note posted below.

Part 1

Chapter 1

Heaven

"They say all good boys go to heaven but bad boys bring heaven to you." – Julia Michaels, Heaven

How did I get here?

My feet were aching from all the dancing on six-inch heels but it didn't stop me. I was too drunk to care. My hair was soaked and my sweat was dripping all over my body. My neon blue dress was getting stinky but nobody would care. In fact, I smelled just like everybody.

Sweat and perfume made a weird combined scent and it was awful, but it wasn't enough to stop me from enjoying myself. I danced and danced to the rhythm of the DJ. The beats didn't have words but the best moments in life leave you speechless, right?

I came here with Kate and the girls. She's getting married and we wanted to celebrate all the fucking happily ever after shits she's talking about. Well, she's about to discover that it's not real at all. But who cares? It's her life and she's gonna have to discover it on her own. I am going to focus on my life right now. I am going to dance, baby. Oh yeah.

I am feeling the party to my bones. The lights are blinding me but in a way that they leave flashes of moments that I want to live on forever. I guess the reason why I love doing this is because I love to bury the past behind. When you get lost for a moment, that's when you truly live.

I stopped dancing just to get another glass of vodka and I hissed at the heat that transcended in my throat. This is awesome, my goodness! I don't know where Kate and the girls are but I didn't care. When the glass was empty, I raised it up and screamed on top of my lungs. I'm pretty confident that no one heard me. But that's just the challenge of it.

Don't we all like a little challenge in our lives?

I went back to the dance floor and danced to the rhythm of another tune. I saw neon everywhere and the lit up floor was reflecting the right amount of dim and brightness. I looked like a mess. I swayed my hips and tangled my hair with my fingers and just lost myself to the rhythm.

Then, I felt somebody's hands encircled my waist and it stopped me from dancing.

What the hell? Did this guy want a punch on his face?

I turned around to beat him but I changed my mind when I saw his face. Oh damn! Was it possible for my panties to roll down on its own? Because if it can, then it already did. This guy was so hot. Who is this?

He had grey eyes and copper hair and he looked so fresh to be in this place. I was almost drunk but I could still think clearly. This guy? He wasn't really drunk at all. In fact, he looked like he didn't belong here. He looked so neat. His hair was so well-kempt that I wanted nothing more but to mess it up. I was in my high heels but still he towered me with his height.

His huge hands grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. I could feel the warmth of his body and it passed on electricity. I don't know but there seemed to be just the right amount of sparks passing through the circuits of our skin. There was no space between our bodies and I could feel his heavy breathing.

I felt instantly wet when I felt his hardness pressed against mine. His hands were roaming around my body and I should feel ashamed because he was touching my sides and my thighs innocently but I moaned like he was doing a sensual act. Well, it's really a sensual act.

"I've been watching you dance. You look so fucking sexy," I could hear the lust in his voice when he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Your place now," I told him. It's about time I get laid.

We exited the dancing scene and when we were by the exit door, he pressed my back against it and immediately attacked my lips. I kissed back with the same ferociousness. The hotness between us was uncontrollable. Our tongues swirled together and our grunts and moans made it clear that we were enjoying ourselves.

He pulled away from the kiss, stormy grey eyes filled with lust.

"Good kisser too," he smirked.

I leaned in for another kiss but he pulled his head back.

"Fuck you," I cursed frustrated that he won't let me kiss him.

"In a few minutes, Baby. In a few minutes."

~~~Somewhere in the Middle~~~

He drove us to his place and damn it, he's rich. Well, that doesn't bother me at all. Guys don't intimidate me anymore. I don't care what his social status is. I just want him tonight.

When he slammed the door closed, I immediately got the kiss he denied me back in the club. Then, we were kissing so passionately. Our lips moved together in sync. My hands were all over his body and it was crazy. I always wanted to be touched and not the other way around. Something about this man made me want to explore his entire being.

I took off his shirt and his body was perfectly sculpted like a Greek statue. My fingers mindlessly traced his abdominal muscles and it just leaves me wetter than I already was. Our kiss didn't break off. It got even more intense. He bit my lower lip and I moaned because of the pleasure and pain that went together.

We couldn't reach the bed at this point. We settled for the couch. I pushed him to sit down before I took off my dress and straddled him and continued making out. He unclasped my bra in a snap and I saw lust in his eyes and I moaned when he attacked my breasts without any care in the world.

"Ugh . . . Ugh . . ." I moaned and moaned.

His mouth was magic and they sucked my nipples and it just felt unbelievable. Who would have thought that it would feel this good? Kiss. Suck. Kiss. Suck. That was the cycle he played and I pulled his hair because of the intensity.

Then I reached down to unbuckle his belt. I couldn't take it any longer. I am craving for him to be inside me right now. He reached down to pull down my wet panties as well. Then I looked down to see him. My eyes immediately went wide. I've slept with four guys in total and only one was a one night stand. But boy, they weren't as huge, long, and thick as this man.

"Can you handle it?" he asked with his fiery voice.

"I can," I raised my brow and took the challenge.

I aligned myself with his before he filled me whole. Both of us had a prolonged moan when he was fully inside me. I'm definitely not a virgin but his size just made me feel like this was the first time. I couldn't even move. I needed time to adjust.

He was moving though and it just hit all the right spot inside of me. I took all the energy I have and started rocking him. The two of us were having a contest on who's screaming the loudest. I leaned back as the pleasure hit too much. We were moving together. Back and forth. Back and forth. I thought I was in control but his strong hands grabbed me by the waist and he started guiding me in circular motion.

That's when I screamed so loud. I even screamed louder when his mouth attacked my breasts once again.

It was all too much. I came and he did too just a few seconds afterwards.

One rule about this entire thing is that there must be no cuddling at all. But I didn't have the energy to stand up so I leaned in and rest my cheek against his shoulder. I was alarmed when he wrapped his arms around my body.

"What's your name?"

"Why would I give you my name?"

"Because I want to scream it for our next round"

That's when I felt him hard again and no matter how tired I was, I became turned on again too. This was a first time for me.

I told him, "Ana".

"Christian," he revealed before pulling himself from me and placed me on the couch face down. He took me from behind and yes, I screamed his name countlessly.

~~~Somewhere in the Middle~~~

The morning light was shining too bright and I could still taste vodka inside my mouth. Why did it feel so warm? Wait, where am I? I opened my eyes and I am in a very lush home. The interiors were monochromatic and I bet it took a million dollars just to create this design.

Oh my goodness! I immediately sat up when I realized I was cuddling with a guy on his couch. Cuddling! I hate that word. That's against my rules if I want to have sex with a stranger.

Careful not to wake him up, I stood up and put on my clothes which were scattered on the floor.

Before walking out of his place, I took a look at his face. I took a look at Christian and he really looked beautiful when he was sleeping. His hard chest heaved up and down and his breathing was audible since it was too quiet. I didn't know what pushed me to do so but I took a few steps to him and stared at his innocent face.

How could this be possible?

How can a person look so innocent and wild at the same time?

I kissed him tenderly on the cheek before I walked out of the door.

This? It's a one-time thing.

~~~Somewhere in the Middle~~~

"Whoa! You did it three times in one-night with this stranger?"

"Oh yes, I did. In fact, I want a replay but that would complicate things."

Kate and I were having brunch in a pastry house just three days after. Well, damn, it didn't feel like three days. My legs still ached and I was reminded that he took me in different positions that night. Christian Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was surely didn't disappoint. And what gives? It was pretty clear that he was used to those kinds of nights too.

Just like the naïve romantic she is, Kate daydreamed, "What if this guy's the one for you? What if it's fate?"

"Huh?"

"Serendipity. What if?"

I rolled my eyes before taking a bite of the lasagne. "Kate, look I understand you are a bride-to-be and all but this relationship shit? It doesn't work with me, okay?"

She frowned and rolled her eyes, "You're crazy, Ana. I know someday you will meet somebody new and he will give answers to all of your 'why's'."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Kate? Look, I love you and I don't want to hurt you. You know how bad I can get so let's just talk about another topic, okay?"

Kate nodded and asked with an intrigued voice, "So about last night . . . tell me more."

I heard the door open and Kate's eyes didn't focus on me anymore. Rather, she looked at something behind me. I didn't care though. It's just another customer probably.

I told her, "With that guy I met from the guy three days ago? That was the best sex of my life!"

Kate then looked at me in horror and I heard someone clear his throat. I looked mortified when I turned back. It was Elliott . . . with Christian! I dropped my fork and everything else did drop. I couldn't believe this. What's this guy doing here? How did this happen? HELL NO! This must not be real.

"That's too much information, Ana. I'll pretend I didn't hear it," Elliott was grossed out.

Christian, on the other hands, gave me his signature smirk and said, "Whoa. Sounded like you had the time of your life."

"Bro, that's sick!" Elliott said before sitting right next to his fiance.

"Just joking," Christian said while he sat next to me, giving me a cocky grin.

Elliott then turned to Kate and said, "Surprise, Baby! Joining you for brunch."

"Yes, joining you," Christian said teasingly as he gazed at me.

How did I get here?

Author's Note:

Just like my other stories, there is no BDSM and they are OOC. This is just the beginning of the story. We will know more about the characters. Thank you so much for reading. So . . . what do you think?

Margo.