Chapter 1 - A Night To Remember
“Self-absorbed, egotistical ass.”
Avery Blanc tossed the invitation in her wastebasket and turned her attention back to her work.
But focus was hard to come by.
Douglas Marsh made a life out of using whomever he could to get what he wanted. She knew this better than anyone.
She also knew that the invitation was just his last-ditch attempt to rile her up. For old time’s sake.
After the way things ended between them, it made sense he’d pull a stunt like that.
But he should’ve known that–because of how things ended between them–she’d rather swallow a gallon of jet fuel than attend his wedding.
She squared her shoulders and stuck out her chin, focusing on her computer screen. The CEO of one of the most successful companies in New York had no business getting upset by a useless piece of shit like her ex.
There was a light knock at her door and Avery looked up.
“I come bearing gifts,” Tristan said with a half-smile as he walked in.
She tried to bite back her irritation as he put the cappuccino and chocolate chip muffin down in front of her.
“Thanks,” she said through tight lips.
She wasn’t in the mood for company. As usual, though, her secretary acted totally oblivious to that fact.
He took a seat on her desk, his eyes lingering on her wastebasket as he did so.
“Is everything okay?” he asked. “You seem a little distracted.”
She leaned back in her chair, the expensive leather sighing beneath her. Eyeing him curiously, she folded her arms over her chest.
It didn’t escape her, the effort it took for him to keep his eyes from floating down to her legs. He was trying really hard not to catch the hem of her designer skirt riding up her thighs.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the effect she had on men.
“You’re something else, you know that?”
He shifted awkwardly. “What do you mean?”
“You just always know what I need when I need it.”
She watched as a proud smile broke onto his face. Her chest tightened at the sight of it.
“Except now,” she added, her tone hard and cold.
His smile dropped instantly.
“I didn’t ask for this-” She waved a dismissive hand at the muffin on her desk. “My door was closed, which means I don’t want to be disturbed.”
“I- I’m sorry, I just-”
“I didn’t ask for your sorry either,” she said, cutting him off.
Her words pierced him like an icicle to the heart. But instead of feeling bad, Avery found some relief.
The tortured look on his face eased the knot in her stomach. The knot that had been twisting there ever since she opened that stupid invitation.
“Miss Blanc, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
“Get out.” She fixed him with a stolid glare.
Tristan’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he rose from her desk. He didn’t turn back until he reached the door to her office.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort it took to remain level and calm.
Well, fuck him. She didn’t give a damn about how he was feeling right now. He was the one who chose to barge in there, so all of this was on him.
“Cancel my four o’clock,” she said, no longer looking at the sorry frame he cut in her doorway. “And hold all calls, for the love of God.”
She waited until she heard the telltale click of the door closing behind him, then let out a shaky breath.
When her father gave her the top seat at Blanc Holdings, he never mentioned the steel armor she’d have to bear in order to survive it.
A light ding echoed from her computer. A new email. It was her four o’clock, and the subject read ‘You’re canceling again?’
“I need to get out of here,” she said, pushing away from her desk and grabbing her things.
Amnesia was a swanky sex club where the ultra-rich could let their hair down. There were strict rules to ensure that the elite patrons would only mix with people that shared their social status.
No commoners allowed.
To make things even better, it was compulsory to conceal their identities with masks, so they were anonymous even to each other.
Invitation only. Patrons had the freedom to do whatever the hell they wanted, with whomever they wanted, with no risk of it hitting the tabloids the next day.
“Dirty martini,” Avery said to the bartender as she took a seat. “And keep them coming.”
Avery downed her first martini with the hope that it would numb her annoyance, but it didn’t work. She downed a second, and she started getting impatient.
“Let me guess,” the bartender said as he leaned down on the counter in front of her. “You have something you want to forget.”
“I just can’t believe his fucking arrogance! I mean, I’ve been trying to forget about his existence for the last five years and now he’s inviting me to his wedding! Do you know how annoying that is?”
Avery motioned to her empty glass and the bartender gave her a refill.
“So do you want him back or what?”
“God no, the emotional damage he caused me was enough to last me a lifetime.” She downed the drink and gave the bartender a pointed look. “Today is the five-year anniversary of the day he destroyed all my dreams and from the looks of it he’s having a hard time letting go.”
The bartender put the refill down in front of her and said, “It looks like you can’t let go either.”
She looked down at her glass and she pushed it around between her hands. She couldn’t believe she was discussing this with some random bartender like she was an alcoholic. But it kind of helped.
“I dedicated the majority of my life to that man. I loved him for years but in the end he forced me to walk away from him. And walk away was exactly what I did. I didn’t even bother to look back.”
“But it was still hard on you and even though you’re not willing to admit it, what he did to you still hurts. Can I give you some advice?”
“Why the hell not?” she asked as she raised her glass and downed her drink.
“You are still young and you’re incredibly hot so you shouldn’t let a man like that have control over your life or your emotions. From the looks of it he’s already done that for longer than you should have allowed. Let it go and enjoy your life. It’s the only one you have, after all.”
His words made a lot of sense and they helped her turn her heart to ice once more.
“Let me buy you a drink,” she said as she held her newly filled glass up.
The bartender poured himself a shot and held it up as well.
“With you as my witness I swear that I’ll never let Douglas Marsh put me in such a state again,” she said and clinked her glass with his.
“That’s the spirit,” the bartender said and they downed their drinks.
She scanned the club while she waited for another drink. The place was dripping with money. Designer labels writhed on the dancefloor to some nondescript deep funk with a throbbing bass-line.
“Hold the Martini. I want to dance,” she said as her impatience gnawed at her.
She got up and snaked through the crowd. Her confidence and pride burning hot in her veins. She was everything she ever wanted to be, and no man could take that away from her.
Her pulse thrummed in her neck as the dull, consistent beat rippled through her body. She ran her hands up her thighs, her middle ghosting over her breasts, and into her hair.
It wasn’t long before she felt the distinct sense of being watched. Sure, people had noticed her. Who wouldn’t?
But this was different. This was interest.
She turned slowly on the dancefloor, grazing the crowd until her eyes locked with one person in particular. A person kept to the shadows, alone in his dark booth, blatantly watching her.
The dark, mysterious air that surrounded him attracted her. It made her want to explore its depths and lose herself in them. He leaned forward, obviously liking what he saw, and she couldn’t resist the temptation.
Avery continued her sexy dance, but this time, it was a private show just for him. She allowed her hands to roam freely over her body, all the while keeping eye contact with the stranger.
He crooked his finger, inviting her to his table, and she obliged. As she approached him, her heart skipped a beat.
Even in the dark, his hazel eyes glistened behind the exquisite jewel-encrusted detail of his matte black mask. Caramel hair was slicked neatly back, and he sported a jawline that could cut through a brick wall.
“You seem to like what you see,” Avery said, taking in the delicious way his black Armani suit clung to his muscular frame.
He quirked an eyebrow and patted the empty space beside him. “Would a beautiful lady care to join me for a drink?”
The deep husk in his voice purred through her bones, creating a pool of warmth between her legs.
“It’s hard to believe that a mysterious, handsome man such as yourself doesn’t already have company,” Avery said as she took a seat next to him.
“Why would I bring company when there’s a possibility of meeting someone like you?” he whispered as he leaned closer to her.
“That kind of sweet talk will get you a long way,” Avery said, running her fingers over the exposed skin of his muscular chest.
“What can I get you?” he asked as his fingers lingered on her thigh.
Avery had never been that attracted to anyone so quickly, and she felt that there was something about the mystery man that she couldn’t resist. She didn’t have the intention of hooking up with anyone that night, but he was something else. It was like he had a magical ability to make her forget why she went there in the first place and she wanted it to last an eternity.
“I’ll have another martini,” she whispered, and she moved a little closer.
“You are breathtakingly gorgeous,” he whispered and wrapped his arm around her to pull her even closer.
The warmth radiating from his body had such a comforting effect on her. It soothed her in mind and soul. She got lost in the moment, and she couldn’t resist the urge to touch him.
He was exactly what she needed right now. He was her opportunity to escape from reality. He could help her forget all about her past.
She ran her fingers up his thigh and said, “Such a charmer. How could a girl resist?”
Without another word or hesitation, he grabbed her hand and held it to his enormous, fully erect shaft. Avery bit down on her lip as she imagined what it would feel like to have him inside of her.
She started to stroke him then, and a low groan escaped him.
“Damn, that feels good,” he said in a shaky voice.
She loved the way his words fueled her desire, and she wanted more. “If it feels so good, why don’t you kiss me?”
Unable to control her urges, she pushed her lips to his and claimed what she wanted. His arousal sparked through her in jolts, waking up every one of her nerve endings.
Their kiss became deep and heated very quickly. It was like he could consume every inch of her in that moment.
And she was only too happy to let him. She wanted nothing more than to be consumed by him. To be taken by a strong, rugged man who would force her to give up her control.
His hand trailed up her bare thigh and settled between her legs. “Jesus,” he said, letting out a shaky breath. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“You like that?” she purred in his ear.
His fingers moved in hard, quick motions between her slick lips. She closed her thighs tightly around his hand to increase the pressure, waves of pleasure pulsing through her body.
“Take it. Take my cock,” he said, dipping his head to nip at the soft flesh of her neck just below her ear. “I want to feel your warm hand around it.”
She didn’t need telling twice. Avery unzipped his pants and gripped her slender fingers around his throbbing cock.
A moan reverberated from deep in his throat as she stroked him firmly, bringing her thumb up to brush his exposed tip. He was already dripping.
“Is that for me?” she asked, pulling back to stare into his eyes.
“Fuck yeah.” He kissed his way down her neck, earning a moan. “God... No one else ever managed to get me so fucking hard.”
He planted his hands on her hips and lifted her to straddle him, the tip of his cock maddeningly teasing her entrance.
Trembling fingers clutched at the excess fabric of her dress as she hiked it up above her ass. And then, holding her breath, locking eyes with the handsome stranger, she lowered herself onto him.
Fully taking in the sheer length of his cock until she was splayed open, their pubic bones kissed in the most delicious way. She was instantly consumed by him, as she wanted to be, and all thoughts of Douglas were pushed from her mind. Her every breath was for the dark stranger between her thighs and he left no room for anyone else.
His hands roamed over her, enticing a shiver that spread over her like wildfire. They moved over her tight ass and he groaned as he squeezed it.
“You’re the kind of girl every guy dreams about,” he breathed, pressing down on her hips so he could drive deeper into her.
Avery closed her eyes and gasped out loud, taking a second to compose herself. She knew that every guy dreamt about her but unfortunately she couldn’t find the one guy she was looking for. The one who would love her for who she was, not for her money.
The guy who would dedicate himself to her without expecting anything in return. The guy who would love her as much as she loved him. The thought irritated her because she knew that guy didn’t exist.
“I don’t give a damn about what every guy wants,” she said, rocking her hips. “All I care about right now is getting lost in this moment with you.”
He filled her up completely then, his shaft pulsing against her walls. She didn’t want it to end too soon, so she had to be careful.
Her movements were deliberate, but slow. Drawing out every instance of unadulterated pleasure.
“Let me do the fucking,” he said, fisting his hands in her hair as he pulled her face right up to his.
She sucked in a shaky breath. “Yes.”
The table behind her squeaked across the floor as he leaped up, turning them over before she could realize what was happening.
Strong hands positioned her on the seat, kneeling, slung over the backrest, ass up.
The shift of power was exhilarating and it poured even more fuel on the raging fire that was her desire. It was exactly what she was looking for. The ability to loosen her iron grip on the control she had to keep every day because she was so damn tired of it.
She wanted someone else to carry the burden for a while even if that someone was a random stranger fucking her in a club. And even if it only lasted for a few minutes.
“Oh God, yes,” she panted.
Stars burst in front of her eyes as he drove into her from behind. Then he did it again. And then again.
She squeezed her eyes shut as pure ecstasy spread through every inch of her and bit down on her hand to keep from crying out.
Juices ran down her thighs, and her legs began to quiver. Arousal swelled deep within, coiling around her clit and making it throb.
“Oh God,” she muttered. “Don’t stop.”
As if he could read her body like a book, a hand reached around and, using two fingers, he stroked her clit. Instantly, the pressure that had been building there started to unravel.
All the while, his thrusting didn’t slow down. He drove into her as though his life depended on it.
“I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard,” he said, sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
She flung back her arm to wrap around his neck and arched her back, pressing her ass against him.
Deeper. She needed him to go deeper. To take everything she offered, and she offered it all.
The more she moaned, the harder he thrust. They were both hurtling toward their climax with no chance of turning back.
His fingers worked deftly between her legs, while his other hand held onto her hip, keeping her firmly in place.
He straightened, using one hand to push her face into the soft leather of the booth and then slapping her ass sharply with the other.
She cried out, the sting of his slap sending electric shudders straight to her swollen clit. Her walls clenched tighter around his cock, pulsing dangerously close to her inevitable demise.
God, she wanted it. She wanted him to push her over so she could get lost in a moment of pure bliss. It was something she hadn’t felt in years and her body yearned for it.
He slapped her again, the sound of it ringing out in the dark corner of the club.
Her legs quivered, nearly giving in under her.
“You like that, don’t you?” He slapped her again, thrusting deeply into her, picking up his pace.
His breathing came in fast, hot pants on her back. She could tell he was close, too.
“Finish me,” she breathed, arching up to snake her fingers into his luscious hair. “God, how badly I want you to finish me.”
They clung to each other, sweaty bodies in the dark, coaxing that sweet release to take them over.
He nipped her ear. “Oh God, I’m cumming,” he groaned and pinched her clit between his two fingers.
Avery bit her lip but couldn’t contain the strangled cry that tore from her throat as wave after wave of her climax crashed through her, wracking her body in uncontrollable spasms.
He released her clit, switching to rapid stroking for her to ride it out as he finally allowed himself to let go and erupt with full force.
“Oh. Fuck. Ahhhhh!”
The stranger jerked and trembled his way to climax, ramming into her until every last drop of him was spent.
Avery felt as though she’d never regain the full use of her legs as she shakily returned to a seated position, trying to catch her breath. She watched as he pulled up his pants and sat beside her.
Running a tentative finger up her wet thigh, he collected her juices and, locking his eyes with hers, sucked the taste of her into his mouth.
Even though she was completely spent, she felt amazing. Her stress was relieved, and she had completely forgotten about everything that bothered her.
She looked up at him then, mesmerized by his magnetic gaze, her lungs fighting to get back the air they needed. But even in her absolute ecstasy, she didn’t miss the flicker that passed behind those hazel eyes.
“Do- do I know you?” Avery whispered.