Love For Just One Night

As I walked down the aisle and saw the man of my dreams, I instantly realized something was wrong with the picture. I was 21 and in love but not with the man at the end of the aisle; I was in love with the idea of getting married. As soon as I realized that, I stopped and started to back up slowly until he noticed that instead of moving forward, I was going the opposite direction.
I dashed into the dressing room, grabbed my clothes that I came in, then got outside as fast as I could.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked.

"Doing something smart for once in my life!" I yelled back at him.

"Smart?! I thought that you wanted to get married!"

"I do. But not now and not to you," I said walking a little bit faster. I had to get away from the church and away from anyone that knew me.

"Fine, I see how it is...cold feet. I'll see you back at the hotel later then," he said, calming down.

"That's what you think," I mumbled to myself.

I soon found a place to change my clothes. As soon as I'd changed, I threw my dress in a dumpster since it was worthless. I flagged down a cab and told the driver to take me to the nearest club. When I reached the club, I paid the driver then went inside.

It was very dark inside but the dim light set a nice atmosphere. I pushed my way through the crowd and finally reached the bar. I ordered the one thing I know would get me drunk and fast; tequila shots. After taking three shots and getting grasshopper to go sit down with, I looked around to see if there was someone to keep my mind off Alex for the rest of the evening. I soon saw a very gorgeous man leaning against the wall on the other side of the room. We made eye contact and he looked interested. I saw him starting to make his way over but I wasn't going to let him talk to me that easy. If he was really interested in me, he'd find me.

I made my way over to the darkest corner and sat down. I sipped my drink and I waited. Just when I was about to get up and leave, he walked up to my table and sat down.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I replied smiling.

"I'm Patrick," he said giving me a crooked smile.

"Analise, but I prefer Ana."

"Well, either way, I like your name. It's pretty just like you," he said flashing me another crooked smile.

"Does that line usually work on girls?" I asked.

"On about everyone but you," he replied laughing.

"Who said it wasn't working for me?" I asked smirking. If I was being honest with myself, just looking at him was working for me.

"Hey, I'm gonna order another drink, do you want something?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Let's go up to the bar and get something."

About forty-five minutes later, I was very buzzed and I knew that's what Patrick wanted.

"I think that I'm going to go," I said watching him to see his reaction.

"Why? The fun's just started," he replied.

"Well, you could come with me and we could have some fun just the two of us," I purred in his ear.

"Well, what if I have other plans?" he asked.

"Cancel them, I'm a lot better than anything else you could do." I leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Besides, I'm not wearing any panties."

"Well, when you put it that way," he said, his lips almost touching mine, "How can I refuse?"

I backed away and grabbed his hand. We walked outside and hailed a cab. When we finally reached the hotel and got inside the lobby, the sparks were flying. He got a room then we rushed to the elevator. Once inside, things got hot and heavy.

When we finally reached the twelfth floor, we practically ran to the room; we couldn't get the door opened fast enough. When we reached the bed, all the clothes were off. An hour later, we lay sweaty and breathing heavily.

"I'll make you want this, and make you want it more. You keep on sucking me in, to make me want it more," he sung quietly.

I looked up at him. "Do songs about sex make girls want you more?"

"That depends."

"On what?" I asked.

"How bad is it making you want me?"

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you right now."

"Then I guess it works," he mumbled with his lips against mine.

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