30 Days With My Dashing One-Night Stand Billionaire

~LUNA~

"Yes! Eric! Yes! Harder, please!! Oh, God!..."

The redhead's screams were still sounding loud in my head as though I was still there watching him slam into her. He had never been that wild with me. Always treating me like I was fragile and that any wild sex positions might break me.

Even the music blasting from the stereo mounted at strategic places in the hotel's clubhouse couldn't drown their voices ringing on repeat in my head.

Nor did the swaying of bodies on the dance floor shut out the events playing so vividly in front of me.

This party was supposed to be a welcoming distraction— at least, that was what Mia told me as she dragged me out of her apartment this evening.

How ironic that I went down to his apartment to surprise him with the meal I prepared for him since he said he wasn't feeling well. But I was surprised instead. Right there, on his bed, Eric was banging furiously into Sylvia, my coursemate and the bitch that I never saw eye to eye with. Awesome.

Tears continued trailing a pathway down my cheeks as I recalled them all— the way she twisted and squirmed underneath him while he flipped her to whichever position he deemed fit. I could finally guess what he meant by wild. The sex positions as well... He had never tried them with me.

I tasted the saltiness of my tears, a reminder of how stupid I was. My elder brother Michael had always warned me about him. He never trusted Eric's intention towards me. But I was blindly in love and saw no fault with him.

Hissing, I drowned the remaining champagne in the flute and blindly reached for another on the table, but a feminine hand stopped me before my best friend Mia bounced on the couch beside me, her brows narrowed.

"Really, Luna? You are going to sit here and drown in champagne all night?" She asked softly, her gaze boring into me.

I eyed the champagne as though it was my lifeline before I let out a deep sigh.

"I don't feel like dancing Mia," I muttered, as more tears poured out. I collapsed into fresh sobs on Mia's shoulders.

"Luna..." She cooed softly, letting go of my hand and wrapping me in her arms.

"You have to get that asshole out of your head. Don't worry, Sylvia will have me to contend with once school resumes." She said with a note of finality.

But her threat did nothing to repair the heartache in my heart. "Instead of him telling me what he wanted, he decided to get it from Sylvia. Who the fuck says I can't have wild sex?" I continued my lamentations as a pool of tears framed my face, almost choking me.

"Luna!" Mia called again, this time a little loudly. "Do you want to kill yourself because of this asshole?" She reprimanded.

"In his words: You are too modest and non-thrilling in