She awoke, feeling a heavy body thrown onto the bed. Her eyes fluttered open in disorientation. The room was dark and she could barely make out any details before a large figure pressed down on her.
"Damn, is there a ghost in the room? So heavy..." she complained, feeling the heat radiating off the body pressing down on her. Her instinct was to push it off, but she was too weak to muster any strength.
"Stop moving!"
A deep, masculine voice admonished her. It sobered Rose up considerably. She had heard of the notorious one-night stands at Las Vegas's mask bars, but she only intended to have a drink to drown her sorrows. She hadn't planned for a one-night stand. "Uh... Sir, you have you are mistaken. I... I'm not that kind of person!"
Rose explained groggily, struggling to push off the man on top of her. In her daze, she remembered a muscular gigolo hitting on her when she entered the bar. He offered services for two hundred dollars a night. She immediately turned him down, but this man's voice sounded just like that gigolo’s.
"Hey... let go of me or else… or else I'll scream!" Rose drunkenly began to wriggle underneath the man. She might be drunk but that didn't mean she would give up her 22 years of integrity to a gigolo.
"Hel...." Before she could finish crying for help, her lips were covered with a warm, gentle kiss. Rose was stunned. Her first kiss was just stolen, just like that… gone…
Without further thought, his soft touch invaded her mouth, sending her heart into a premature ventricular contraction.
Under his passionate kiss, Rose, who had forgotten how to breathe properly, started to feel dizzy again. Slowly, her hands pressing against his chest grew weak, finally dropping helplessly onto the soft bed. Somehow, she fell asleep.
Sigh, she had to admit, the cocktails at the mask bar sure were potent.
…
When dawn pierced through the curtains, the man woke.
The girl from last night lay beside him, her bare shoulders peeking out from the thin blanket. Her fair skin emitted a soft glow which was quite appealing and made one want to adore her.
Before entering the room last night, she was wearing a mask so he hadn't seen her face. Now, her mask had slipped off and landed beside her pillow. The man reached over to gently lift the long hair covering her face.
Perhaps it tickled, and she grumbled discontentedly, turning her head to burrow deeper into the soft pillow. Now, he'd have to wait until later for a glimpse of her face.
A small smile tugged at the man's lips. Last night, he had lost control due to the drugs and exhausted her. He didn't dare to disturb her now, he could always see her face when she woke up.
As he got out of bed, he noticed a peach-heart birthmark on her right shoulder. He couldn’t resist and bent down, placing a tender kiss on the mark.
Other people's one-night stands were just games, but him, he seemed to have developed actual feelings.
His phone vibrating on the floor, seeing the incoming call, he picked it up and stepped out of the bedroom before answering, "Are you not done making a mess yet?"
