One Night Stand

Chapter 47

Javier’s POV

Javier was beginning to feel something. Yet, he stayed seated. Sandra walked over to sit with him and

poured him a drink, much to his delight. He didn't mind at all, much to his pleasure. He knew he

despised Sandra, so he drank all she offered him. He then felt compelled to use the restroom. So he

left the room, and as he walked to the restroom, he sensed something was awry. His legs were getting

difficult to bear. He dragged himself to the restroom. In a fog, he walked directly to the sink and was

about to rinse his face when the lavatory door swung open with a crash!!. Javier noticed Sandra in the

mirror and lifted his head with a grimace. Unbuttoning her coat slightly to reveal her cleavage. He

averted his gaze from her cleavage and rubbed his face angrily.

How useless can I possibly be? Today, I keep bumping into this nasty chick wherever I go. Is this just a

coincidence?

He was a tenacious individual. He didn't want to show her he was not feeling well.

"Did I enter the ladies' restroom?" he inquired, standing up straight. When he glanced around, he saw

urinals. "It appears that you have entered the incorrect restroom, Miss Williams."

Sandra couldn't believe how hard she had worked. Why is this man still standing? Out of guilt, she

glanced around and pretended it was an honest mistake.

"Oh my God, Javier, I'm so sorry." She dashed out the door. When Javier realized it was deliberate, he

merely sneered. He wiped his face and returned to the private room. He sat down and began drinking,

but soon began to feel tired. He stepped up to inform Ethan that he was going, but the guy was too

occupied dancing with some of the staff. He grinned, knowing that there was someone as liberated as

Ethan. He had a wonderful rapport with others. He went out in only his tuxedo since everyone else was

having a good time and no one noticed him. He shook his head helplessly and looked for his phone. He

had slipped and lost a few feet before he realized it. Fortunately, He managed to hang on to the

corridor's wall in time.

"Damn it!" He murmured

What is going on with me? What's causing my sleepiness and dizziness? Why are my limbs completely

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Aside from that, he felt an unfathomable fire blazing within him. In terror, he lifted his head and saw his

reflection in the door of one of the private rooms. His face was unusually scarlet, and his eyes were

lustful.

Something isn't right.

He began to recollect everything that had occurred that night. Including Sandra's offering him a drink.

Is it possible...

He shook his head and tried again to recollect. He was now certain that Sandra had spiked his drink.

He wanted to go right away, but his feet were giving him trouble. They couldn't move at all since they

were too weak. Javier shuddered at the image of Sandra having her way with him. He quickly pulled

out his phone and dialed the last number he dialed. He couldn't recall anything, but the person who

answered the phone was too fast.

"Hello," Gabriella said. When he heard her voice, he felt so relieved.

"Mrs. Hills, you better get your a$$ over to the karaoke club at 761 Main Street. If you don’t want

Sandra to bear my child tonight,"

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Mrs. Hills, get your a$$ over here!!" Sandra tainted my drink." He muttered that before collapsing on

the floor. His dick was out of it, and he was feeling terrible.

And he was in desperate need of a fuck. He knew if Sandra came to him, he'd be unable to resist her.

He felt horny, woozy, and drowsy all at once.

Sandra stepped outside after about 15 minutes. And noticed Javier's beast standing hard and

throbbing in his pants. She grinned and approached him. Her first action was to stroke his groin. She

glanced around to make sure no one was looking. She unbuttoned his pants, then recalled that

swallowing his dick in public was not a good idea. She caressed his hair, but Javier pulled her away,

forcing her to touch his shaft once again. He was under the impression that it was Gabriella who was

caressing his shaft. Everything seemed blurry to him.

"Javier, let me grab my bag, and we'll be out of here in a minute, darling."

"I will do anything you want," she replied, stroking his face, before hurrying inside to collect her bag.