Chapter 3

AARON’S POV

I woke up to see that I was alone.

The space beside me on the bed was empty and cold. I sat up slowly and looked around the room. Her clothes were gone and even her bag was gone.

There was no sign that she had ever been there except the faint scent of her that was still on the sheets and the slight aching in my muscles from how hard I had fucked her.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, there was one new message.

It was from the woman I had actually arranged to meet.

‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it last night. I had an emergency at home and I simply couldn’t leave. Please forgive me. We can reschedule if you still want.’

I read it twice. Then a third time.

So the woman who was supposed to show up never came. That meant the woman I spent the entire night buried inside was someone else.

A complete stranger.

I dragged a hand down my face and tried to remember every detail of her.

She had dark hair and an extremely soft body. She didn’t talk much at first, but the way she kissed me back was like she needed it just as badly as I did.

The way her pussy clenched so tight around my cock that I almost lost it the second I pushed inside her. Those perky nipples that hardened under my tongue the moment I sucked them.

The taste of her when I went down on her. How good she felt, how loud she moaned when I sucked her clit and fucked her with my fingers.

How she kept cumming and still begged for more.

I never asked for her name or even got her number, now I had no idea where she lived or how to find her.

I got out of bed and checked the entire apartment. I went through the living room first.

I looked under the couch, behind the cushions, on the floor near where we first started. But there was nothing.

I went to the bathroom next. I checked the counter, floor and even the trash. But it was empty too. In the kitchen, there was still nothing.

I went back to the bedroom and went through the nightstand drawers, floor on both sides of the bed and under the bed itself.

But there was not a single thing left behind. No ID, no phone, no note, not even a hairpin or a receipt.

I stood in the middle of the room and called Samantha.

She picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Hello, Samantha, it's Aaron. The woman who was at the apartment last night, who was she?”

There was a short pause. “What do you mean?”

“Someone else showed up, instead of the woman I booked and she stayed the night. Do you perhaps have any idea who it was?”

“I left before anyone arrived,” Hailey said. “I don’t know who entered after me, I didn’t send anyone else.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“I’m positive. I have no idea who that was. Why? Did something happen?”

“Just answer the question. You really don’t know?”

“I really don’t. I’m sorry.”

I ended the call without another word and stood there in the quiet apartment. Frustrated didn’t even cover it.

First of all, how the hell did a complete stranger end up walking into that place and let me fuck her like that?

Second, and more importantly, no woman had ever made me come that hard. Not once. Not even close.

The way her pussy kept tightening around me every time I moved in deeper. The sounds she made when I held her throat and kissed her.

How wet she got the second I put my mouth on her. How she took every inch and still arched back for more.

I tried telling myself that it shouldn’t matter. It was just one night and she was gone. There was no reason to look for her.

People had one-night stands every day and moved on without thinking twice.

But my mind refused to let it go.

I kept seeing her and feeling her. The memory of sliding into that tight, dripping heat made my cock twitch.

Then I got fully hard, heavy and aching against my thigh just from thinking about how she felt around me.

I could still hear the wet sound of my cock moving in and out of her. I could still feel her nails digging into my shoulders when she came.

I cursed under my breath and headed for the shower.

I turned on the cold water at first, but it didn’t help much.

I still ended up wrapping a hand around myself and stroking it steadily, remembering how her walls fluttered when she came on my tongue.

I forced myself to stop before I could finish. I had work and I couldn’t stand in a stranger’s shower getting off to a woman I would never see again.

I dressed, left the apartment, and drove straight to Pierce Enterprises.

My assistant was already waiting when I stepped into the office.

“Good morning, Mr. Pierce. You have the quarterly review at ten, the call with the London office at eleven-thirty, and the contracts from legal need your signature before noon. Also, the board sent over the updated projections for the new branch.”

“Put everything on my desk.”

She nodded and followed me in, laying the files out neatly. I sat down and opened the first one.

Numbers, projections and signatures. All the usual things that normally kept my mind sharp and focused.

I read the same paragraph three times and still didn’t absorb a single word.

My phone sat face-up next to the laptop. I checked it even though I knew there would be nothing. There was no message or missed call.

What was I thinking of, she didn’t even have my number. There was no reason for the screen to light up with anything from her.

I signed the first set of contracts anyway. Took the London call and answered every question as if I was fully present. But I wasn’t.

Halfway through the call I caught myself staring out the window, remembering the exact sound she made when I first pushed all the way inside her.

After the call ended I moved on to the quarterly review and my team presented the numbers.

I nodded at the right times and asked a few questions so no one would notice my mind was elsewhere. The entire time I kept seeing her face in the dark, the way her mouth fell open when she came.

By early afternoon I had gone through every file on my desk. I checked my phone again, still nothing.

I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my eyes.

This was ridiculous. I was Aaron Pierce.

I didn’t chase after nameless women who left before dawn, I didn’t sit in my office getting hard over a memory.

I had built this company from nothing. I had more important things to focus on than one night of the best sex I had ever had.

But the thought wouldn’t leave.

I kept replaying how her pussy gripped me when she came the second time. How she told me not to stop. How she asked me to cum inside her and then took every bit of it as she wanted.

My cock stirred again under the desk. I shifted in the chair and forced my attention back to the last set of documents.

I signed them, sent the emails and approved the projections.

But none of it was able to stick.

By late afternoon I had stopped pretending completely.

I had no name, number or address. I had no way to track her down, even Samantha whose actual name was Hailey didn’t know.

The original woman had never shown up. The stranger had walked out before dawn and left nothing behind, not a single clue.

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the city through the glass wall of my office.

She was a complete stranger. I had absolutely no way of finding her.

I told myself that one more time, as if repeating it would make it true. But it didn’t.