LOGINShare
Chapter 2 — Morning After.
publish date:
2026-05-20 21:29:44-POV Derby
I woke up first. My heart was already hammering before my eyes could adjust to the ceiling that wasn’t mine. The room still smelled like him — clean soap, warm skin, something that still clung to me from last night, the same scent that had wrapped around me last night when he paused right before pushing inside me, eyes locked on mine like he was waiting to see if I’d stop him. I didn’t. My dress was crumpled on the floor. My bag sat by the door. One of my heels had somehow ended up near the window. I had a system for mornings like this: quiet, fast, gone before the awkwardness could start. I sat up slowly, pulling the sheet against my chest on instinct even though it felt stupid after last night. “You don’t have to do that.” His voice was low, rough from sleep, and my body reacted to it before I could stop it. I stopped moving immediately. Jordan was awake. Lying on his side, one arm tucked under his head, watching me with the same steady look from last night, impossible to read. The sheet had slipped low on his hips. He didn’t even look surprised to find me halfway out the door already. I clutched the dress tighter to my bare skin. “Do what?” “The quiet exit.” He didn’t accuse. He just stated it, like a fact he already knew. “You’ve been awake for four minutes.” Heat flooded my face. “You were watching me.” “You weren’t exactly subtle about trying to leave.” My stomach tightened anyway, which annoyed me more than it should’ve. I looked away toward the grey morning light, trying to steady my breathing. My skin still felt too sensitive, like it remembered every place his mouth had been. “I have work,” I said, even though I knew it was Saturday. “It’s Saturday.” I opened my mouth, closed it. I heard how stupid that sounded the second it left my mouth. “I still have things to do,” I muttered, already reaching for my shoes, keeping my back to him. The room felt too quiet. I could still feel him watching me even with my back turned. “You don’t have to leave.” His voice was softer this time, but it still wrapped around me and I hated how badly part of me wanted to turn around. “I know.” I didn’t turn around. “I want to.” That wasn’t entirely true. Part of me wanted to crawl back under the sheets and feel his hands on me again. Staying suddenly felt way too easy. That scared me. I stood, bag strap over my shoulder, phone heavy with notifications I refused to check. When I finally faced him, he hadn’t moved. Still lying there, eyes locked on mine with that same still watching me like he had nowhere else to be. “Last night—” I started, voice thinner than I wanted. “Was last night,” he finished for me, quiet and certain. That should’ve helped. Somehow it didn’t. “Right,” I whispered. Then— “You okay?” The question hit somewhere soft and unexpected. It was not good. Not do you want coffee. Just… you okay? Straight and honest. It made my throat tighten. “I’m fine,” I lied. He studied me for a long second, He looked at me long enough that I knew he didn’t buy it, without calling it out. Then he said again, softer, “Okay.” I turned toward the door. Three steps. The handle felt cold under my palm. The hallway outside promised normalcy — grey carpet, ordinary morning, escape. “Derby.” Quiet, low, and enough to stop me anyway. My hand tightened. I didn’t turn at first. “Leaving already?” The same words from last night, but heavier now. I turned around slowly. He was still in bed, watching me across the room with that waiting without pushing, which somehow made it harder to leave. “I don’t know your last name,” I said, voice smaller than I liked. “No,” he answered. “You don’t.” A thick beat passed. “Vasquez,” he added, easy. Like it meant nothing. My heart skipped — hard. My stomach dropped before I even understood why. Vasquez. I knew that name. I nodded once. Turned back to the door. And walked out. Only in the elevator, staring at my flushed reflection in the metal doors, did the memory hit me again — the way he’d paused, eyes locked on mine, the way my body had arched into him without hesitation. Heat hit me low in my stomach so suddenly it made me press my legs together. I pressed my legs together, trying to ignore it. This was supposed to be one night. One stupid, reckless mistake. But as the elevator descended, I felt it — that quiet, dangerous pull dragging me backward. Like the night wasn’t finished with me yet. Jordan Vasquez didn’t feel like the kind of man people walked away from cleanly. And worse — I wasn’t sure I wanted it to end either. Even though I knew I should. End of Chapter 2
Latest chapter
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 50 — The Line Is Gone
-POV Derby Derby stood by the window, her knuckles white as she gripped the fabric of her skirt, refusing to look at the man who had just dismantled the final remnants of her composure. Jordan hadn’t moved from the door. He didn't need to. His presence alone seemed to occupy every cubic inch of the space, pinning her in place. The casual, detached mask he usually wore was gone, replaced by something much more dangerous—a raw, unfiltered focus that made her skin prickle. "You're not answering," he repeated, his voice low and devoid of the polished veneer he saved for investors and the press. It was just the two of them, and for the first time, he sounded like a man who had finally run out of patience. Derby forced a swallow past the lump in her throat, her gaze still fixed on the horizon, not the man she’d spent the last few weeks trying to convince herself was a mistake. "Because there’s nothing left to say, Jordan. We crossed the line. Again. And we both know exactly what that ma
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 49 — He Doesn’t Let It Go
-POV Derby Silence in the room wasn't empty; it was heavy, pressing against Derby’s chest until every breath felt like a conscious effort. Jordan stood just a few feet away, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him, but the distance between them felt like a canyon. He hadn’t moved when she tried to pull away. His grip on her wrist remained firm—not bruising, but immovable. It was a silent assertion of his presence, a refusal to let her frame this as a fleeting moment that meant nothing. Derby kept her gaze fixed on the sharp line of his collarbone, refusing to meet his eyes. If she looked at him, she knew the resolve she had spent the last hour meticulously building would crumble. She felt the ghost of his touch where he held her, a sensory anchor that made it impossible to pretend she was anywhere else. "You're not answering," he said. His voice was low, stripped of any polite veneer, vibrating with a raw, demanding edge. "There’s nothing to answer, Jordan,"
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 48 — Almost Confession
-POV Derby Breathing was a luxury I couldn't quite afford as we broke apart. My forehead rested against his, both of us heaving in the quiet, climate-controlled air of the office. The storm outside had slowed to a rhythmic tapping against the glass, an indifferent backdrop to the wreckage we were making of the room—and each other. Jordan’s hands were still locked firmly onto my waist, his thumbs digging into the fabric of my blazer as if he were trying to memorize the exact shape of me. His eyes were dark, dilated, searching my face with a terrifyingly naked need that I hadn't expected to see on a man like him. "Derby," he murmured, his voice sounding raw, like he’d been shouting in a desert. I couldn't look away. My pulse was a frantic bird against the cage of my ribs. Everything I’d been holding back for the last few months—the late nights, the jealousy, the slow, agonizing realization that I was falling for a ghost of a man who belonged to someone else—it all felt like it was
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 47 - Don’t Look at Me Like That
-POV Derby Rain still hammered against the glass, but inside the suite, the air felt like it was ionizing, crackling with a static charge that made the hair on my arms stand up. Jordan hadn't moved his hands. They remained framed against my jaw, his palms warm and grounding, holding me in place while my heart hammered against my ribs like a caged bird. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice dropping to that low, raspy register that bypassed my brain and went straight to my nerves. I kept my eyes fixed on his throat, on the pulse point that was beating in time with mine. "I can't." Jordan said "Why?" "Because if I look at you," I whispered, the words catching on a jagged breath, "I’ll forget why I’m supposed to be angry. I’ll forget that you’re someone else’s future. I’ll forget that this room is just a temporary shelter for a mistake." He shifted, his fingers sliding into my hair, tugging gently until I was forced to tilt my head back. His eyes were dark, devoid of the cold, prof
One Night, Wrong Man Chaoter 46 — You Still Came Back
-POV DerbyRain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the forty-second-floor suite, turning the city lights into a blurred, weeping mess of neon. Standing in the center of the dark room, I stared at the reflection of the office in the window. The space felt colder tonight, or maybe that was just the hollow ache that had settled in my chest since the media brief in the courtyard.My bags were packed. They were sitting by the service elevator in my apartment, a half-finished resignation letter waiting on my laptop. I had come here to give him the final audit logs—the last of the data, the last of the project, the last of the excuses."You’re late," Jordan said.He wasn't sitting at his desk. He was standing by the heavy mahogany door, his coat damp, his hair slightly messed up by the wind. He hadn't turned the main lights on, leaving us in the dim, amber glow of the emergency exit signs and the flickering city below."I don't need to be on time anymore," I replied, my voice stea
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 45 — Jealous, This Time It Hurts
-POV Derby The glass corridor connecting the main office tower to the Grand Horizon executive pavilion always felt like walking through a greenhouse. By three in the afternoon, the sun hit the panes directly, throwing sharp, blinding squares of light across the polished concrete floor. It was hot, bright, and completely packed with corporate managers heading toward the weekend closing sessions. I walked with a heavy plastic crate clamped under my arms, filled with the final printed copies of the third-quarter integration audits. My shoulder muscles were tight, aching from a long day of data entry, but the skin on the back of my neck felt entirely different. It still carried that quiet, lingering memory of his fingers from last night—the slow, heavy warmth of his palm holding me against the leather sofa while the tower slept. *Derby.* He had whispered my name like it was an anchor, like he actually needed the glitch to survive the machine his father had built for him. I’d let mysel
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 22 — No More Running
-POV Derby I didn’t leave his penthouse that night. After everything that had happened between us that night, leaving stopped feeling as simple as walking out the door. We lay there in silence, his arm still around my waist, and for once neither of us seemed interested in breaking it. Somew
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 21 — The Price of Wanting
-POV Derby I left Jordan’s office that evening knowing I’d just made everything harder. I couldn’t bring myself to go home yet, so I spent the next hour wandering the city with nowhere specific to be, letting the cold night air sting my skin, hoping I’d stop replaying every conversation we’d ha
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 20 — The Line We Keep Crossing
-POV Derby I left his penthouse that morning without saying goodbye. I slipped out while he was still asleep, one arm stretched across the bed like he’d expected me to still be there. Leaving would’ve felt easier if every part of me wasn’t still thinking about him, like he knew the conversation
One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 19 — The Morning After the Fall
-POV Derby The next morning I woke up in Jordan’s bed. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I remembered pieces of the night. Not enough to know when I’d fallen asleep. The room was brighter than I wanted it to be, which was how I noticed Jordan beside me. He was still asleep beside me, his ar
You may also like
Triplets on Secret Mission
Lamour Toujours1.3M viewsForced marriage: Dear wife, you can't escape me
Natie 585.5K viewsTrading My Ex for His Uncle
Hello Spring629.6K viewsAddicted to Loving You: The Paranoid and Domineering Boss's Convicted Wife
Gu family's Little Bamboo688.7K viewsI AM MY STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION
Lizzy Aik98 viewsC*nt Of Demand: 60 Shades Of Pure Evil
Grace437 viewsThe Prison Boss Wants Me
Blessing Okosi122 viewsRejected while pregnant - My Ex husband begged too late
Feesat pen 36 views
