Husband For Hire

"Thank God you made it" Florence said with a sigh of relief immediately she sighted her best friend's car pulling up in front of the house.

The door of the car flung open and a sassy looking Diane stepped out.

Dressed in a red strapless dress that accuented her hour glass figure and a silver coloured heels that elevated her, she was the real definition of every man's wet dream.

"I think I'm looking much more hotter than the celebrant" Diane remarked, pulling off the dark sunglasses that covered up her pretty hazel green eyes.

Florence giggled and patted the hem of her sea green maternity dress "of course you would look hotter, I'm pregnant and Damien wouldn't let me dress hot" Florence said with a pout on her lips.

"Is that my name I'm hearing?, what have I done now" the deep voice of Damien, Florence husband came from the doorway.

"Hey babe, Diane's here" Florence whispered as her husband pressed a chaste kiss on her cheeks before facing Diane.

Diane gagged at their display of affection,a look of disgust in her eyes.

She hated couples showing off their affection in front of her.

Hell she abhorred it and if not the fact that the couple before her were her friends, she would have left the venue immediately.

"Stop that, you know Diane doesn't like it" Florence said with a laugh.

Damien childishly pulled out his tongue at Diane and she reciprocated immediately, the two of them were like little kids.

"Damien! Where did you keep the beer?" A voice yelled for the inside of the house.

Damien waved his hands and pressed another kiss on Florence's cheek "Will see you later" he said and bounced Into the house.

"I don't like him" Diane said with an eye roll.

Florence giggled at her best friend "you don't like everyone" she said , holding onto Diane's hands firmly as she dragged her into the house where the party was going on in full swing.

Dianeade her way through the sea of bodies that were grinding on each other drunkenly, a bottle of half drunk beer in her hand.

Florence, the celebrant had retired upstairs a few minutes ago with the excuse that her feet was hurting and her henpecked husband had carted her off with a worried expression.

"I'm so bored" Diane whined, looking around the almost clustered room.

She wondered how her friend's birthday party which was supposed to be an elegant ball room banquet turn into a full blown club for horny teenagers.

Amidst the crowd, Diane sighted a bunch of curly black hair that called onto her.

Diane licked her lips and headed toward the mass of curls with a determined gaze.

Target for the night sighted

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The sunlight streaming into the room from the window shone on Diane's face, she groaned lowly and tried to turn in order to prevent the sun from getting Into her eyes but she found out that she was strongly held down by an arm.

She flipped her eyes open slowly and gasped at the sight before her.

A naked hot piece of dick was lying beside her, passed out and his hands wrapped possessively around her waist.

Diane cursed in a low voice as she made to separate herself from him but without success .

The man beside her groaned and stirred, her left hand was freed and she used it to spank him on his arms.

"Get up , I need to head to work" she tried to scream but her voice came out hoarse and low.

The man beside her jolted up and looked around the room with wide eyes, his silver orbs gleaming with confusion.

Diane shook her head that was almost getting confused by his innocent beauty, she refused to be tempted anymore.

"What have I done! Oh God" she heard him panicking beside her.

Diane scoffed "we had sex, that is what we did, simple as that" Diane said.

The young man looked at her "I'm sorry that I slept with you while you were drunk, I'm sorry that I lost control" He said.

Diane didn't know why but she burst into laughter "why the fuck are you apologizing for something as casual as this, haven't you heard of one night stands before?" Diane asked "don't tell me that you are virgin" This time, her eyes were wide in surprise.

The young man looked down, a shy blush tainting his tanned cheeks.

Diane pinched herself with the aim to clear her brain, it was a rare thing to see a sexy innocent guy and it was such a turn on for an experienced woman like her.

" I'm not a virgin, anyways Let's get married, I probably took your virginity..."

Diane's laughter cut his statement short. She stared at him in bewilderment, wondering how he wasn't a virgin but was still this innocent.

"There's no reason to marry me ...uhm.."

"Jeffery, my name is Jeffery"

"Good, Jeffery, there is no reason to marry me what we did last night was with consent and besides we are not even in a relationship and neither am I pregnant so it would be ridiculous of me to ask you to take responsibility " Diane explained to him slowly, making his eyes widen.

"I'm not even a virgin, I have had sex countless times with different men" Diane added, she watched as a ridiculous amount of blush creep up to Jeffery's face from his neck.

She wondered how his blush was this visible with his tanned complexion.

"Oh" Jeffery lowered his head and bir his lips, then he looked around the room that was looking like a tornado had swept through it.

He stood up from the bed and locked his clothes from the floor, he quickly dressed up and fled out of the room, like a rat that was being pursued by a cat.

Diane watched his fleeing back, a grin on her face.

Aren't I the one that is supposed to run away? Men this days are becoming so weird