Surprise Love Affair Chapter One – Ali Parker

Surprise Love Affair Chapter One



Over Twelve Years Ago

The pulsating beats of the music vibrated through my body. Closing my eyes, I invited the energy of the electrifying New York City nightclub to consume me. The music and the liquor melted away my worries and coursed through my blood. Tonight, I felt unstoppable. Grinning, I opened my eyes.

Tonight, I could be anyone.

Lights flashed in every imaginable color, casting a kaleidoscope of shadows on the gyrating bodies around me. The closest bodies to me were those of my girlfriends. Against the backdrop of club scents, like body odor, Axe deodorant, and vanilla cotton candy body spray, I could smell my best friend Mattie’s delightful lavender shampoo. She smelled like the most expensive thing in here.

Besides maybe the top shelf liquor behind the bar.


I made up my mind the moment we decided to go out—I was hooking up. I needed a break from my every day routine. I was logical and cautious and spent most of my free time studying. Now that I was in my last year of college, it was becoming increasingly evident that I didn’t have any wild tales to tell when I was old and gray. Tonight had wild written all over it, and I wasn’t going to miss my opportunity.

“Zara!” I turned just as Mattie grabbed my hand in hers. She nodded toward the bar, and I let her pull me through the throngs of sweaty bodies crowding the dance floor. A man with a sheepish smile and hooded, drunken eyes looked me up and down and reached for my hips. 

Mattie swatted his hand away. “Keep your hands to yourself!”

Giggling, I hurried along behind her, shooting him an apologetic smile over my shoulder. He barely noticed. His attention had already shifted to a curly-haired blonde in a leather skirt. Frowning, I wedged myself between Mattie and a stranger at the bar. She flagged down the bartender, leaned forward to flash him her cleavage, and won his attention effortlessly. She ordered us two lemon drop shots and cranberry cocktails. The shots went down too easy, and we carried our drinks back to our table near the dance floor.

I pursed my lips around my straw and sipped as I surveyed the dance floor. “Where are our girls?”

Mattie strained to the tips of her toes. “There!” 

We swayed our hips to the rhythm of the music, getting lost in the crowd as we sought out our other friends. As we cut through the dance floor, I felt suddenly like I was being watched. I stopped and glanced back toward the bar. 

And then I saw him.

Tall. Dark hair. Eyes hooded in shadow from the dim light of the club. Even though I couldn’t make out his eyes, I knew he was watching me. And I liked it. Something about him hooked my gut and sent a pulse of adrenaline racing through me. I wondered several things at once. 

Who is this guy? How long has he been watching me? I finished off my drink and set it on the closest passing drink tray. The shot girl glared at me but kept moving. I bit my bottom lip and ran my fingers through my hair as a sense of knowing bloomed within me. Will he be part of the wild story I tell one day? I moved my body, sliding my hands up my thighs and over my hips, running my fingers through my hair. I wanted him to imagine it was his hands roaming over my body. It was out of character for me, but I didn’t care. It was what I wanted. 

He was what I wanted.

He was like a storm in human form, a rugged silhouette against the neon chaos of the club. The dim lighting accentuated his sharp jawline and the hint of a tattoo peeking from beneath the edge of his very tight, black shirt. He exuded an air of danger, a thrilling unpredictability that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

My friends, giggling and dancing beside me, tugged at my arm when I started to make my way toward him. 


I turned back. “What?”

“It’s a girls’ night,” Mattie said, tipping her chin toward the bar. “Besides, that guy is trouble. He’s a love them and leave them kind of guy. 

“I’m not planning to start anything, so I don’t care how it ends.” I winked. 

“He probably hooks up with a new girl every weekend,” my other friend Dee warned. 

“I know.” I flashed a grin. “That’s what I’m going for.”

The allure of the mysterious stranger proved too strong to resist. Tonight, I craved excitement, an escape from the mundane, and he seemed to promise just that. When I looked back at him, he was still watching me. It was a predator watching his prey. I was cool with that. He thought he was the predator, but in my mind, I was the one on the prowl. 

I glanced over my shoulder with a mischievous grin and mouthed a quick apology to my friends. Then I made my way through the writhing sea of bodies, going after the man I had my sights set on. As I got closer, our eyes locked in a magnetic pull. There was no turning back now. His gaze was intense, sending a shiver down my spine. I was about to dive into shark-infested waters wearing a meat suit.

“Hi,” I said when I stopped in front of him. 


His deep, husky voice sent a chill down my spine. This guy was absolutely trouble. Any other day, I would have walked away. This was not like any other day.

I looked him up and down, taking in his hard body shown off in jeans and the tight shirt. He had a rebellious, devil may care thing going on. His dark hair was longer on top, hanging loose and giving him a perfectly messy look. His hazel eyes had a mischievous glint in them, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.

“Want to dance?” he asked. 

“Sure,” I said with a smirk, taking his outstretched hand. 

We moved together on the dance floor, his hands roaming over my body as we swayed to the beat of the music. I let myself get lost in the moment, forgetting all about my friends, the club, and the outside world. All I wanted was him.

The heat between us grew with each passing moment. His hardness pressed against me, making me ache with need. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t afraid to go for it. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Let’s get out of here.”

He didn’t hesitate. Taking my hand, he led me toward the back of the club. I was a little confused but followed his lead. He navigated the corridors of the club until we found ourselves at a nondescript door marked “Staff Only.” His strong hand wrapped around mine, leading me into the forbidden territory beyond. The door swung shut behind us, muffling the thumping bass and the collective energy of the dance floor.

The room we entered was dimly lit, the glow of the cityscape filtering through half-closed blinds. It seemed like an office, cluttered with stacks of papers and disorganized paraphernalia piled on a desk. The scent of aged leather and lingering cigar smoke hung in the air, adding a layer of forbidden allure to the clandestine encounter.

I was going to ask if he worked here. Was this his office?

I didn’t get the chance. He wasted no time, pinning me against the door with a hunger that matched my own. The music’s distant throb provided a primal rhythm as our bodies moved in sync, an instinctual dance of desire. The excitement of the unknown mingled with the heady scent of his musky cologne, creating an intoxicating cocktail that blurred the boundaries between recklessness and abandon. 

I gave in to it with zero hesitation.

His lips found mine in a feverish kiss, a collision of passion that sent shockwaves through my senses. He left nothing to the imagination. His mouth was hot and wet, claiming mine with a fierce intensity that made me dizzy with need. I moaned against his lips, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. He responded by pressing his body against mine, his hands roaming over my curves with a possessive hunger that made my head spin. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the fire that burned between us.

He broke the kiss, gasping for breath as he pushed me back against the desk. Papers fluttered to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. He lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the edge of the desk. 

The heat between us was palpable, a volatile mix of lust and longing. Hands explored, bodies pressed together, and the world outside that office ceased to exist. It was just him and me, caught in the whirlwind of a night fueled by desire and liquid courage.

His touch was rough yet tender, a contradiction that heightened the intensity of the moment. His tongue traced a path down my neck, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake. There were no words, only the language of touch and the unspoken agreement that tonight was about surrendering to the fire that blazed between us.

I grabbed his face and brought it back to mine. As his tongue dipped into my mouth, I wondered who this stranger was. What was his name? 

It doesn’t matter.

I was wet and wanting, ready for anything he had in mind. His hand was on my thigh, his fingers lightly caressing my skin. His other hand held me steady, his grip firm as he slowly slid his hand up my leg. The touch made my skin tingle, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

It was like touching a live wire. A spark of electricity shot up my leg, the sensation a jolt of pure delight. I shivered in his arms, his touch sending a pulsing heat deep into my core.

I ground my hips against his, the hard length of his cock pressing against my hip as I moved against him. His touch intensified, the faint traces of his fingertips setting my skin on fire. It felt like a thousand tiny sparks danced across my flesh, sending a delicious warmth deep into my core. I moaned, unable to control the flood of sensations that coursed through me. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close as he worked his way up my leg.

I lifted myself up, eager to feel his fingers against my wet heat. He wasted no time, plunging his fingers between the lips of my pussy and working them into my warm wetness. I moaned, feeling my muscles clench around his fingers. He slid them in and out, the motion sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

“You want this?” he asked in a gruff voice. 


He pushed my dress up and jerked my panties down. 

“Should I ask your name?” 

“Should?” he asked as his lips caressed over my jaw. “Or do you want to?”


“Kam,” he replied. “What’s your name?”

“Zara,” I answered. 

“Weird name. I like it.”

It didn’t matter if he did or didn’t. I reached for the button of his jeans and flicked it open. The moment my hand wrapped around his cock, I knew I was in for a good time. 

“Fuck me,” I whispered. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Usually I don’t like being told what to do. But tonight? I’ll make an exception.”

  • Natalie Farnsworth says:

    Looks like an interesting story.

  • Kathleen Bylsma says:

    Interesting but for one thing…

    You used the dreaded word “smirk” …

    Should you look the definition up, I think you might wish to consider using a different word…

  • Donna S says:

    Wow, can’t wait to read the rest of it. I love your storylines and the adventures in them.

  • Betty says:

    Want to read

  • Barbara L. says:


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