One Night Stand novel 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 depleted of strength?

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.