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One night stand

Heyyy Loves.
I won't be so active with this story anymore. Im out of ideas, and Im writing another story about Jude Bellingham- Jude's girl- it's kinda dram story, that's always happens something. I hope you would check it out and help me🤍

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The soft raise of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Jude's grand bedroom, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. I stirred awake slowly, my head still foggy from the wine and the whirlwind of passion from the night before. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and then turned to see Jude lying beside me. With his arm around my waist.

He was already awake, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I studied his features—his sharp jawline, the messy tousle of his hair, the way his lips pressed into a thick line as if he were deep in thought. He looked...distant. 

"Good morning," I said softly, hoping to break the silence. 

Jude turned his head to look at me, a small, almost forced smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Morning, angel." His British accent rolled off his tongue smoothly, but something about his tone felt off. 

I sat up, holding the sheet to my chest as I tried to gauge his mood. "Did you sleep well?" 

He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes scanning my face as if he were trying to decide something. Finally, he sighed and sat up fully, running a hand through his hair. 

"Yeah, I did. But listen..." He paused, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. "Last night was... amazing. You were amazing..."

I felt a pang in my chest at the way he emphasized the past tense, but I forced a small smile. "I had a good time too."  Damn! He used me for his own pleasure

He nodded, his gaze flickering away from mine. "Good. I'm glad. But, uh..." He cleared his throat and stood up, moving to the edge of the bed. "I've got training with Real Madrid in a couple of hours, and I need to get ready." 

I frowned, watching as he moved across the room to grab a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. He seemed to be deliberately avoiding my eyes now, his movements brisk and efficient. 

"Oh, of course," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "I don't want to get in your way." 

Jude glanced at me over his shoulder, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "It's not that, love. It's just... you know how it is. Busy schedule, lots going on..." 

I felt my stomach twist. I wasn't naïve—I knew what this was. A one-night stand. But hearing it so casually brushed off still stung.  Even if I knew this would happen, and damn I fell for this man knowing him for few days.

"I get it," I said, EVEN IF I DIDN'T GET IT standing and gathering my clothes from the floor. I turned my back to him as I slipped on my dress, not wanting him to see the hurt that I couldn't quite hide. 

Jude stepped closer, his presence behind me making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "You're not upset, are you?"  He says looking up and down at her

I took a deep breath and forced a smile as I turned to face him. "Of course not. It's fine, Jude. We're adults. It was just a night, right?" 

Something in his expression shifted, his jaw tightening for a brief moment before he nodded. "Right." 

The word hung in the air between us, heavy with unspoken tension. 

He crossed the room and opened the door, gesturing toward the hallway. "I'll have one of my drivers take you home. Or wherever you need to go." 

I bit my lip, swallowing the lump in my throat as I nodded. "Thanks." 

As I walked past him, I felt his hand brush against mine, as if he was tempted to stop me. But he didn't. Instead, he let me go, his gaze following me as I made my way down the grand staircase and toward the front door. 

One of his staff was already waiting for me, a polite smile on her face as she opened the door. "This way, miss." 

I glanced back once, hoping stupidly —that Jude would say something, do something to stop me. But he was nowhere in sight.

•Ugh damn why did I even slept with him•

The car ride was quiet, the luxurious leather seats doing little to comfort the hollow ache in my chest. I told myself it didn't matter, that I knew what I was getting into. Jude was a womanizer, a player, and I had been just another game for him. 

But a small, stubborn part of me couldn't help but wonder if there had been something more in the way he looked at me last night. Something real. 

As the car pulled up to my apartment, I thanked the driver and stepped out, the cool morning air biting at my skin. I stood on the sidewalk for a moment, staring at the empty street, before finally heading inside. 

Meanwhile, back at his mansion, Jude stood in the doorway of his bedroom, staring at the rumpled sheets and the faint imprint of where she had been. He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched tightly as he tried to shake off the lingering thoughts of her. 

"She's just another girl, she thought we had something" he muttered to himself with force, grabbing his gym bag and heading downstairs. 

But no matter how much he tried to convince himself, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just let something—someone—important slip away.

He was not going to settle down any soon he had many girls throwing themselves on him...Even if he wanted her he would admit it