Chapter 10 Walk of Shame

10: Walk of Shame

<< Sophia >>

I wake up in morning stretching my arms and feel a warm body behind my back.

"How did you reach here before me last night?" I ask Lena. "Did I lose my way trying to get here?"

"Maybe..." A Guy's voice whispers in my ear. I turn and shriek in horror. As I stumble back, I fall from the bed and the guy chuckles.

My heart thumps so fast I feel like having a stroke.

Then I see him.

'Gorgeous' is the first word that comes to my mind. But that doesn't matter right now. I am fucking furious.

"Who the hell are you?" I yell at the top of my lungs.

Maybe yelling wasn't necessary, but I want to hide the fact that his brunette curls falling on his face are doing something to me.

He sits up in bed. Instead of answering, his eyes flicker over my chest. My face turns red as I realize I am literally flashing my breasts to a stranger in my room. I cover myself in sheets and my nipples poke through the sheets. I feel even more embarrassed.

It's the AC, I am sure. Not his muscular body. I tell myself.

I am not aroused. I think I am not.

I am not.

Why does he look familiar?

Where have I seen him?

Was he at the bar last night?

Did I bring him here?

OH MY GOD!!

No No I didn't.

I am sure I didn't.

"I should ask you the same question..." He says, and I come out of the train of thoughts.

"What the fuck... " I rise from floor and the sheet gets caught under my feet and here I go... Flashing him again. I pull up the sheet, trying to save my dignity.

Whatever is left of it...

"What are you doing in my room?" I try to keep my voice calm. I am not wearing any clothes under the sheets, apart from my thin thong. I am feeling exposed and vulnerable. It doesn't help that his bare chest is doing things to me.

It's been a while since I had sex.

That would explain my reaction. Right?

He shrugs and says casually, "I should ask you the same question..."

"Don't test my patience, Mister."

I cannot show him I have hots for him. I pick up the phone to call hotel security, ignoring the heat pooling between my legs.

He is hot. Tanned skin. Perfect brown eyes and those eyelashes.. He can make a girl jealous.

"What is your room number?" He asks me.

I look at him, annoyed.

Okay! Only because he is hot doesn't mean he has a right to be an ass. Barging into someone's room is still not cool. It's creepy.

Why do hot guys are always jerk or creepy?

Like Caleb was a jerk and a cheater. I think to myself ruefully.

"I don't remember, but it is third door from lift. 803 I guess." I answer him. Keeping my face straight.

He shakes his head in amusement.

"This is room 903. It's written so clearly at the door. How come you missed that?"

I frown, then scoff.

"No way..." I say.

But a realization dawns upon me.

I look around frantically.

No No No No...

This is not happening.

I look around the room to find my stuff but realize this is indeed not my room. Apart from my clothes and my bra. Oh My God! My freaking bra is on the floor! There is nothing that I own in this room.

My luggage is not here!

I rush to pick up my clothes spread all over the room from floor and run into the bathroom to change while he laughs.

I am fucking mortified.

Crashed into another guy's room. Sleep in bed with him. I fucking hope we didn't have sex or something. I am usually horny after drinks.

I am still wearing my panties so I hope not.

After wearing my clothes and taking a million deep breaths, I walk out of the bathroom.

He is still in his bed, watching me with amused eyes.

"I... I am really sorry! Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Believe me, I tried!" He says.

"You could have slept on another bed!" I cry. There must be a sofa bed in same room.

He frowns. "Well, I paid for this bed. I am not laying on that shit."

Then he adds, grinning. "Your husband will be disappointed in you."

It's my turn to frown.

"Why do you assume I am married?" I am not wearing any ring.

He gets out of his bed and stretches his perfect body, then says, "There is no way a woman like you is not taken."

My cheeks burn half from the compliment and half from his muscular body. His boxer shorts hang dangerously low. My eyes flicker at his bulge and I turn my face away, blushing.

"Thanks for not calling hotel security. They would have thrown me out buck naked."

He smirks.

"and who would want to miss that?"

Jerk!

I rush out of his room. I glance at the door and wince. It is indeed 903.

Even though I didn't have sex, But for me its still a walk of shame.