Chapter 2 A mistake

Ashley

My pounding head spins as I look at my surroundings, and I instantly regret drinking so much. A soft sort of confusion filters through my consciousness when I can't immediately recognize my surroundings. I can tell I'm in a room, the light coming through the window is blinding. But...................... Where am i? Somewhere nice. Somewhere beautiful. Somewhere better than I've ever been before. My limbs are so heavy and my body is oh-so-relaxed. I haven't had a good night sleep in weeks- months, even. I haven't had a good night sleep in ages. Whatever problem will emerge – and I know they will. Ill deal with them later, when I leave this oasis of peace

I feel so relaxed The sound of deep, steady breathing penetrates the haze in my mind and I turn my head toward it. My eyes slit open, and I manage to make out a shape beside me. A male shape. A muscular shape. A perfect looking almost naked shape.

Record scratch

What the f**k? Reality slams into me like a bucket of ice to the face. I freeze, wide awake. Cold jets through my veins as the goosebumps rise on my skin against the silky soft bed sheets wrapped around my body.

Im in a strange bed with a strange man. A half naked strange man.

And hold on. I lift the edge of the sheet and peek down at myself, my body turning to stone. Every inch of me grows still as the horror of my situation settles over my ice cold skin.

He's not the only one who is naked Sucking in a sharp breath, my eyes widen as I stare at the ceiling, using my arms to hold the sheet tight to my bare body. A slow, deep breath fills my lungs as I attempt to calm my racing heart, but that des not change the fact that I'm in a bed that isn't my own and there is a man sleeping besides me, and neither of us are wearing any clothes.

Oh my god I snake my hands under the covers to make sure, moving sowly so as not to disturb the man sleeping next to me, but when I reach down I feel the outline of a mans shorts and let out a breath. And for whatever reason I turn to the man lying next to me. His side profile is gorgeous from what I can see above the blanket. His skin is smooth and golden, dark against the milk sheets.Slowly, second by second, the memories from last night come back to me.

I remember telling Emma about the new job. And as usual she suggested we celebrate with a drink, which I accepted to her delight.

We headed to her place, Emma lived in a beautiful condo, a three bedroom, three bathroom paradise with a gorgeous kitchen. Her apartment was massive. I sometimes spend the night here when I work late and am too tired to go home. She has been begging me to move in with her but I don't want to leave mum all by herself again. She got it as a gift from her father when she decided to move out when we turned twenty. Emma has been my best friend since we were 7 years old. We first met at middle school and she has fought to go any school with me, even when her parent wanted to send her abroad. Our bond has grown inseparable over the years. despite the significant difference between us.

Emma flitted into her room and reappears, brandishing a red dress that's more fabric strips than anything else. I nodded in agreement. Afterall I did deserve a little fun. she did my makeup and hers and an hour later we were at plus nightclub.

Bb Emma grinded her self on every handsome male in sight leaving me to my own devices.

A few hours into the night, I found myself pleasantly buzzed and having more fun than I anticipated, the more I drink, the more I unwind when I feel someone's gaze on me. Turning around I find a man sitting at the bar, his features hidden by the faint glow of the light I slinked back to the bar and ordered a drink. I knew I somehow struck a conversation with the stranger.

And that's as far as I can remember.my head hurts.

mom is going to kill me. And where the hell is Emma.I cant stay here. The memories gets hazy after the whole hey handsome. I have this awful feeling I said something mortifying. Or did I fall asleep in the middle of whatever this is. Stifling a groan, I bite my lips. This is why I don't usually drink.

B Heart racing, head pounding, I inch my way to the edge of the bed and slip my feet onto the floor. Slithering off the mattress, I try my best not to disturb the sheets. I land in a crouch, arms crossed over my chest to hide my nakedness. silently muttering thanks for the absence of pain between my legs. At least I haven't tossed my v-card out the window. From whom, I don't know. The walls have might have ears and eyes. I look around the room for my clothes, finding my bra dangling from a lamp shade. My gown was discarded in a crumpled heap on the floor across the room. I slide out of his shorts and put on my bra and gown. My clothes are wrinkled and smell vaguely of alcohol and the stranger in the bed. Dropping to my hands and knees, I find my clutch under the bed. I crawl to the end of the bed, wincing at the pain in my knees. Grabbing it I quickly duck out from under there. "shit" I whisper to myself, then freeze when I hear movement above. The man in the bed shuffles, snorts then stops. My heart bangs against my ribs hard enough that I'm worried they will crack. I don't belong here. Last night was a mistake.