I'm Fake, Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 3: Aching Body

Lights peeking through the black curtains, blinding Rosalie’s half-asleep eyes. She is having trouble opening her eyes because of rays of sunlight directly meeting her eyes as she opens them.

She woke up with a throbbing head. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing her brain. How much alcohol did I consume last night, Rosalie thought as she tries to relax her spinning head.

Holding the back of her head, she struggles to sit herself up. Blinking her eyes multiple times, she roamed her eyes around the room in confusion. It’s a luxurious type, modern, and sophisticated. Rosalie’s jaw dropped by the sight of it. Expensive-looking paintings were perfectly hung on the sparkling white wall. The furniture was not that ordinary either, classy and lavishly organized. Her jaw dropped even more. To sum it up, the room speaks of money and power. Definitely, the room belongs to a rich and powerful individual that she should have not to mess with.

Somethings wrong. “This is not my room.”, she murmurs. It’s definitely not her room. “Where am I.” She pressed her temples together, trying to remember the events last night.

“Ugh, what happened last night?”, she can’t remember the exact events after she got drunk in the bar. Because of frustration, she suddenly blurted out. “This is all because of that douchebag Nathan, I want to strangle him so bad. I should have known his true colors way back then. How annoying! Crap!”

Cold air started creeping its way to her smooth slender legs. Rosalie instantly pulled the quilt and wrapped it around her body.

“This is bad. I need to get out of here immediately.” She quickly got up and her bare feet touched the exquisite black layered carpet.

“Ahh, what the hell.” An indescribable pain shook her. It’s as if she had a fight last night and lost miserably. Her whole body aches, especially the one down there. Her lower part aches like hell, sending shivers all over her naked body.

At a speed of light, Rosalie turned her head and looked at the bed with a horrified face. Red stains were visible on the white sheets. She was in total shock seeing the bed in that kind of condition. The picture was getting clearer now. Clothes that were almost torn, an unfamiliar room, wrinkled sheets with red stains, an aching body.

“s**t. This is crazy! What have I done?” She closed her eyes tightly. A silhouette of a man vaguely crossed her mind. She can’t see the man’s face but he has a deep enchanting voice with a great toned body.

“Ugh, this is crazy!” Disheveling her hair, she grabbed her clothes and run straight to the bathroom. As expected, the bathroom was very big with a magnificent look. The marble tiles were arranged in symmetrical and unique patterns. How captivating! There is even a big golden bathtub sparkling in the right corner of the big bathroom. Her amazement was clearly visible in her lovely face.

“What am I even doing now?” She doesn’t have time to admire the grand bathroom. She swiftly turned around and found a wide mirror with golden outlines. She looked at her face. Surprisingly, it’s not bad as she thought it would be. Puffy eyes, fair skin, swollen lips… wait, swollen lips. She gulped. Rosalie raised her hands to touch her swollen lips. Her slender white fingertips slowly traced and slightly pressed her lips. It’s painful. “Is he a beast?”

She angrily discarded the quilt wrapped around her slim figure. Her eyes widened with her mouth slightly opened. She was mortified by the sight of her body reflected in the wide mirror. Her body was almost covered with kiss marks. Some even bit marks mixed up with the red marks. It’s scary and unsightly. “What the hell are these?” The hickeys looked like cherry tomatoes tattooed in every part of her body. She gritted her teeth, just what kind of man did she tangle herself off with last night. “Did I really meet a beast?”, she wondered.

Rosalie snapped back and quickly dressed herself up. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail, flexed her slender, white neck. She released a deep sigh. Luckily, only a number of bright red marks were visible. She released her hair and fixed it to hide her unwanted hickeys.

One thing more that keeps bothering her was her clothes. It would be uncomfortable to walk out the street with torn clothes on. She walked out of the bathroom and started to put on her black stilettos.

Grabbing her purse which was nicely placed on top of the bed table, she started to walk to the door. Her eyes spotted a long pitch black coat on the couch, without any hesitation she took it. She wanted to change her clothes to new ones and with the kind of room she is in, she knew that there are a lot of clothes in the dressing room. But there is no time for that, she needs to hurry out. Also, she doesn’t want to owe anything to a man she doesn’t even know. And for sure this is the last time she would step into this room.

A tingling kind of sensation shivers run down her spine just by thinking about what she had experienced last night. The state of her naked body suddenly flashed through her eyes making the hairs in her nape rise. Just as she wondered her mind reminiscing the horrible situation she put herself into, a loud voice brought her mind back to reality.

Afraid to be seen by anyone, especially the man last night, Rosalie hurriedly stepped outside the room and closed the door gently avoiding making any kind of sound. “I hope we will never cross paths again, whoever you are,” she muttered as she left the place.