Yours Truly

Chapter 1

“Let's get married”.

“Yeah, right— Wait, what?”

“I said, let's get married”.

“Wait— is this a joke?”.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

Dear god, he’s insane…

I met him for the for time in Euphoria, like most of the people here, I came here to get so high that I reach euphoria. Yeah, I came here to drown myself in alcohol. Not anyone can get into this place but Mindy got me the membership, even though I told her I didn't need one. She insisted that I take it. Now, I'm glad that I took it.

I sat in the stool between smoking lights and cigarette filled air and drained my first glass of vodka. The painful thoughts kept coming back.

Jason.

Mindy.

Jason dating Mindy.

I didn't know what hurt more, my first love falling in love with my best friend or my best friend rejecting him even though she loves him. Mindy and I have been best friends since high school; we've been through thick and thin together.

She would never go out with Jason because she knows I like him, I saw the look on her face when Jason showed up on Thanksgiving. I should've seen the signs, but I was hopelessly swooning over Jason, and now I'm hurting my best friend.

I gulp down two more glasses, but the burning liquor fails to numb my aching heart.

Nothing helped until he stepped in, my handsome stranger, "tall and fair". He had me spellbound from the moment our eyes met, with his elegance and sharp looking eyes. He had me thinking that prince charming would've looked like that if he actually existed. Everything else disappeared; he turned me into a this highschooler blushing and contemplating the number of possible ways to approach him.

Time flew faster. Minutes turned to hours. I was pinned to my seat gawking at him while he had his drink. It took a lot of courage for me to talk to him, with his face screaming 'stay away'. That frown tells me he doesn't welcome strangers, but it's now or never and he's totally my type! He was looking at his watch when I finally made up my mind. I went upto him and blurted out a "hi" while mentally cursing myself cause the "hi" I thought I said was an amalgam of hey and hi so I basically just squeaked "he-yeahhh".

He looked at me, nonchalantly. I salute this man for his poker face. He just saw me make a fool of myself but he didn't even bother faking a smile. But contraray to his initial disinterest I noticed his eyes smoothly analyzing my every move. One thing led to another, I want to blame the alcohol, but when his tall muscular body embraced me, the whole world turned into oblivion. The warmth that engulfed me made me want to grab my heart out and lay it bare for him. I kept my head down to hide my face that looked like a tomato by now; he held my hand all the way to our room. I saw him close the door behind us, and all I could think about was the electricity running through my body, the beat of my heart, and the shivers from his touch. I knew I wanted him, and there's no stopping it now.

When our lips touched, I felt the sparks dancing in my skin; his tongue brushed my lips, and while I gasped in surprise, he made his way into my mouth, and I loved every moment of it that I clung to him for dear life— and air. His hands snaking my waist moved lower from my butt to my thighs inside my dress. My first time is going to be with him, this heavenly being! Sentiments aside, I felt like I won the lottery.

We kissed like there's no tomorrow. He moved from my lips to my neck, licking and biting all the way to my cleaves. My face was beet red, and I couldn't stop the moans that escaped my mouth even though I was holding back as much as I could. I felt so self-conscious and embarrassed in his arms, and he only made things worse when he said, "Don't hold it back, I wanna hear every single moan".

I considered digging a hole and burying myself in it, but thought it over twice cause he didn't even look slightly embarrassed even after he said something like that. The heat from our entangled bodies made me dizzy.

A moan/shriek left my mouth as he took off my bra. I almost regretted this before I saw the look in his eyes; his eyes looked so gentle, it wasn't the eyes of some one who thinks I am troublesome. I saw that this man genuinely wanted to be with me. And I think he sensed my confusion cause he asked me, "what's wrong?"

I said, "Nothing" and did the one thing I never expected from myself, I pressed my lips against his and pulled him closer with my arms around his neck. We were completely naked now, and I let him take me and do whatever he wanted while I followed his pace. The kisses, slight touches, and the teasing bites send shivers down my spine. I nearly fainted from the shock when he pulled his thing out from his pants but nothing prepared me for what came next— the stinging pain and pleasure that came after was nothing like I've ever experienced before. Every thrust and every pull send me back and forth to heaven and hell, we were dancing in the same pace to the rhythm of desire, and the long night ended with me falling asleep from exhaustion.

The sun light pierced through my eyes and for the first time, I didn't recognize the ceiling or my bed sheets, I was lying naked in a strange bed with a really handsome stranger beside me.

I must be in heaven. Right. Who is this Adonis, and why is he lying next to ME?

The contents of yesterday came flooding back, and my whole body felt like I was run down by a truck. I woke up with a start, a jolt of anxiety came rushing down on me as I realized it isn't a dream. I couldn't bring myself to face him sober. I decided to make a run for it before he woke up. But I got manners and s**t even though last night may say otherwise, so I left a note and all the money in my purse in the bedside table as a sign of gratitude. I had to pay the man for his service.

Here we are one month later. Mindy and Jason are going out, and that wonderful night has became a full fledged nightmare.

The haunting truth echoed relentlessly—

I am pregnant, and I have no idea who the father of my child is.