CHAPTER 3
1367 Words
MEGAN.
The harsh glare of the sun through the windows woke me up.
The morning birds were chirping, creating a lovely harmony that almost made me drift off once more.
Wait a second….. Birds?
My eyes widened.
I didn't have birds outside my bedroom window.
Quickly, I sat up, which I regretted soon after due to the splitting headache I got.
"I'm never drinking again," I groaned, placing a hand on my forehead as I glanced around the unfamiliar room.
Where was I?
And then, like a freight train, it came to me.
Fast and unstoppable.
John and Vanessa’s betrayal.
The bar.
The sexy stranger was built like a god.
The s*x!
I turned sideways, suddenly realizing I wasn't alone.
A startled gasp fell from my lips.
The man stretched, but thankfully didn't stir.
It was real.
It hadn't been a dream.
Everything we did.
The more I remembered, the more my eyes widened.
The way he touched me, the sounds that came out of both of us–me especially.
My cheeks reddened at the recollection.
The dirty things he said to me as he brought me to completion.
I never knew s*x could feel like that.
John had been my first, and s*x with him hadn't been this way.
The things this stranger did to me last night had to be illegal.
Sexually illegal.
My thighs pressed together unconsciously.
Snap out of it. I internally scolded myself.
I shut my eyes briefly and tried to breathe, but it seemed impossible right now.
My emotions were going haywire.
I forced myself to stay calm, but it was easier said than done.
I just had s*x with a total stranger.
Damn, he looked better in the light.
My gaze lingered on his defined jawline, chiseled chest and rock-hard abs.
How could someone be this ripped?
The blanket on his waist concealed what I already knew was there.
What was I doing?
I froze as the voice of reasoning came like a whip.
This wasn't me.
There was no rate to describe the rate at which my heart dropped.
What will he think when he wakes up and still sees me here?
It was a one-night stand.
And even though I didn't know how these things work, since I've never done it before, I believe the name speaks for itself.
He probably sees me as a slut because of the way I threw myself at him last night.
The last thing I needed was for him to see me as a clingy one.
I needed to leave before he woke up.
Not wasting any more time, I slipped off the bed, hastily but quietly.
Seeing my dress on the floor, I put it on like I was on a timer, which technically I was.
I noticed a packed suitcase against the wall beside the bed, with some files on the nightstand.
It appeared this wasn't my stranger's first night at this hotel.
He had already checked in before coming to the bar.
Rushing to the bathroom, my purse in hand, I tried to make myself look presentable so as not to get strange looks from the people outside, but no amount of makeup could disguise the flush of my cheeks.
I looked like I had a wild night, pure and simple.
Getting out, I shot one more wistful look at my stranger before sneaking out.
******
"Where the hell have you been, Megan?"
I shrieked at the angry-looking woman who was staring daggers at me.
“Seriously, Christy, did you have to scare me like that?” I grumbled, moving away from the door, dropping my keys on the kitchen counter.
“Well, it's my fault for giving you a spare key to my house, or rather, you forced me into giving you a key.”
Christy was my friend.
I had met her through Vanessa, and despite her brutally honest, savage personality, we bonded immediately at first glance.
“I have been calling you since last night, young lady; you didn't pick up. Your mother is worried sick about you. She called me when she couldn't reach you.”
A pang of guilt struck my heart at the thought of my mother getting worked up on my behalf.
Her health wasn't already on the good side, courtesy of her high blood pressure.
“I'm sorry,” I sighed, flopping down on the couch. "I will call her back. I just needed some time to myself."
"Megan, is everything alright?” She sat next to me, a concerned look on her face.
“Not exactly," I admitted.
“You know you can tell me anything right. Is this about John? Did you two fight? Were you able to find out why he wasn't at the rehearsal dinner?”
I flinched at the mention of my ex-fiancé, my heart pounding.
“What's wrong?” Christy immediately asked, noticing my reaction.
“You are right, it's about John," my voice cracked.
God, hadn't I cried enough?
“What did he do? I'm sure whatever it is, both of you can fix it."
I shook my head, a lump in my throat.
“Not this time.” I swallowed. "I caught him and Vanessa together, having sex."
At my words, Christy's eyes bulged. Her eyes moved over my face, as if to find signs that I was joking.
“What?” Her tone was barely a whisper.
“And it wasn't the first time–their cheating, I mean. They've been doing it for a while now.”
"Those fuckers," she barked, standing up. "I never trusted that two-time excuse of a man. He was just too perfect to be normal.
I scrunched my face in confusion. “I thought you liked John.”
“Megan, I only tolerated him because both of you were dating and you loved him. You are my friend. I wanted to support you.”
“I mean, you looked at John like he hung the stars or something," she scoffed. “You were a love-sick idiot.”
I cringed.
Her words were harsh but true.
“s**t. I'm sorry, babes. You know I can't control my words at times, especially when I'm pissed.”
“It's alright. It's not like what you said was a lie. I was deeply in love with that scumbag," I sniffed, wiping my nose with my hands.
“How could Vanessa do this?”
I could do nothing but shrug, the ache in my heart so intense, I couldn't help but rub a palm over my chest.
“Why didn't you call me?”
“I was still trying to process what I saw,” I responded sullenly. "Christy, I was a mess, and frankly speaking, I was embarrassed, and I didn't want you to see me that way."
"Megan, we are friends.” She sat back down. “If we can't comfort each other during our worst moments, then what's the point of us being friends?”
“I don't even know how to tell my mother that the wedding is off.” I ran my hands through my hair, tiredly. "It's going to wreck her. She saw John as her son. Sometimes I even believed she preferred him to me.” I chuckled bitterly.
“We will handle your mother together.” She let out a rough breath.
“I'm more concerned about your well-being. You spent all of last night alone, drowning yourself in liquor, and I can tell because you stink a little bit of alcohol.”
“Oh," I spoke with a voice higher than I intended. “Yeah…um…that's what I did. Alone, just me and my…”
“Why are you acting weird?”
Christy narrowed her eyes on me, and I fought the urge to squirm under her scrutinizing gaze.
“Nothing," I squeaked, suddenly finding the floor interesting.
Was that a ketchup stain?
“Megan Piper Taylor!” She crossed her arms.
"Christy," I grumbled. “You know how much I hate my middle name.”
“Spill now.”
Begrudgingly, I opened my mouth, and by the time I was done, Christy screamed so loudly, my next neighbor called the cops.
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