what the hell
The clear morning light streamed through the curtains as I slowly opened my eyes. For a moment, everything felt calm… beautiful, even.
Then I tried to move.
A sharp pain shot through my body.
“Ahh…” I winced, clutching my side as I forced myself upright.
Where was I
My eyes scanned the unfamiliar room—large, elegant, and definitely not mine
The sheets were soft, the air smelled faintly of something expensive.
Confusion crept in and Then—memories
My eyes widened,Yesterday… was my best friend’s birthday 'I had walked in on her… and my boyfriend.
Together
I didn’t scream, I didn’t fight The pain had been too heavy, too suffocating So instead I ran—to a bar, desperate to drown everything I felt.
Drink after drink Faces blurred.
Men approached—handsome, confident… but none of them felt right.
None of them were him Then I saw him.
A man who walked in quietly, different from the rest Calm Gentle Yet something about him pulled me in like a magnet
Without thinking… I threw myself at him.
And after that—
Nothing
My breath hitched.
“Oh my God…"
I quickly got out of bed, ignoring the ache in my body, and hurriedly got dressed before rushing downstairs.
“What the hell… I whispered under my breath.
This house… it was huge.
“Ma’am, this way a voice called.
I turned to see a woman dressed in a neat nanny uniform, waiting patiently.
“Oh… okay,” I replied, still dazed.
I followed her down the grand staircase, my heart pounding harder with every step And then I saw him.
A man sat calmly, his presence filling the entire room without effort
My steps slowed His voice came, low and steady.
“You’re up.”
His voice was calm… too calm.
I froze halfway down the stairs, my fingers tightening around the railing.
Now that I could see him clearly, my breath caught.
He was… unfairly handsome.
Sharp jawline, broad shoulders, a perfectly sculpted frame visible even through his simple shirt. His posture was relaxed, but there was something controlled about him—like a man who didn’t need to try to dominate a room.
Dangerous.
I swallowed
“W-who are you?” I managed, my voice weaker than I intended.
His lips curved slightly—not quite a smile
“Interesting,” he said, leaning back into the sofa like he owned not just the house… but the air in it
“You throw yourself at a man, spend the night in his bed… and the first thing you ask in the morning is his name.
Heat rushed to my face.
“I—That’s not—” I stopped, frustration bubbling up. “I don’t even remember what happened!”
His eyes darkened just a little.
“I do.”
The words landed heavily between us.
My heart skipped.
I forced myself to walk the rest of the way down the stairs, stopping a few feet away from him. “Then tell me,” I said, trying to sound brave.
“What happened?
For a moment, he just looked at me Not casually not politely he was studying me.
Slowly
Intentionally
It made my skin feel warm… exposed.
“You walked into my private booth,” he began, his voice low and steady. “Sat on my lap without permission.”
My eyes widened.
“I did what?
“You held my collar,” he continued, ignoring my shock, “and told me I looked ‘acceptable’ compared to the others.
Oh. My. God.
“I would never say that.
“You did.” His gaze held mine, unwavering.
“Then you asked me to take you away.”
My breath h
That… sounded like something a completely broken version of me would say.
“I was drunk,” I whispered.
“You were,” he agreed. “But you were also very clear.”
Silence fell.
I hugged my arms around myself, suddenly feeling small under his gaze.
“Did we…?”
I couldn’t finish the question.
His eyes flickered—just for a second.
"yes we did, do you want me to give you a recap of yesterday " he had that sly smirk on his face.
no no no i quickly bot in.
we where still on it when i started that recap myself.
before we got here i kissed him so dawn hard, i put in so much into that kiss it was as thou my life depended on it. we sat in his car kissing grabbing each other, his left hand on boobs while his right was under my dress.
I kissed his so dawm hard while he was finger f***ing me, i couldn't help but bite my tongue so those sinful moans would not escape ,"we stopped when his diver came knocking.
his only command was "drive ".
