Becoming Mrs Prescott

Forbidden Desires

Mia’s POV

The sharp tang of vodka that I had earlier poured for myself burned my throat as I downed another shot, my salty tears mingling with the bitter liquid. I could barely see through the blurry effect my tears had created, and the alcohol-induced haze, but still yet the betrayal was clear.

Evan, the team I had foolishly devoted three solid years of my life to, and Lila, my so-called best friend way back from college, had shattered my heart, and I never for once saw it coming, not even a glimpse of it. I sobbed harder, jerking like a small child convulsing as the weight of their betrayal crushed my soul.

This wouldn't have been a surprising one if it had not happened with Lila, because Evan, alongside being a chronic drunk, was a womanizer. His family caught him off because of his reckless behavior, making him the black sheep they preferred to ignore. And in all the time we were together, he had never introduced me to them, always sticking to the side of saying nasty things about them whenever I asked, and not failing to tell me how they didn't exist to him.

I had naively believed his lame excuses, thinking he was protecting me from their harsh judgment, but now the truth was clear to me. He was simply hiding me just as he hid his true self. I poured myself another round of drink and gulped it in one, swift motion, the burning sensation in my throat offering me some sort of escape from the turmoil in my mind for a brief second.

How could she do this to me?

She had always told me to leave Evan countless times, warning me about his unfaithfulness, his drinking habit, and how he was not fit for someone like me. I couldn't believe I was confiding and trusting someone who had been sleeping with my man behind my back. At this point, I couldn't help but feel like a fool, a puppet that has been dancing to their deceitful tune all along.

I couldn't believe I had chased other more responsible and striking hot, handsome men who had made advances to me because I was trying to stay loyal to Evan and not go down the path of cheating on him even when I was fully aware of his misdeeds.

I now realize how toxic our relationship has been, and how I have been blinded for the longest with his occasional sweet words that were merely backed up with actions and his false promises. It is even more surprising to think about how it took me three years to see through the facade of it all, it felt as if I had been hypnotized over the years, and trapped in a web of deceit.

As I continued to drown myself in the bottle of vodka set before me, my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up, squinting at the screen in a bid to block off the brightness. It was a message from Nathan Prescott, my boss. He wanted me to bring some work documents to him at the hotel.

“Of all times, why now?”

I sighed, pushing myself up from the couch I was perched on. My legs were shaky and unsteady on the ground, my vision swimming, but I grabbed the document and headed out.

The gentle, still night was cool against my flushed skin as I stumbled into the hotel. I felt a tinge of excitement in my stomach pit, a feeling I couldn't always contain whenever I was going to see the boss. It was surprising that despite the turmoil going on in me, the excitement still surfaced.

I made my way to Nathan’s suite, a wave of nervousness washing through me as I knocked on the door. The door creaked and flung open after several rounds of knocking on it, and the sight the door opened up to nearly made me lose my breath. He stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water that glistened, spread across his chest.

“You are late,” Nathan said, his voice flat.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured.

“Come in,” he commented with a smooth tone.

I swallowed dryly, shocked to see him in a different light, and more shocked that he was inviting me into the room with his chest exposed, revealing perfect black curly hair that crawled that way down to his torso and disappeared into the towel strapped around his waist. My jaws dropped as I mapped out every detail of his well-defined body with my eyes.

“Hand it over,” he demanded in a dense, but not too rude way, stopping me from gawking further.

“Yes,” I stuttered, before stretching out the document to him, my hands shaky.

His hands brushed against mine as he took the document from me, erupting a tingling sensation in my guts. Goosebumps were quick to etch out of my bare skin as I shivered.

Right now, I could see myself in the same light as he was, bare, like I came into the world, with my skin pressed against his, and his muscular, firm hard, wrapped tightly around my tiny waist.

Nathan has been my long-time crush for ages now, working in the same space has been a suffocating one for me, and right now, I'm gasping hard for air.

‘Keep your standard high, even if your heels aren't, and you have failed at it before, because good girls should always know their worth and not throw themselves cheaply at men.’ I recited the lines in my head like nursery rhymes repeatedly to keep my drunken mind that I was already losing in check.

“You can get going, Mia,” Nathan reminded me in a deep voice, snapping me back to reality.

“Yes,” I retorted sharply, quickly turning to flee, still reciting my lines in my head before my drunken state succeeded in pushing me to what I would end up regretting.

The thought about how my loyalty over the years to Evan led me to nothing other than a series of heartbreaks rang in my head as I was about to step out, and like I was jinxed, I stopped on the spot, my purse dropping on the ground. Slowly, I turned around to face him.

“Mia?” He called questionably, his brows creasing roughly.