[BOOK 1] [NOT EDITED]
❝if you were to describe me in one word, what would it be?❞
she had the perfect life, with ideal parents, loving family however that came to an end when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. at the pure age of nine, she started...
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I covered my face with my hands from the sunlight shining.
"Ah, go away sun," I moved so the sun wouldn't be in my eyes but now on my back.
"It can't really go away,"
"Yes it can, I want to sleep," I said annoyed by the sun ruining my sleep. My head was already hurting and the day didn't even start yet.
The sunlight when away surprisingly and I opened my eyes to check. I turned around and saw Chase with his bare chest and low sweatpants showing his deep v line and toned abs.
"What are you doing here?" I asked as I start to get up from the bed while rubbing my eyes.
"It's my room," he said as he came towards me.
"Your room?" I asked. I looked around and indeed it was not my room. What am I doing in Chase's bedroom? I looked down and see that I'm not wearing my clothes but a shirt that's not even mine.
"It's mine," he said as he noticed me looking at the shirt confused.
"What happened? I don't remember anything," I said and all I could remember was going to Karla in the bar.
"You were wasted so I brought you here," he shrugged.
Wasted?
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.
"I have a headache, but how can I be wasted if I didn't drink," I asked confused. I put my legs on the ground and tried to stand up everything started spinning.
"Woah," I said as I held my head in my hands again.
"Slow down," Chase said as he helped me carefully.
"I'm fine," I mumbled.
"You can use my shower, I'll make some food," he suggested.
"You can cook?" I asked completely surprised.
"I don't try to starve myself to death," he said putting all the shade on me.
"I do eat, you are overreacting," I said truthfully looking at him.
"Sure," he said and I noticed he looked different.
He looked... nervous?
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He looked around and cleared his throat "Yeah,"
"The shower's over there," he pointed to the closed door and I nodded. He left the room after helping me to the bathroom.
I locked the door and looked at myself in the mirror.
