Chapter One

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The morning sun seeped into the room shinning its light on me. Stirring, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the room. I shot from the bed to a sitting position; my surroundings were very unfamiliar to me. I groaned as I felt a headache hit me.

I slowly turned my head to the side when I heard shuffling beside me; a pair of grey eyes were staring back at me. A scream escaped my lips and I instantly rolled off the bed and onto the neat rugged floor.

What in the world happened? I couldn't remember anything. How I got here? Who the stranger in bed was? Nothing!

I slowly raised the bedsheet wrapped around me praying I had some article of clothing on and this was all a misunderstanding, but I got the shock of my life. I was as bare as the day I was born.

I felt tears seep through my eyes. I had promised myself and God that I would keep myself till I was married.

I looked up and found those eyes still staring at me with caution like he was waiting to see what my next move would be. I had never prayed to be swallowed by the ground so much in my entire life.

I didn't even know what to do. Should I just awkwardly pick up my clothes and run out of here before I embarrass myself any more than I already have? Or just simply ask the man sitting across from me who was still staring intently at me. I opted for the latter.

"What happened?" I asked, more like squeaked, as my voice had somehow vanished. Clearing my throat I tried again "Who are you? What am I doing here and where exactly is here? How did I get here?" I rambled.

"You can't remember anything from last night? We met at the club and we were pretty wasted. We got talking, one thing led to another and here we are" he said as he watched me.

His voice was deep, calm and surprisingly clear for someone who just woke up. I ran my eyes over his physical features; blonde dishevelled hair, chiselled chin line, toned muscles. He looked like he just stepped out of one of those Vogue magazines.

I nodded and slowly got up from my position on the ground, clutching the bedsheet tightly as I picked my clothes which were lying around on the floor and speed walked to a door that I presumed led to the bathroom.

I placed my dress on the counter, stared at my reflection in the mirror and winced. I looked like I was in a brawl, my makeup was smudged, mascara made my eyes look like that of a raccoon, my wig slightly pulled back from my hairline and a huge mess.

Sighing, I grabbed some tissue paper and began to clean the mess called my face. Then moved unto taming the wig, the best I could. Once I looked somewhat presentable, I threw on my dress, rinsed my mouth not bothering to take a bath. I just wanted to be out of here, the sooner the better.

Slowing opening the door, I peeked into the room to find it empty. Throwing it open, I stepped into the room. I glanced around for my purse which was on the floor next to the bedside table.

Grabbing it, I checked for my phone and other stuff that I carry around like my house keys, ID, and the rest. I looked up to find a wad of cash on the table.

What the hell? How dare he?
Did I look like I was some kind of wench?

Fuming, I grabbed my shoes lying next to the door and stormed out of the hotel room. I got some weird stares from people in the hotel and glancing at my entire appearance, I could understand why. I was definitely doing the walk of shame.

Not wanting to waste a second, I dashed out of the hotel which by the way looked very expensive and flagged down a taxi.

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