INSTANT REGRET

Evelyn's Pov

The sound of a belt buckling around someone's waist disturbed my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes but was met with a sharp ray of sunlight, I squinted, rubbing my eyes with my hands.

My body still aches. All over.

I rolled in an attempt to avoid the sunlight but something felt strange. The bed was larger than mine, it felt softer and much more comfortable. I slowly opened my eyes only to see an imposing figure standing close to the window.

Sebastian.

His name crossed my mind. He was adjusting his cufflinks. I had not got a better view of him last night because of the atmosphere. He stood there, his back facing me. He turned, as if my piercing gaze was poking him.

Our eyes locked.

I didn’t know what to expect considering my head still aches from the excessive alcohol intake and last night still remained a blurred memory. The only thing that came to my mind were fragments of last night. The slow kisses, hands on my bare skin, his teeth on my neck, our sweat filled skin slamming against each other. I couldn’t put the pieces together.

However, his gaze was different, he wasn’t staring at me with those eyes he gave me last night. I felt uncomfortable, my grip tightened on the duvet as I pulled it closer to my chest covering my bare skin. Feeling embarrassed a bit and became self-aware of my insecurities.

“Get out!” He said in a calm tone but his voice was icy and indifferent.

Why the sudden indifference? I was speechless for the moment still trying to process everything—the event and our unplanned night together.

“This was a mistake. No one should know about this.” He said without staring at me, I wasn't regarded. His expression was unreadable.

“What do you mean?” I said, finally finding my voice.

“Did I stutter? I don't like repeating myself so don't make me do so.” He said, his gaze landing on me as he rested his back on a pillar, his hands crossed over his chest. He had a look of irritation written over his face.

“I don't understand. What happened last night? Did we?” I asked, I felt a slight headache trying to remember in details. I remember being offered a drink and having a discussion with someone. I think Ethan. I could still hear his voice behind my ears, his warm breath making me shiver. Sebastian let out a laugh that didn't come from his lungs.

“Don't pretend like you don't remember what happened between us,” he said. “Well it's better you don't remember; I don't want to have any connection with you and it's better you forget whatever happened last night. It was a mistake that would never reoccur.” He said, a smirk crawling up his lips.

“You took advantage of me!” I blurted out. The pieces started to add up, we had sex!

He didn't flinch, only letting out a laugh that seemed to mock me. “What do you mean I took advantage of you? It was….”

“I was drunk!” I yelled; I didn't let him finish whatever he had to say.

“Oh! So, you're just realizing you were drunk? Don't you remember the way you held my hands? The way you pulled me and screamed my name like it was a recitation?” He asked, his voice cold, slowly breaking my defense as I could feel the heat burning in my eyes.

“Men of your kind never take responsibility; you could have controlled yourself by not taking advantage of a vulnerable woman!” I yelled.

“Why drink so much when you know you can't handle a few glasses of wine?” He asked, rolling his eyes.

“You should mind your business!” I yelled with furrowed brows.

“Really? And let someone else eat you up? Has anyone ever told you that you have a good sex speech?” He said in a tone that almost felt like he was mocking me. “You know that thing you do with your lips around my dick? You were a pro!” He said, letting out a loud laugh.

I felt anger boiling through my skin. I had goosebumps all over, goosebumps of irritation and anger. I lifted a pillow and threw it at him but it only bounced back at the impact of his arms.

“Shut up you bastard! Stop it! Stop talking!” I yelled; my hands pressed tightly onto my ears.

“Listen Bunny,” he said, releasing his hands from his chest. “Whatever happened last night is all in the past. It's our mistake and we should both go our separate ways and live like it never happened. Well, unless you want me to pay you off.” He said with his right brow raised as a smirked appeared.

His words stringed. “I'm not a prostitute and I don't need your money, you monster!” I lifted a pillow, throwing it at him—again.  “You bastard! How dare you take advantage of me? Do I look like a whore who you can discard the next morning?” I yelled, frustration and anger livid through my voice.

“Oh honey, you are more than a whore, at least you know how to fuck! Like I said, last night was a mistake and you should move on too!” He said, grabbing his wallet from the bed stand in an attempt to leave.

“Go away!” I yelled. “I hope we never cross paths again because I'm going to make sure you pay!” I yelled.

He didn't flinch. He didn't look back. “I handle all currency sweetheart and I'm looking forward to seeing which you're going to pay me in,” he said, smirking as he shut the doors behind me.

I sat there, my anger getting the best of me. I held my hair, dragging it in frustration. I wanted to yell it all out. All my pains, anger and frustration. I felt helpless.

A notification popped up on my phone screen. It was from my friend Dorothy. I picked up my phone. I was hesitant, but I opened her message.

“Where are you? You literally ghosted me at last night's event”

I threw the phone on the bed after reading through it. My hands hitting the bed as I pressed a pillow onto my face letting out silent screams.

Ding! Ding!

Another notification popped up on my phone screen pulling me out of my thoughts. It was a message from Dorothy, again.

I picked up my phone.

“ANSWER ME!”

The message was written in bold capitals with an exclamation mark. I stared at it for a moment until the words blurry. I was about to toss the phone away when another notification came in. I was going to ignore it but I couldn't.

“ANSWER ME EVELYN!!! SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH YOUR FATHER!!”

Not again.