Chapter eighteen: I’ll never get married to Frederic

Bella’s POV

Turning and tossing in bed I open my eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding, I sit up with excruciating pain as the memories of last night colored my mind causing me to look over my shoulder which revealed a man with a blonde hair and a mint chocolate fragrance that filled my nostrils and undeniably my entire body as I could perceive his scent all over me which was expected looking back at how intimate we were last night. I honestly couldn’t recall how many rounds we had, the last thing I remember was me passing out.

Slowly dressing and sauntering for the door but halted as I stared back at the sleeping figure “he indulged me in a thrilling adventure, I should at least prepare something for him” I voiced softly and a while later I was out and about making my way home despite the soreness in between my legs.

My brows furrowed at the incoming call that revealed my mom’s name, it’s too early for this I thought but still went ahead and answered. “Hello” I dryly stated “hello my ch