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Kiara's pov:

My eyes felt heavy as I tried opening them and I felt some strange pains all over me. A mixture of sweetness and wetness.

Have I fallen sick? Why does my body feel heavy as if I performed some thorough job last night? I quickly arranged my hair in a bun as I tried sitting up.

I felt my stomach churn and a slight pain down there, making a soft moan escape my lips.

Why does it feel like my laps are burning? I felt this needy feeling against my wish.

Taking my eyes toward my body, I gasped in shock. What am I doing in my birthday suit?

Where are my clothes?

I couldn't comprehend what was going on, I felt really confused and the strange responses my body was giving me made my heart skip.

My boobs felt heavy and my nipples seemed more sensitive than ever. I grazed my tits in an attempt to inspect my nipples and check the reason for the sudden color, only to let out a soft moan.

Surge of electrical current flowed down my spine at the contact and I shivered with a moan.

Does this mean I'm aroused? Is this the feeling I watch on TV?

Of course not! I can't be aroused when I've not been stimulated. I read this in books, you need stimulations for arousals.

"What if I've been stimu..." I couldn't complete the sentence for fear of actually having done it. That explains my nakedness.

I tried to lift my legs and my pussy twitched with wanting.

"oh..mhm," I moaned against my wish.

This has to stop, masturbating was never my thing and I can't start now. Whoever left me unsatisfied was wicked.

What the Fuck? Am I being silly right now? This should never have happened in the first place. I shouldn't have been so carefree, what if I become pregnant? did he not use protection?

No, it can't be. I tried not to imagine the worst.

Were those sweet experiences real? Did they fucking happen? How could I have been so clumsy?

I covered myself with the sheets in shame, trying hard not to shed tears. What on earth have I gotten myself into?

I only remember drinking due to anger and that mean guy willingly helping me out. I wanted to say goodbye to Emma, did he take advantage of me?

Fuck that bastard! I knew he couldn't be trusted. He knew I wasn't in my right mind, yet he did this to me.

But you enjoyed it! my inner mind shouted somewhere in my head.

Still it shouldn't have happened. Can't believe I lost my virginity to a stranger.

"don't cry Kiara, he doesn't deserve it." I consoled myself even when my heart was bleeding.

I wiped my tears slowly and paused abruptly as the possibility of the impossible actually becoming a reality struck me like thunder. My face was bare, exposed!

"No, no..." I chuckle, "it can't be. He couldn't have seen my face." I doubted, forcing myself to be optimistic.

you can't lie to yourself. I'm doomed.

I failed at everything. The most important rule of my life, I had broken. "Keep your identity a secret, and don't step outside the house,"

If Eric finds out, I'm a dead meat.

Most importantly, I broke the rule I gave myself, to keep my virginity till I find someone worthy. But what did I do? I gave myself to a lousy pervert!

Last night was the greatest mistake of my life. I have no one to blame but me, coming to the club was a mistake, one that could affect me in the near future.

I should have just gone home. Speaking of home, what am I still doing here?

In my miserable state of lamentations, I didn't realize I would be in a much bigger trouble in the next few hours if I don't get home now.

I glanced at the clock and almost fainted, only to jerk off the bed and pick up my rumpled clothes.

This is all a mess. My life is a mess!

How could I have forgotten I was supposed to be home by now? It's been hours already and Eric was on his way back, luckily, I still had an hour.

I quickly put on those skimpy clothes which I luckily found on the floor. Not thinking of a short bath or makeup, I zoomed out of the room. After all, desperate times call for desperate measures!

I can't waste the little time I have in a bathtub or even with making up. Right now, every second counts. I suddenly wished I had wings and could fly or better still, teleport myself.

I walked into the dressing room after inspecting the hall thoroughly to be sure no one saw me leaving the VIP room, else that would be double trouble. I might lose my dignity as well and become a subject of rumor which definitely would lead to my name spreading across the club thereby exposing the little identity I had remaining to protect.

I don't want to appear on social media either because some desperate reporters do come to clubs, not for fun but for news. I'd just hang myself and forget about going home if that ever happens.

I entered the room and smiled with a prayer. It was empty like yesterday morning and other days as usual. I guess they were off for practice.

I didn't get to say goodbye to Emma as I didn't get the chance. Also, looking for her would mean wasting the little time I had left, as each ticking sound of the clock reminded me that punishment awaits if I return late. A huge punishment.

The last time I broke a rule, the outcome was unspeakable. I had to watch him kill someone and that too, a new friend I made at home.

No friends!

That's why I have to forget Emma because I don't want to lose her as well.

"For survival you have to stand strong, swallow your pride and do the needful. Enemies are everywhere and I don't mind killing your friends to fish them out. Friends make you weak and lose focus. They make you dependent and slow-witted. Is that how you plan to take your revenge? By displaying weakness. Kill your friend if need be. To be on the safe side, have no friends!" Eric's daily preaching attacked my brain again.

You know, for years I've believed him. But after meeting Emma, even if it's just for a few days, I've come to cherish her and she doesn't make me weak but rather, I try the craziest things because of her. Like wearing a skimpy dress to a club. Something I would never do.

I should explore as well, don't you think? I'm going to become Rapunzel again once I get home and trust me, I might never see the sunlight again.

Not that I was mistreated. In fact, I receive special treatments, good meals, enough clothes, exercise and the rest, you name it. I was just deprived of communication and movement, because Eric believes once my identity is known, I would die and as well put him and his Mafia gang in danger. So he makes sure I'm protected. You can call me a blessed prisoner.

But what did I do in return? I slept with a stranger who probably must have seen my face. Thank goodness he doesn't know my name but the billionaire did look dangerous. I hope I never run into him again. I wouldn't even know because I didn't even get a glimpse of what he resembled, so how was I going to avoid him? That's going to be difficult and I knew that.

It's impossible for us to meet again! The world isn't small, we can never see each other again. If he goes left, I go right. That's how my God is going to do it for me.

I quickly change into a simple dress, I should at least look decent on my way home. I grabbed my waiting bags and fled.

My heart was palpitating rapidly and one more mistake, it’d drop to my belly…