Chapter 003

The next morning, I woke up in a haze, my head throbbing with the aftermath of too many drinks. As my eyes fluttered open, the events of the previous night flooded back, sending a surge of panic coursing through me.

I glanced around the unfamiliar surroundings, my heart sinking as reality set in. I was in a strange bedroom, tangled in disarrayed sheets, with no recollection of how I got there.

Memories of the nightclub, the bet with Sarah, and Yohan's alluring presence swirled in my mind, leaving me with a sense of unease. Had I really gone through with the one-night stand?

As if on cue, the door creaked open, and Yohan stepped into the room, his expression like that of shock. 

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he greeted, his voice laced with amusement as he approached the bed, "so he went through with it?"

"He?" I followed the gaze of Yohan and caught sight of another figure in bed with me, "wh- who's he?"

Yohan scoffed, "Just someone who completed a bet among friends."

"A... Bet?" I asked, almost in a whisper. That's right, I heard something like that in the club. There was someone else that night. So that means-

"That's right, we were only having fun with you," Yohan added, seeing the look I had on my face.

Just then, the stranger shuffled next to me in bed and I panicked. I jumped out of the bed before he could wake, found and put on my clothes and dashed out of the bedroom.

I couldn't believe it. I was used for the second time in a single day. How much more of a fool could I possibly be? Why am I so unfortunate?

As I hurriedly made my way out of the unfamiliar hotel, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. Betrayal, humiliation, and a profound sense of disillusionment.

The cool morning air did little to ease the rage within me as I struggled to come to terms with the harsh reality of what had transpired. I had been nothing more than a pawn in a cruel game, a mere tool for amusement among callous individuals.

The weight of my naivety bore down on me, crushing me beneath the weight of my vulnerability. How could I have been so foolish, so easily swayed by the allure of revenge and the promise of fleeting passion?

I pushed my apartment door open and walked in, ready to cry my heart out in bed but that was soon interrupted by the presence of Raphael on my bed and four other guys, divided into two standing on each side of him.

"Why are you dressed like a slut? Where have you been?" Raphael glared at me.

"What are you doing in my bedroom?" I looked around, "and where is Sarah?"

I took out my phone to call my stepsister but not long after I took out my phone, Raphael got up and snatched it from me.

"What is wrong with you, Raphael?! Give that back and get out of my bedroom!"

*Slap!* His hand against my face stung like hell and it didn't take long for tears to stream down my face.

"I asked you a question."

"We are no longer in a relationship. I don't know what this is supposed to mean but you and I are over."

Raphael laughed hysterically, "It's only over when I say it's over, Jenna. I may be marrying another woman but you still belong to me, body and soul."

"You humiliated me at that cafe yesterday. Just see the slap as your punishment for it."

"I hate you!"

"Pfft, as if I'll believe that. Your eyes tell a totally different story." Raphael said, "You love me. You said so before and I know you still do."

His words made me laugh, "That was while I had low standards. I wouldn't bat an eye at you right now." I replied with a mocking look on my face.

One of the men with Raphael held back his laughter when Raphael gave him a warning glance and I smirked, proud of my comeback.

"So you find this funny, don't you? I was the first man you had sex with. I know you're still attached. They always are."

"Seriously? Being a woman's first doesn't necessarily mean she'll get attached to you." I replied, not backing down.

"You're different. I can tell." 

"I heard first sex hurts," I said.

"What?" Raphael looked at me confused.

"You were my first only because I was scared of pain. I had to start with something small." I smirked before letting out my next words, "4 inches is nothing special to get me attached to you."

All four men laugh and it infuriates Raphael. 

"Shut up! Shut up all of you!" he shouted at them and then turned to me, pointing, "That's a fucking lie and you know it!"

"Prove it, then," I said.

"Why you little bitch!" Raphael raised his hand to slap me again but his phone rang and he gave me a look which worded out, 'You're lucky'.

"Hello?" he responded to the call.

"I know that."

"Yes. I'll be right there."

"I'm the groom. Guests can wait for the whole world. I don't fucking care."

"Whatever. I'm on my way now." 

Raphael ended the call and turned to me, "This isn't over."

"I beg to differ," I replied.

"Your tongue is sharp. For now," he said and headed out, the four others following closely behind him.

"Hey!" I ran after them worriedly and Raphael looked at me from within the car, "Where is Sarah?" I asked.

Raphael smiled mischievously, "Why don't you come to the wedding and find out?"

"What's that supposed to mea-" the car zoomed off before I could finish my sentence.

What's going on? What did he do with Sarah?

"My phone! I should call her!" I ran back into my apartment and looked around for where Raphael must have dropped my phone. I soon found it on the floor with the screen cracked.

"Fucking bastard," I muttered as I picked it up and finally dialled Sarah's number.

She picked up, "Sarah!" I exclaimed, "Where the hell are you?!"

"Jenna, I'm very busy right now. I can't talk."

"Wait, what's going on?" I rushed to ask.

"I can't talk right now. Just come to the wedding. I'll talk to you at the-" The call got cut and it scared me even more.