MasukI woke up up to the soft glow of morning light slipping through the heavy hotel curtains. My body felt heavy, used in the most delicious and terrifying way. I felt a deep, unfamiliar ache pulsed between my thighs, a blunt reminder that I was no longer a virgin. My muscles were sore in places I didn't know could ache , my hips, inner thighs, even my breasts felt tender from rough attention.
I blinked slowly, trying to piece together the fragments of last night. The champagne,red lace, the strong hands and Overwhelming pleasure that had torn cries from my throat again and again.
But the man lying beside me, the broad back turned toward me was not Daniel.
My heart slammed violently against my ribs. This wasn’t Daniel’s lean, boyish frame. The stranger beside me was bigger and more muscular with powerful shoulders and a presence that even in sleep felt commanding and dangerous. His Dark hair and faint scars were visible on his skin, the faint scent of expensive cologne still clinging to the rumpled sheets.
Oh my God… what did I do?
I panicked , fear surged through my veins instantly. I sat up , the sheet slipping down to expose my bare breasts. The red lace lingerie lay scattered across the floor l,my bra laying near the bed, thong halfway across the room, one garter strap dangling from the edge of the nightstand. The half-empty champagne bottle mocked me from the side table.
I didn't see his face clearly. The lights had been too low, my head too fuzzy from drinking. But i remembered the way he had touched me, the way he had taken control,the way he had filled me so completely that pain and pleasure had blurred into something addictive.
This was not my boyfriend. My hands shook as i slipped out of the bed, biting back a wince at the fresh soreness between my legs. I moved as quietly as possible, terrified he would wake up. Every second felt like a ticking bomb. I quickly gathered my things , dress, heels, phone, stuffing them into my overnight bag without care. I didn't bother looking for the lingerie. I couldn’t bear to touch it again.
My phone screen lit up with unread messages from Daniel, but i couldn’t bring herself to read them. Not yet.
I fled.The hallway felt endless. The elevator ride down to the lobby was suffocating. In the ground floor of the bathroom ,I quickly changed into the simple sundress i had packed for the “morning after” I had imagined sharing with Daniel. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to steady my breathing. My reflection starring back at me, I looked at my wild eyes, swollen lips, my tangled messy hair,i looked exactly like a girl who had been thoroughly and passionately ruined by a stranger.
Guilt clawed at my chest,shame burned hot in my cheeks. How could she have been so stupid? So reckless?
By the time i reached my apartment, my mind was a whirlwind of denial and self loathing. I just wanted to pretend last night had never happened, to bury it deep and Forget.
Daniel was already there when I walked in.He lounged on my couch, scrolling through his phone, looking calm and unapologetic. The moment he saw me ,he stood and pulled me into a warm hug.
“Baby, I’m so sorry about last night,” he said smoothly, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “The guys surprised me with pre-birthday drinks and I completely lost track of time. My phone died, and by the time I realized, it was too late. I feel terrible for standing you up like that.”
I stiffened in his arms,the soreness between my thighs screamed the truth. I could still feel the ghost of another man’s hands on my skin, his body moving inside me with raw and commanding power. Against all logic, against the panic still clawing at my throat, i forced myself to relax into Daniel’s embrace.
“It’s okay,” i whispered, my voice barely steady. “I. understand ,these things happen.”
Daniel pulled back and grinned, visibly relieved. “You’re the best, you know that? Hey, my birthday party is tonight at my dad’s house,you’re still coming, right? Everyone’s going to be there,I want you by my side.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. The thought of facing a crowd after what i had done made my stomach twist, but refusing would only raise questions. I nodded slowly.
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”
I spent the rest of the day trying to bury the memory. I took a long shower, applied Makeup to hide the faint marks on my neck. I wore a cute short dress that made me feel somewhat normal again. Every time the soreness reminded me of last night, I pushed the thoughts away. It was a mistake,a drunken stupid mistake and It would never happen again.
The birthday party was in full swing by the time i and Daniel arrived at the sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city. Music pulsed through the elegantly decorated halls, expensive cars lined the long driveway, and well dressed guests laughed over glasses of champagne and aged whiskey. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over marble floors, and the air smelled of flowers, cologne, and wealth.
Daniel kept his arm possessively around my waist as we moved through the crowd. He introduced me to his friends with easy charm, laughing at jokes and accepting birthday wishes like the golden boy he was. I smiled on autopilot, nodding and laughing where I was supposed to, but my mind kept drifting back to the hotel suite. Every brush of fabric against my skin reminded me of strong hands. Every deep male voice made my pulse jump with irrational fear.
Everything felt almost normal Until he walked in.
The entire room seemed to shift the moment the tall, commanding man entered. Conversations quieted,heads turned,women stared openly,men straightened their postures subconsciously. He moved with effortless authority, broad shoulders filling out a perfectly tailored black shirt, dark hair neatly styled, jaw sharp and shadowed with just the right amount of stubble. He didn’t need to speak to dominate the room.
My blood turned to ice. It was him.
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