002: leaving without introduction

Anethiasia’s POV

Last night’s memories crashed through my head like a storm. It was amazing… but he had been very hard on me. As the sensations returned, I couldn’t stop myself from biting my lips. That tingling feeling between my thighs started again.

This man could make a woman wet just by appearing in front of her…

Ahh… the perfect man.

My eyes roamed over his naked, sculpted body. His skin looked radiant, veins tracing over muscle like art. I was already oozing with feeling between my legs.

“Oh, fuck. What the hell am I doing? I’m literally eye-fucking him. I must be crazy to think like that right now!”

It was time to get off the car. Thank God the windows were tinted.

“Fucking shit… I can’t believe I’m totally naked.”

I quickly snatched my dress and slipped it on, picking up my heels. I didn’t even know his name.

What will he think of me? Will he think I’m some playgirl?

But… it doesn’t matter.

I eased the car door open and stepped out quietly. My butler was already waiting by our family car near the entrance gate. He always knew where to find me.

“Oh Mom… how am I going to face her and answer her thousand questions?” I sighed and walked toward my car.

My butler shot me a strange look.

Was something wrong with my walk or face? I wondered as I got in. My back was sore — obviously — but my face should’ve been fine.

“Young Madame, perhaps cover your neck with a scarf,” he said softly. “If Madame sees those… she will go crazy.”

My back stiffened. Goosebumps shot across my skin.

“Marks?” I whispered, trembling. I snatched my small makeup mirror.

“What are these?!” I yelled in confusion.

My entire neck was full of hickeys. I dragged a scarf around it immediately.

Holy Jesus… I can’t believe he was this rough.

He will pay for this when I meet him again.

Soon, I arrived at the mansion. With a blank face, I headed inside straight for my room.

“Where were you the whole night?”

My mother’s angry voice echoed across the hall.

I’m done for.

I turned around and answered coldly, “I was having fun.”

Her face darkened instantly, fists clenched.

“What do you mean, fun?”

I was expecting that question — which is why I didn’t answer. I just stared at her.

“Oh! What should I do with this girl…” She sighed deeply. “Go to your room and rest. I’ll prepare something for you to eat.”

She walked toward the kitchen.

I felt relieved… but not for long.

My mind drifted again to his hands — experienced, confident, greedy. The way he touched me, made me want more, made me scream…

What terrified me most was that I wanted it again.

“That man has made me mad. I didn’t even get to know his name. How stupid am I?”

What on earth was I doing with him the whole night?

Just… that.

“Pervert girl. Get your head clear and forget him. It was a one-night stand,” I told myself and rushed into the bathroom for a cold shower.

But the moment I tugged my dress off, I screamed.

“Fuck!”

My reflection stared back at me in horror.

My whole body was covered in hickeys and bruises.

“Was he an animal?!” I cried.

Then another memory hit me and I cursed again — loudly.

“I forgot my lingerie in his car!”

“Gosh! That was my favorite set. And I can’t go back and ask him… how shameful!”

Then a more frightening thought struck.

“Wait…”

Looking at the marks again, replaying last night…

“He didn’t even use protection. Was he insane?! What if I get pregnant?” I threw my hands up.

But then I stared at myself again in the mirror.

Was it because he also felt the same desire… and forgot?

I shook my head quickly.

“No. Someone that experienced? Impossible. This clearly wasn’t his first time. But holy shit… it was my first time.”

And sadly… it was in the back seat of a car.

I rinsed myself with cold water. After my bath, I slipped into a robe and sat on the sofa, exhausted. The alcohol was still fogging my head.

“Ahh… how much did I drink last night? I must have been insane. Good thing Dad isn’t here. He would’ve lectured me to death.” I closed my eyes.

Ring. Ring.

“Damn it. Can no one let me rest? Who the hell is calling me?!” I snapped, checking my phone.

“Hello? Who is the son of—”

“My daughter. Is this how you speak to others?”

A cold, disciplined voice cut through my anger.

My father.

My body stiffened, cold sweat gathering at my forehead.

“Dad— I’m sorry. I didn’t see your number.”

“Get ready for your marriage. I will arrive in a few hours with your in-laws.”

He hung up.

Leaving me speechless.