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C h a p t e r 16

Chapter 16 : Madelyn
Tuesday, July 20th, 2021

My eyes flutter open, revealing the darkly lit bedroom I'm currently laying in.

Thick, heavy curtains are drawn to my left, and I'm extremely grateful to the person responsible considering how bad my head hurts right now.

My mouth feels dry and my eyes pinch shut as memories of last night come rushing at me.

Aaliyah and I dancing while they watched.

Xavier and Caleb taking over, whispering those dirty promises in my ear. The ones I secretly desired to happen.

The drive home when I fell asleep on Xavier, and then the nightmare about my stepdad.

The kiss.

I kissed Alec.

I pulled him in, kissed him on that balcony and he pulled away.

God, I'm such a fucking idiot.

I want it to happen again, but I know it can't.

Last night was a mistake; a hot but very stupid mistake.

I haven't even moved my things out of my ex's house, and I'm already wondering what it would be like to get into bed with someone else.

Does that make me a bad person?

"Morning, darling." A voice sounds from right in front of me, nearly giving me a heart attack.

Wincing, I push myself up in bed, turning on the night lamp to my left.

"Caleb?" I say at the sight of him sitting in a chair across from me, a book in hand.

He's not looking at me, as his ankle rests on his left knee, being used as a prop for the book.

How long has he been sitting there?

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, still not glancing up.

"What are you doing in here?" I counter, pulling the dark blue comforter over my chest.

Only then do I realize my dress is gone, and I'm not wearing any pants.

The only article of clothing on my body is a large black t-shirt that unmistakably belongs to Xavier and my underwear from last night.

When he doesn't answer, I try again.

"Who dressed me?" I demand, not sure what to think about the possibility of one of them seeing me naked.

At this, Caleb smirks.

Was it him? I changed my mind, the thought of any one of them seeing me is enough to freak me out.

"Caleb?" I say again, wanting an answer.

Finally looking up from his book, he sees that I'm serious.

"Don't worry. We got one of the maids to do it." He assures, "I'm guessing you don't remember then?"