Ones We Regret

Chapter 1

Alira

Present

Westminster, London

I groan aloud at the sunrays falling straight into my eyes. I try to avoid the direct rays by covering my eyes with a hand whereas I rub my temples with the other. I felt like a truck just ran over me and the driver wanted to finish the job so he ran me over with a truck again. Not like I didn't expect a hangover, I just didn't expect to drink the amount of alcohol that could be used to operate a fountain.

"Alexa, close the fucking blinds." I grouse and shift slightly to my left while my sweet device automatically shuts the annoying blinds. And also -  Wait a minute. I look down at myself under the sheets. Naked. I close my eyes and wish the god that what I expect happened didn't happen. I open my eyes and slowly, very slowly look at the left side and Surprise, Surprise! There's a man sleeping with me. On my bed. In my room. In my own goddamn house. Dammit. I broke my own rule to never bring guys in my home. Alex is gonna cut my head off and it would take days of groveling and more than a few bottles of wine to make him come around, also that shit's expensive because of his "high and classy taste" as he would like to say. Also, this isn't good for my own image and would raise questions I wouldn't want to raise.

The mystery man is incredibly hot. Like 'take me against a wall right now' hot. His dark brown hair are all around the place and looks like someone ran their hands in it multiple of times, that someone being me. Dark brows lead to darker and thick lashes which further leads to a straight as a fucking highway nose and full, plump lips. I am somehow proud of myself for getting this fine piece of ass while being completely drunk. He, like me is naked and his strong arm is wrapped around my waist in a possessive way. A light stubble covers his chin and his lips are slightly parted in sleep. I look down at his six - pack abs and then further down and holly molly he is breathtaking. His handsome face with an incredibly sexy body is every girl's dream. Too bad I don't date.

I grab my phone from the nightstand, surprised that Alex hasn't yet blown my phone but cringe at the sixteen missed calls and sixty seven messages from the guy. I am so dead. My eyes widen in horror at the last message and I jump from the bed and grab my dress which I wore the night before and throw it away to opt for my panties and a top which read 'fuck you'. Great. Exactly what I need right now.

"Get up." I said hastily while grabbing a white Armani tailoring suit from my walk in closet. I return to my bedroom to find him groggily rubbing his eyes and look around. He really looked so adorable doing that, it almost made me smile. I grab his clothes and briefs and give them to him. "Come on sleeping beauty. I don't have all day. You need to leave. ASAP." He looks at me, from toe to head and gives me a smug smile which I return with a glare but dutifully starts dressing himself.

"Do you even remember my name, Alira?" He questions, his voice deep and smooth, while buttoning his charcoal black slacks. His eyes, chocolate brown in colour, looks at me questioningly while I stand with a curler in my hand, waiting for it to heat the hell up.

"No." I give him a curt answer and look the other way to hide my embarrassment. He chuckles, the sound deep and throaty and starts buttoning his white shirt. I glare at him and he sobers up and quickens his pace. I tap my foot impatiently on the ground and start curling the ends of my hair to hide my "recently fucked" look. I don't have the time to take a shower and the meeting starts in 30 minutes.

"Caleb." He whispers near my ear and leaves, leaving a trail of shiver down my spine. If he thinks I'm gonna be like other girls and pine for him, then he's up for a great disappointment and ego fracture. I got what I wanted - a good fuck and a night to forget - and that's what I got. Now it's time for business and I'm ready for the hectic week.