I woke up in a luxurious looking room, my head pounding slightly. The bed felt luxurious beneath me. Everything seemed out of place and there was a stranger lying next to me in this bed.
Wait. What?
My eyes flew open in shock quickly getting out of my dazed state realizing I was in a tight and warm embrace in a stranger was holding me I struggled for a good five minutes before finally managing to wriggle free. As I tried to stand, my legs buckled beneath me, causing me to fall back down. Damn it, I silently cursed, trying my best not to wake up the man sleeping next to me.
That's when it hit me—I wasn't wearing any clothes and I didn't even pay attention to it before.
I tiptoed across the room, carefully searching for a bathroom to clean up and get out of here as fast as possible. Stepping out of the bedroom, I saw a kitchen and 2 doors . I decided to test my luck with the second door , and thankfully, it led to a bathroom.
The first thing I did was check myself in the mirror I almost fainted when I saw my reflection.
Well, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, I thought grimly. What did I expect, waking up next to the hottest person I've ever laid eyes on? My legs were sore, my back ached, and there were faint marks across my neck and collarbone. Hickeys were the least of my concerns compared to whatever else happened last night, but at least he hadn't marked me. Most alphas would have taken that chance to claim me by now, but he hadn't. For that, I was grudgingly grateful for.
I needed to take a shower fast and get out of here before he woke up.
The bathtub was huge, sleek, and surprisingly fancy Expensive body washes and bath bombs were neatly arranged on the side. I quickly turned on the warm water and dropped a bath bomb in, letting myself soak for just a moment. The warmth was a relief, but I knew I was on borrowed time, so I quickly scrubbed myself clean and stepped out.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I went back to the bedroom to find my clothes, but my shirt was nowhere to be seen. My pants were crumpled on the floor dirty and As for the shirt? Gone.
With no other options, I grabbed the nearest shirt hanging by the bed. It was clearly his—a size or two too big for me—and definitely not what I'd been wearing last night. I hesitated for a second but shrugged he'll probably get a new one I'll just toss this one away later it's not like I'm ever going to see him again anyway he won't need it
Though, I had to admit, the stranger had good taste in shirts. I wasn't so sure about his pants, though but still I had to put them on
As I finished dressing, a familiar sense of anxiety crept in. My obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in, reminding me how much I hated seeing things dirty or scattered mines and especially other people's things scattered everywhere. I cringed at the thought of leaving this room with everything feeling so disorganized, but I pushed it aside. I just needed to get out before he woke up.
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To be continued
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What Levi was wearing before going to the hotel
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