I Hate That I Loved You!

33- An act as doppleganger

At Bennetti Mansion:

The next day early morning, the day dawned. 

The morning sun outside the window had infiltrated the haze. The curtains flowed, and the first rays of the sun fell directly on the bed spreading warmth.

Arlette opened her eyes slowly. She felt a splitting headache.

Ah. This hangover!

She stretched her arms lazily and found someone lying beside her.

Panic-stricken, she sat up on the bed. 

She vaguely remembered events of the last night. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she massaged her forehead.

She recalled meeting Francesco in the 6 Barrel Club. Startled, she removed the blanket and got off the bed in an instant. She glanced around the room.

No. This is not her room!

She observed her clothes.

No. Not even her clothes!

She was wearing boxer shorts and a man's shirt.

She covered her face with her hands. "oh god! no.! what did I do last night?"

She looked at the half-naked man lying on his stomach and sleeping soundly. 

Again, this man!

She took a deep breath.

It is not time to panic.

Get your ass up and sneak out! She motivated herself.

She searched around the room to find her handbag. It was lying at the corner of the bed. She quickly took out her mobile phone and sent a quick message along with her location to her driver to pick her up as fast as possible.

She looked around again for her dress, but she was not able to find it. She tiptoed towards the washroom and found her dress in the laundry bag. Completely dirty.

She recalled how she puked all over him yesterday. Her face turned red in embarrassment.

Yuck! What a mess! I am doomed!

Arlette sighed!

Nothing to change into, she had to go out wearing this man's clothes only.

Damn, if her family will see her like this, she will be dead!

She texted her driver to bring a change of clothes as well and walked towards the door to sneak out.

She turned around, took a last glance at the handsome man in a deep slumber.

'Bye Francesco! It looks like we will have to meet again!' She clutched his shirt and left.

After an hour, Francesco woke up.

He opened his eye and remembered last night's incident. How Arlettle had puked all over him the moment he brought her to the bedroom.

It was indeed difficult for him to handle her and change her clothes. She was acting like a big cranky baby.

He turned around to check on the big baby sleeping next to him.

As soon as he flipped his side, his eyes widened in surprise.

The other side of the bed was empty.

Arlette left?

He got off the bed in an instant and checked in the bathroom.