Beautiful temptation |18+

THREE

SABRINA 

I let out a groan as I felt a bright ray of sunlight on my face, and I turned away with it, letting out a sigh as I practically sank into the bed, and I started to drift to sleep again.

Wait a minute.

My bed has never been this comfortable.

My eyes snapped open, and I was greeted by a chandelier. I felt my panic start to sink in.

I don't own a fucking chandelier in my bedroom.

I tried to sit up on the bed, but the weighted arm draped across my stomach anchored me in place. I felt the warmth of slow, steady breaths against my left cheek, each exhalation a reminder of the presence beside me.

Holy shit.

I turned my face to the breath and met a hot, closed-eyed man sleeping peacefully, his black hair covering a side of his face. My eyes widened in shock, and my panic only increased when I looked down and saw his exposed chest, which continued until his v-line, which thankfully was covered by the blanket.

I didn't- we didn't-

I looked down at my body and saw only a blanket covering my body.

Oh god.

In a quiet prayer, I push the cover away from my body, and my mouth opens in horror at my nakedness.

Oh, my god.

Shit, shit, shit.

How the hell did I end up in this situation?

I just went to drink last night to get over the pain of Mike. How the hell did I end up in another man's bed?

I cracked my brain to remember what happened last night, but I could only remember fragments of the night's events.

I remembered going there; I remember meeting him; I remember him being a friend of Mike; and I remember seducing him to get back at-

Oh fuck.

I let out a quiet groan as the side effect of last night hit me with full effect, and I pressed my palm against my forehead, rubbing to smoothen the massive headache that has already started forming, but it didn't do anything.

I want to facepalm myself so hard right now, but I know that's just going to add to my already growing problems.

What the hell was I thinking?!

Well, I wasn't thinking; I was drunk.

But this could be a kidnapper or rapist, for all I know, and drunk me just went all in for fucking revenge. I was guaranteed that Mike wouldn't know or care, and I don't even remember most of the sex.

We didn't even use protection!

Thank God I'm on birth control, but birth control does not prevent any transmitted diseases.

I have to get myself checked out, but that's going to be after the meeting with the CEO and the preparation of the-

The meeting!

I looked over at the clock beside me, and I held back the cuss that was rising on my lips at the time.

I need to go now.

I lifted the man's arm that was holding me down softly, trying my best not to make any noise as I slipped out of the bed. I look over to him, and satisfied that he's still asleep, I quickly put on my clothes, cussing at myself for waking up so late.