Accidentally Married

32. Club

Jui woke up with a pounding headache, his skull feeling as though it might crack under the pressure. Groaning softly, he squinted, trying to adjust to the brightness of the unfamiliar room.

The sleek design of the space screamed luxury—high ceilings, minimalist furniture, and an air of sophistication that instantly made him feel out of place. Jui wasn't used to this kind of environment, and that alone caused a creeping unease to settle into his already clouded mind.

His mouth felt dry, and his tongue tasted faintly of alcohol. With a groan, he sat up and immediately realized something was very wrong. He was completely naked, his body barely covered by the soft, expensive duvet that draped over him.

In a flash of panic, he yanked the duvet closer and scanned the room, desperately trying to piece together the events that had led him here.

Images from the previous night came rushing back like waves crashing against a shore—sharp, fragmented, and disorienting.

He had been drinking. A lot. More than he should have. The memory of sitting in a booth at a club with his colleagues resurfaced. They had laughed, shared a few drinks, but as the night dragged on, one by one, they left.

The ones with girlfriends disappeared with their partners, and the single ones found fleeting company for the night.

But Jui was different. He had never been one for one-night stands, believing in something more than just physical connections. He knew that a nightclub wasn't where he would meet someone who would want the same things as he did.

But loneliness had a way of chipping away at a person's resolve. Jui remembered staying longer than he intended, lingering over more drinks than he should have.

By the time he moved to the dance floor, he was swaying more from the alcohol than the rhythm of the music. He had started dancing by himself, enjoying the release it offered until a few men closed in around him, their eyes and hands full of unwanted attention.

Panic had started to set in as they surrounded him. He remembered trying to push them away, but they wouldn't budge.

His pulse had quickened, but just when things seemed to be heading in a dangerous direction, someone stepped in—a man who Jui could only describe as strikingly handsome. The stranger had pulled him to safety, away from the others.

It was all blurry after that. Jui remembered flirting, or trying to. His drunken state had loosened his inhibitions, and he had clumsily made a move on the man, only to be gently turned down.

The guy had told him he was too drunk and that it wouldn't be right. But Jui had lamented that he had no home to return to, no place where he felt safe, and the man had promised to get him home. Only, it wasn't Jui's home he had been brought to.

The man—Saifah. It all came crashing down in an instant. Jui's heart raced as he realized that the man who had saved him, the man he had been with, was none other than Saifah. Of all the people, it had to be him.

 A cold wave of panic washed over Jui as he scrambled to his feet, clutching the duvet tightly around him. 

He spotted the ensuite bathroom and made a beeline for it, hoping to gather his thoughts.

Inside, the space was just as lavish as the bedroom. A large mirror hung above the sink, and when Jui caught sight of his reflection, he gasped.

His body was littered with reddish-purple marks—love bites scattered across his chest, stomach, and even his inner thighs. His face turned a deep shade of red as he covered it with his hands, mortified.

He had no recollection of how things had gotten so intimate with Saifah. He barely remembered anything after getting into the car.

Feeling even more disoriented, he looked around the bathroom and noticed the bath was already drawn for him. Steam rose gently from the water, and a variety of toiletries were laid out beside it. It was all prepared—like Saifah had anticipated Jui's need to clean up.

Even in his dazed state, Jui couldn't help but feel a flicker of confusion. Why would Saifah go to this length? Was this something he did for all his overnight guests?

Shaking his head to push away the thought, Jui quickly brushed his teeth and slipped into the bath. As the warm water enveloped him, he tried to think rationally, but his mind kept circling back to Saifah.

He had always tried to keep Saifah at arm's length. Getting involved with someone like him was bound to complicate things, and complications were the last thing Jui needed.

"Why? Why did it have to be him!?" He screams internally as he entered the bath. 

As the bathwater soothed his aching body, Jui knew he couldn't linger. He wasn't here to relax. This was Saifah's house, and staying any longer would only make things worse.

He kept reminding himself that he should never get close to Saifah or even consider being friends, much less date him.

He got out of the tub and reached for the towel, his eyes falling on a set of clothes neatly folded on the counter.

Jui's own clothes were nowhere to be seen, and these—these were new, carefully chosen to match his size and taste. He hesitated, feeling a strange sense of discomfort mixed with gratitude. It felt too personal, too thoughtful.

Still, he had no other choice. After drying off, he slipped into the clothes, which fit perfectly, as if they had been tailored for him. They were stylish, comfortable—exactly the kind of thing he would pick out for himself. As much as it unsettled him, he couldn't deny how good he looked.

Once dressed, Jui crept out of the bathroom and cautiously made his way through the unfamiliar house. His heart raced as he tiptoed down the hall, praying that he could slip out unnoticed.

He knew it was the alcohol and all the stress he had been in the past few days. With neither Aum or Nai by his side, he had been feeling especially lonely lately. 

He could see how things were getting better between Sailom and Aum. The same went for the married couple Zo and Nai. 

The only one who couldn't find a partner was him alone. All his blind dates were disasters. He found most of the to be unattractive and the once he found attractive were not attracted to him.

In case both of them felt attracted, the other party was just looking for a fling rather than date in real sense like Jui wanted.

The alcohol he drank had helped him forget all about the lonely and the stress yet landed in him in deep trouble.

"Please don't be there. Please don't be there," He muttered silently in prayer.

The last thing he wanted was an awkward confrontation with Saifah after what had happened—or what he vaguely remembered happening. He just needed to get out of here, clear his head, and figure out how to deal with the mess he had found himself in.

But just as he reached the living room, his luck ran out. There stood Saifah Wongsrisai, staring at him with an amused smile on his lips.