Sun shone through the large window to my right. I groaned, rolled over and rubbed my eyes. My hands were black with mascara and my temples throbbed with a killer hangover. I'd become so used to waking up in strange beds by now that I wasn't at all shocked to find myself in a large bed, with a different cover, smelling of alcohol and Lynx. What I was slightly worried about was that there was no one in bed beside me.
I sat up and peered out the slightly ajar, cream door, which revealed a small, messy kitchen and dining area but no signs of human life. I flopped back onto the white, very bouncy bed. My options were wait a little longer or try and make a run for it. Seeing as though it was a one night stand and I had no regrets whatsoever, I decided the latter.
I found my little, revealing dress from the previous night and slipped it on quickly without doing the zip up. I held my shoes in my left hand, handbag in my right and made a dash for the front door. But things weren't quite that simple. Nothing ever is.
"I made us coffee and pancakes."
I spun around with such force that my handbag flew from my arm and hit the strangers very toned chest.
The deep voice came from a tall, tanned, stocky man who looked to be about 25.
"Hi. Sorry. Um. Just on my-"
"Yeah but my pancakes are the best in town so if I were you I'd stay."
How could I resist the stranger's chocolate eyes, caramel skin and honey voice. What I couldn't comprehend is how I'd ended up in such a hotties bed.
"I'm Aisha by the way." I said fluttering my eyelashes.
"I know." Was the reply.
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Long nights and street lights
RomanceI'm Aisha, my story is unlike any other, I hope you will learn from my mistakes. Aisha, a young adult lived an unhappy life until she met Connor. After a little, she became bored and began to go back to her old lifestyle. This is her story of hardsh...
