The Gamble

Just One Night

Chapter 12 – Just One Night

Keira woke up with a raging headache that feels like her head is going to split into two and her stomach feels like being grated into titbits. She sat up on bed only to find out that everything around her was spinning.

"Ah... Shit!" and then she noticed that she was in an unfamiliar place. Her clothes are gone. She started to panic because she cannot remember what happened last night and where the fuck she is.

"How did I get here? Why are you here? Where am I?" There was only a split second of disorientation, and then everything came back to her in a rush. Even if she'd wanted to convince herself it was all a dream, the unfamiliar sheets around her nude body and deep regular breathing of the man next to her would have convinced her otherwise.

Instead of panicking again just like last time she woke up, she move as carefully and quietly as possible, she lifted her body and craned her neck to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand: 5:36am.

She looked at the sleeping figure of Jack beside her and tried as hard not to move slowly out of bed and remember what happened last night that brought her here. She remembered talking with Sandro the model she met but then she realized in a blinding speed that it was Jack that she was with all along. She was so drunk that the first thing she did was crawl out of Jack's car and vomit all her guts out then she collapse again.

She remembered him putting her to bed after cleaning her up. She most probably reeked of alcohol and vomit. Jack took care of her during her drunken state.

It must have be her instinct that she was in a foreign place that she woke with a start in the middle of the night. Jack was there when she woke up. She was suddenly sober straight.

"Are you coherent now?" He whispered, She flinched, startled.

"What the fuck? Explain before I kill you Jack!" she said, internally panicking.

"What do you remember though?"

"I'm sure I was with Sandro, not you." She said and noticed her clothes were different. "The fuck?! You changed my clothes?"

"I don't know who the fuck Sandro is but I was the one with you in the bar. I couldn't leave your drunken ass there and yes I cleaned and changed you. I wasn't going to let you in my bed with your filthy state last night" He said, anger flooded him with the mention of one of the model from their agency.

"I need to leave" she jumped out of bed. Suddenly realizing all the humiliating things she'd done in the bar with him. He must find her so pathetic.

"It's 2am in the morning, It isn't safe. Stay." He said blocking her exit from the room.

"I can't" she said with her head bowed down, so embarrassed to even look him in the eyes.

"Keira, we should really talk."He said cupping her chin to force her head up to look at him. "Last night you said you love me."

She winced involuntarily, feeling how puffy her lips were with her finger, how unpleasantly sore her body was all over especially when she moves. She wasn't in pain; the stiffness was reminder of the sex they'd had. She wanted to cry...

Jack moaned softly in his sleep next to Keira. She clamps her hand on her mouth so that she won't make any noise to stir him up. The whole night had been incredible for her; she's not a hypocrite to deny it.

She kissed him after those words it was like she just given up and threw caution to the wind. She didn't care at that time. Keira was the one who made the first move because she fucking thought it doesn't matter if he doesn't love her back, She wanted this, she'll keep this even until she's far away from him. Sheill have this memory even though it will hurt in the beginning. She knows in the end it will be a fond memory of the time she fell in love again. No more what ifs. She remembered he'd kissed every inch of her body.