I Don't Believe In Fate

Chapter 1

The sound of my phone's alarm woke me up. Moving slowly, I sat up, cringing from the pounding headache. I tried to guess where the annoying beeping was coming from as I stood, naked. My whole body hurt and there was a dull, throbbing ache between my legs. Rubbing my hand over my eyes, it was obvious that I had sex since my entire body was sore. It was almost as if I'd spent a few hours at the gym. I tried to feel my way around in the darkness, stumbling to find my phone.

Hearing a groan, I jumped. 'What the fuck..' I mumbled, finally noticing the screen lit up across the room on the floor. Looking around, I realized that this wasn't my hotel room. 'Oh shit!' The realization hitting me hard, that I left with 'him'. I stood there, staring at my screen. 'Oh my God!' He was still asleep in the bed. Yes, it was all coming back to me now... Well, not 'all' of it.

There were three missed calls on my phone, all from Erica. I found my dress and panties on the floor not far from the bed. I practically tripped over my own feet, stepping into the slinky fabric as quickly as possible. I dropped down to my knees to look under the bed for my shoes. Only finding one, I gave up and stood. Flashing the screen over the bed, I just wanted one last look at him. He was asleep on his belly with one tattooed arm hanging off the side of the bed. This was the first time I saw the tattoo on his back. His eyes were shut and the sheet was barely covering his perfect ass.

Finding my purse on the chair by the door, I walked out of the room and made my way, barefoot down the hallway. How embarrassing it was to catch a taxi and go back to my hotel shoeless. My mouth was dry as hell and I cringed just thinking of what I'd done tonight.

I was dropped off at my own hotel and walked through the hall, thankful that nobody was around to witness my walk of shame. I rode the elevator up to my floor and slipped my keycard into the lock, opening the door.

"Holy shit. Wasn't expecting to see you this early. What happened, wore his ass out?" Great, Erica was still awake.

"Nothing happened.. It's five in the morning and I'm exhausted! Can we please talk about this tomorrow?" I avoided her questions and threw my purse down before climbing into my bed.

"Claire, where's your other shoe?" She asked, laughing loudly. "I cannot believe you screwed Shannon Leto and don't wanna talk about it! If it were me, I'd be making some popcorn and giving you the play by play. Dude, where's your shoe? How do you lose a shoe?" She went on and on, but I disregarded her, pulling the pillow over my head to drown her out.

Just hearing his name and remembering little details of last night, made me feel sick and excited all at the same time. He was nothing like what I anticipated at all. I had been drinking, but I was far from drunk when I left the club with him. When he started talking to me, Erica was freaking out. She's always had a crush on him, but I pretended that him being a celebrity didn't impress me.

We talked and joked for a while. Apparently, he was having a shitty night and said that he didn't normally drink a lot, but was having a few anyway. We both began to flirt with each other and the next thing I knew, he had a car pick us up. I vaguely remember making out in the car all the way to the hotel.

From there, it's a little fuzzy, but I knew that I had sex with him. The short flashbacks told me that much. This wasn't what I had in mind when Erica suggested a weekend in Vegas.