Better The Devil You Know

Maybe We Can Nope Out Of This Situation.

Aurora woke up to a cold, empty bed. Brief panic filled her insides as she looked around the foreign room, wrapping the bed sheets around her. Trying to move, Aurora's legs groaned in protest. Throwing her head back into the pillow, she let out a groan as last night's events ran through her head. This morning's events too. There wasn't much sleep involved.

Pulling the sheets further around her body, Aurora climbed out of bed. Making a deliberate effort not to limp, she quickly gathered her clothes off the floor, each garment having been thrown in different directions the night before. Letting out a grunt of frustration Aurora crouched down, peering under the bed. Where the fuck were they? Out of all the clothes that magically disappear, did it have to be my panties?  Why couldn't it be my socks?
Hearing a noise outside, Aurora gave up and hurriedly put her clothes on, commando, and ran to the bathroom. Her face was a mess as was her hair, so she threw it into a messy bun, hoping it would conceal the look of shame.

Thinking the coast was clear, and partly wanting to get out of Nathan's room, Aurora stepped outside. Running down the corridor as quickly as her hopeless legs could go, she scuttled into Nathan's office, grabbing her bag and coat, throwing them over her arm whilst carrying her Louboutins.

Walking out of his office, Aurora had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop from screaming as she narrowly missed colliding with Sam.

'Oh Aurora... Uh... Didn't see you there, sorry. Are you alright? Nathan's at the office I'm afraid.'

'Umm I'm alright, I just uhh... Left my coat in here last night and came back, from my room, to get it.'

Sam smirked, looking Aurora up and down. 'Your room? Since when did you and Nate share a room?'

Guilt and shame crept up Aurora's cheeks, before she mock-glared at him.
'That is a very brave accusation to make. I don't know what the hell you are talking about.'

'I mean, thank God we live in a mansion, otherwise everyone would've been awake all night! I could hear you from a wing over!'

Aurora slapped him. Not hard, hard, but relatively hard. He only chuckled though.

'I'm afraid you've got the wrong girl. I have got standards you know.'

Walking away, Aurora could still hear his chuckle, as she walked around the corner before breaking into a run.

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Flopping on to her bed like a seal, Aurora put her phone to her ear.
'Hey 'Rora! How's you?'

'Sam. I fucked up.'

Samantha's voice got serious. 'What happened? Are you alright?'

'I... I slept with him.'

'Who? Your husband?'

'Well when you say it like that!...'

'Ok, Ok. You slept with your husband, who isn't really your husband, you were just forced to marry him by your parents but you think he is a stuck up playboy who can shove it right up where the sun don't shine.'

Aurora paused before answering. 'Yes. That's pretty much the gist of it.'

She could hear Samantha hesitate on the other side of the line.

'Was it good?'

'Sam! ... ... Ok, It was amazing, like I-can't-actually-walk-right-now amazing, and Jesus Christ now I know why girls choose to be treated like shit just for the sex...'

'Then what's the problem!?'

'I don't know! There just is a problem!'

'It doesn't have to be awkward; you can just decide together to make it a casual thing, it's not like you have any other booty calls in the foreseeable future.'