𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 [𝟏𝟖+] ✓

03

Since these are still the starting chapters, I don't want to write smut so early. Anyway, this is the only smut scene I'm robbing you guys of but there are plenty of smut scenes. Rest assured lmao

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Katrina Diaz

The white walls and the furniture were unfamiliar and foreign. The spicy scent of cedarwood and white pepper surrounded me. My eyes flitted to the bed and my body. What on earth am I wearing?

With a hangover that made my head throb around my skull and waves of nausea fermenting my already miserable morning, I peeled my eyes open. My fingers started to unbutton the black dress shirt messily until I was greeted by my naked skin. Horror knotting at my neck, I buttoned the shirt, recalling all the events from last night. Naturally, there wasn't much I could remember since I suffered blackouts in memory because of alcohol consumption. The realisation hit me like a wall of bricks when my eyes fell on my black dress that was laid on the couch, on my footwear on the carpeted floor, and my undergarments beside my dress.

My mind darted back to a pair of mysterious green eyes. To a ruthless voice. To a smouldering touch. To Liam's friend. To the man who lured me with his peculiar seduction and silenced my ugly voices. So, I fornicated last night. Brilliant!

Even if I couldn't summon a single memory except his warm lips sliding on my sensitive jugular, the throbbing ache in my limbs was evidence that we had bumped uglies after leaving the club last night. At least I did a pretty good exercise! Scoffing at my arrogance, I looked at the bedside table, fairly gobsmacked to find a piece of paper with a bottle of pills and a bottle of water. Leaning over, I drew the paper from underneath the water bottle and read the message written on it.

Last night was a mistake, forget it ever happened!

— H. E.

He could tell that to my middle finger. Crumpling the paper in my fist, I threw it on the floor, annoyance scraping at the back of my neck. I acutely remember him chatting up with me, calling me a 'Spitfire' on the dance floor. Then what was the mistake? Did he suddenly remember his flight to a monastery to get certified as a monk of the decade?

Bloody pencil-dicked cockwomble!

With one last groan, I picked up the handle of the telephone and dialled Freya's phone. She answered on the second ring.

"Hey, Rey. It is me—"

"Kate? Where the fuck are you? If you were ditching me, you could have at least informed me." Worry threaded my cousin's voice.

A sardonic smile pulled at my mouth. "Oh that, I'm sorry. I was very drunk and someone's tongue was shoved down my throat."

"You had a one-night stand? "She sounded amused. "Blimey!"