All for nothing

04

Tw: language ig- this story will swear but it swears a lot here.

Violet woke up with a pounding headache, rolling over in her bed. She jumped slightly as she caught her hand on a warm.. lump? What?

She opened her eyes, wincing at the daylight and saw a gorgeous angelic looking man in her bed? Her brain processed everything and realized that apparently she fucking slept with him last night and apparently it was good because everything was slightly buzzing.

She awkwardly clambered out of the bed, untangling herself from the sheets. Flashes from the previous night invaded her mind as she stared at the man- Sean. His hand around her throat, her on her knees his hand gathering her hair, his head thrown backwards in pleasure, the pure ecstasy she felt, his lewd groans-

Fuck she had to go fucking do it huh- stupid drunk Violet, she mentally berated herself because why did she do it? She understood, he was absolutely gorgeous but she broke her goddamn rule. Sleep with handsome strangers they said, it'll be fun they said.

Violet reminded herself of an ostrich the way she ran around, tripping over herself in an only partially awake state. Once she was clothed enough to be acceptable, she figured it was time to leave. She remembered the confusion she felt after waking up in her disorientated state and decided it would be best to leave a note for the man. Hi, me from last night. I've had to go, sorry for not waking you. The hotel room is payed for so you don't need to worry about that. Thank you for a nice evening.

She gathered the rest of her things, any remnant of evidence she'd ever been disappearing with the closed door left in her wake.

The dull ache between her legs reminded her of last night and although she couldn't remember all of it, part of her regretted having not gotten Sean's number. She made sure to stop off by the front desk and pay for everything leaving a little extra for drinks he may have when he woke up.

Violet looked down at her messed up outfit and decided to go home and get changed before her day- not that she had anything planned.

Once she'd found her car parked in front of the club from last night, she drove home and contemplated anything she might have to do during the day. Nothing except for talking to Dr Phil Roberts because if she recalled correctly and as per usual, she did, she promised him check ins after her missions.

It was kind really, he knew that while helping people in reality, in her mind, her job was just as bad as the people she took out. She struggled a lot and by talking with phil, she ever so slightly shared the load. The man was like a father to her in a way that hers never had been. She'd forever be grateful for everything he had done for her.

Leaning against her kitchen counter with a piece of cold pizza, she dialed his number and waited for him to answer. She couldn't help but smile when he answered like she was a business partner. The man never seems to check contact names.

"hello, Dr. Roberts speaking what can I do for you today?" "hi Phil, how are you?" he seemed to relax at her voice and spoke to her in a more laid back manner "hi dear, I'm okay, how was your mission". At the mention of her mission, she let out a heavy sigh and answered with a short "it was okay thank you, what are you doing today?" "I have a few meetings and a surgery later, I might have a mission for you that we'll need to discuss. This one won't be alone and it will be more of an Intel operation". She was hesitant to accept because as much as she loved Phil, he often had ulterior motives.

Despite this, she said yes and eventually they said their goodbyes. She looked down at her phone and rose an eyebrow at the unknown number in her contacts saved as 'future husband'. She knew she should delete it however curiosity kicked in and she typed a short message which asked of the numbers name. They replied with 'sugarplum, I'm hurt, you don't even recognise me'. Violet narrowed her eyes in annoyance and let out a grunt as the only person who could've had access to her phone came to mind- Sean.

She obviously had questionable taste in men, even for a one night stand if they were going to sneak their number into her phone. Wanting to clarify her hunch, she texted back a simple 'Sean?' to which she received 'ah ha, my heart has been healed, I'm so glad you remembered me :) ' okay lover boy, why are you saved as future husband?'

Happy holiday's!

Each chapter will probably be similar in length, to the previous ones because that just means I can update more often. Also idk about the nickname sugarplum, it will probably change later but for now, her joking nickname will be similiar to sugarplum because it gave me pookie vibes.