Second Chance At Love

Elena

Ugh! My head hurts, I thought as I snuggled into the sheets. I felt a hand move and wrap around my waist before I was drawn into a very hard chest. I shuffled into the warmth of the chest as I snuggled deeper into the chest.

These were very soft sheets and very warm covers.

My bed wasn't this soft or warm.

Wait.

MY BED WAS NEITHER THIS SOFT NOR WARM.

I opened my eyes with a gasp as I shot up from the bed only for me to fall back to the bed as my head got lost in the plush pillows. I held my head in my hands as I groaned. I heard a voice groan as a body shuffled next to me.

Shoot, my head hurts like a bitch, I thought as I tried to control my breathing and calm my head while trying to clear the dizzy spell I was having. I felt dizzy and nauseous and thirsty and hot all at the same time. This was definitely not how I expected to wake up.

Sitting up slower the second time, I tried to recall what happened, where I was and how the hell, I got here in the first place. A slight pain between my legs drew my attention and with shaky hands and a mantra of whispered prayers, I slowly raised the covers internally praying that by some miracle, it was not what I was thinking.

Looking down, I let out a shaky breath as my fears were confirmed and I was met with the sight of my naked self, the events of the past night flooding my mind in hazy memories. I could barely recall what transpired last night or how I got myself in this situation. I suddenly felt very nauseous and dizzy once again as I struggled to remember what the hell happened and where I was. I looked around to see if I could recognize where I was and it looked nothing like any of the places, I was familiar with. I had vaguely remembered going out with some of my colleagues at work and having Scarlett tag along because she had gotten dumped by her online boyfriend and needed to get wasted.

I had been against it but with a bit of convincing from her and my colleagues, I agreed and we all went out. And after that, I couldn't remember anything that happened.

I was still feeling dizzy and nauseous so I tried not to do anything hasty as I still felt the heavy throbbing on my head and with shaky breaths, I turned to my left to see a strange man sleeping next to me. He was beautiful but he was definitely not the person I was supposed to wake up to. I slapped my hands to my mouth as I tried to hold my screams of terror from escaping my lips and try to make sense of the situation.

This was not my boyfriend Frederick, and, as I looked around to take in my surroundings, I realized I was in a hotel room. I looked back at the strange man as I watched him sleep so soundly. If it were to be under different circumstances, I would definitely be enthralled by is beauty but right now wasn't the time. Who was this man and how the hell did I end up here with him?

As if sensing my internal turmoil, the strange man stirred awake as he rubbed his eye to adjust to the light and then finally look up at me. For two whole minutes, we stared at each other as we both reeled with the shock of waking up to strangers. He had beautiful pools of azure eyes that had a certain mystery in them. I felt like I could drown in them and not be worried about anything else in the world. Soon realization dawned on him and his eyes that were wide with shock now held anger as his brows knitted and his lips turned down in a deep scowl. He sat up straighter and the words that spilled out of his mouth made me do a doubletake on him.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" He asked with a snarl in his voice. I sat up straighter as I looked at him, my face mirroring the confusion that I felt.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, bewildered.

"Exactly what you heard me ask. What the hell are you still doing here? You're supposed to have gone a long time ago?" he asked as his frown deepened.

"What do you mean, what am I still doing here? Who the hell are you and why are you in here with me?" What am I even doing here? I thought to myself. He scoffed at my words.

"What do you mean why am I still here? This is my room, and you are supposed to be gone before I woke up. That was the agreement, or are you that slow that it takes you that long to comprehend simple instructions?" he snarled at me as he stared me down like I was the scum beneath his foot.

"This is your room? Wait, how did you get me into your room? I don't remember coming up with you, I don't even remember meeting you –", I gasped as I put two and two together. Immediately, I took a pillow and started hitting him with it, taking him completely by surprise. "You vile son of a bitch, how could you do such a vile and evil thing to me, you perverted rapist" I kept hitting him until he regained his composure and grabbed the pillow from my hands and quickly got up out of the bed and put some distance from me.

"What the fuck are you talking about? What the hell are you going on about, you crazy bitch? Rapist? What kind of bullshit is that? I didn't rape you, we had consensual sex, is this some sort of stunt to get extra money from me? Because, darling, it's not working and with the way you are going, you might not get a single dime from me", he growled at me, having the nerves to look surprised and confused.

"What do you mean we had consensual sex? You fucking drugged me and raped me, you dirty pig, and now you're telling me that we had mutual sex. If we really had consensual sex, why the hell can I not remember ever agreeing to something like that? God, I have a boyfriend and you just took advantage of me, you sleazy dirtbag. I will make sure you pay for this. You just wait." I said as I quickly stood up, momentarily forgetting that I had a hangover and I immediately regretted it as I quickly sat back down on the bed cradling my head in my hands as I tried to control my breathing again.

He had the temerity to let out a laugh at my peril. "You would get back at me. Ha! Do you even have any clue as to who I am? You are just a whore who happened to be picked up and sent to my room for me. And now you want to turn it around on me and call me a rapist? You must be fucking delusional to think that such kind of mind games would work on me. When I got in here, you were already drunk and I was also tipsy so you cannot tell me any bullshit about me raping you. I do not rape women. Just get your shit and get the hell out of here, it's not even ten am and I'm already tired of your bullshit." He said with every ounce of seriousness in him. I gasped.

He had to be fucking kidding me. Me? A prostitute? That was the most ridiculous accusation I have ever gotten in my entire life. I was not a prostitute.

"I don't know what you mean by that but I would have you know that I am no prostitute. You, on the other hand, are just a perverted douche who preys on vulnerable women and take advantage of them and I will make sure that you get what is coming to you. You just mark my words and wait." I said as I slowly got up and started going round to pick up my discarded clothes, my head still aching but I paid it no mind as I was just too angry to care. I packed my clothes as quickly as I could and made a beeline to the bathroom.

One look at my reflection on the mirror and I took in a ragged breath before I quickly splashed some water on my face. I checked the cupboards and thankfully, I found a few wipes and a spare toothbrush. I quickly cleaned up my face and brush my teeth before dressing up. When I was done, I checked my appearance in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable before coming out.

I found him also all dressed up on the bed as he bent down to wear his shoes. If he didn't have such a foul mouth and dirty attitude on him, I would have found him attractive. But instead, he just looked as repulsive as the most irritating thing in the world. I had never felt this much irritation for someone I just met in an hour.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I quickly went over to get it, eager to get away from this terrible person, but nothing prepared me for the face I saw on the other side of the door.

"Fred....."