10

KATHERINE

I looked like a stripper.

One stare at my reflection in the mirror and I wanted to cover my eyes in shame. I’ve never seen a lingerie or wore one. And that’s because there was never a need for it.

But now, there is. Unlike the people who wear it for their lovers as a surprise when the night time for pleasure comes by, I’m wearing this for a total stranger.

Right, I still don’t know him and I doubt I ever will.

“None of this is happening.” I gulped taking myself in once again. I feel so exposed and cold. Concluded that I needed to get out of this thing clinging onto me like a second skin pretty fast, I fetched a jacket from the closet to cover myself as I walked my way out of my room.

My hands tightened against my chest as I walked, eyes diverting every seconds to watch out for any passerby.

When I walked into King Derek’s room, he was there this time. Hands crossed behind him staring out of the window.

I momentarily paused. Then I proceeded onto the bed without been told