Good or bad news?

Jezebel’s pov

I woke up the next morning, feeling much more relaxed, and pleased. Last night felt so good, and just thinking about last night’s experience, made me jolt out of bed immediately. If I had truly had sex with someone last night, who was it?

“Oh, goodness. I messed up.” I uttered under my breath as I held the bedcover to my chest, and wrapped it around me, immediately.

The person I had sex with, would determine if I was in trouble or not, and I couldn’t afford for this to get out to the public, let alone Max, who I could feel was slipping out of my hands, gradually.

Then the door knob was pulled down, and I stared at the man’s legs, stepped out of the bathroom, and landed on the foot mat.

My eyes gradually scanned up to his face, and a gasp escaped my lungs, instantly.

“Kyle?” I voiced out softly, finding it difficult to understand what was going on.

“You’re awake. I’m sure you enjoyed your night, just the way I did.” He said as he walked up to me, with a towel, tied around