Chapter 3

THE NEXT MORNING, Jazzlyn woke up with a splitting headache, maybe because of the alcohol effect last night. She barely remembered how the night ended after going out to a bar with Kevin. Everything was hazy.

She scanned the unfamiliar room until she realized that she was inside the hotel recognizing the logo on the food menu by the bedside table.

She turned toward the man lying next to her in bed. Heart pounding, she reached out hesitantly, her hand brushing his muscular arm. “Kevin,” she whispered, expecting Kevin to respond.

But something felt off. There was no response, that's why Jazzlyn looked at him closely. She froze. This wasn't Kevin! Her heart pounded with surprise as she stared at the stranger’s face. Yet he was insanely handsome, but this isn't the man she thought she was with.

She was covered with a blanket shared with this man. She gasped after she saw herself naked and so was he!

“Oh, no, no, no! This can't be!” she thought to herself confirming that something happened to them last night.

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JAZZLYN scrambled out of the bed, trying to make sense of the situation. How did this happen? She was supposed to be with Kevin, not whoever this stranger was.

She hurriedly dressed, grabbed her things and made sure not to leave anything behind. In her rush, she didn't notice her wallet and necklace lying on the nightstand.

She stepped out of the bedroom quietly and her chest was pounding as she tipped toe to the main door. When she got out, she pressed her back against the wall. She checked the room number in disbelief. Confirmed, she went to a different room! It should be room 369 not 366.

“Damn it!” she muttered under her breath. She hurriedly went outside the hotel before Kevin might see her.

Her heart continued pounding in her chest, with shaking hands she hailed a taxi.

Her phone buzzed non-stop while she rode through the city. Her eyes widened as she saw twenty missed calls and a flood of texts from an unknown number expecting it was from Kevin.

Kevin: Camille, where are you? Are you home? I haven't seen you in my hotel.

Kevin: Why aren't you answering the call?

Jazzlyn gasped when she saw an incoming call from Kevin flashed on her screen. She wiped her wet palms on her jeans, took a deep breath and tried to be calm before answering the phone.

“Hi,” she said, forcing her voice to sound calm.

“Where have you been?” Kevin asked, he was worried. “I’ve been calling you all night.”

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, her mind looking for an excuse. She also kept her voice down so the driver wouldn't hear her. “My driver called me to pick me up,” she said.

Then there was a pause for a moment. Jazzlyn thought he didn't believe her. “By the way, Andrew told me that you had an emergency with your dad. Is he okay?” she quickly managed to remember that information last night.

“Yeah… yeah, he’s fine now. I'm sorry if I broke the fun last night. Maybe we can catch up tomorrow for dinner. Is that okay? Please don’t mind because I really want to make it up to you.”

Jazzlyn was hesitant but she nodded, planning that tomorrow she will end this. “Sure, I’ll see you then,” she said and hung up the call.

She leaned her head against the seat. What had she gotten herself into?

When Jazzlyn arrived at her destination, she grabbed her bag to get her wallet then realized she left it at the hotel. Damn it!

Thankfully, she had some money in her pocket and quickly paid the driver before rushing inside her house.