6. I am going to become your wife

Richard slowly opened his eyes. His head hurts a lot. He held it with his hand as he tried to sit up from the bed. He tried recounting what had happened, but his mind was blank. He looked around the room and wasn't familiar with it. Where is he? He tried to search his mind to know how he got here, but his head hurts a lot.

“You are awake?” He was startled with the voice he heard from behind. The voice is melodious and alluring. He quickly turned, and his eyes met with a beautiful lady with milky pale skin. She has a white towel wrapped around her chest. The towel barely covered her upper thigh, revealing her sexy long legs. The lady looks damn beautiful with her killer curvy stature.

Richard didn't know when he got lost, staring at the beauty in front of him until her voice snapped him out. “You seem hungry for me, Mr. Presley.”

Richard quickly takes his eyes away and tries to swallow the embarrassment. He is someone who hardly shows his feelings. He put on his stoic expression and looked back at the lady. His eyes didn't linger on her for so long only because of her beauty but her looks. At a quick glance, he would mistake her as Annabelle. She has the same height, the same stature and eyes as Annabelle. Even the faces almost look alike. Who the fuck is she?

“Who are you? How did I get here? And why am I here with you?” He asked coldly. Why isn't he remembering anything from last night? His head is oddly blank.

The lady smirked. “Which of the questions should I answer first, Mr. Presley?

“Just answer the damn question. And how the fuck do you know my name?” He snapped. He hates repeating himself.

“Who doesn't know Richard Presley. The CEO of Presley corporation.” the lady scoffed.

Richard quickly found his question stupid. Of course, he is known all over the country.

“Don't tell me you have forgotten what happened last night?” the lady asked as she moved closer to the bed with a flirtatious smirk. “We had a good time together. Last night was fun.”

She leaned close to him, her eyes staring deep into his black orbs. Being in this close proximity with him, her heart was beating but she won't show how nervous she was. The white towel she was wearing reveals the top of her breast, and Richard's eyes flickered towards it. He gulped down as he found himself drawn to her. Their proximity made him feel an internal heat within him. Her lips are so tempting. He has never felt this way for any woman for the past five years. Who the fuck is she?

“It seems you want more of my sweet body, Mr. Presley. Last night wasn't enough, was it?” the lady said with a sexy smile. She could see the effect she had on him and it kind of made her relaxed.

Richard was snapped out of his lustful illusion by her words. What did he just hear her say? Did something happen last night?

“What happened last night?” He demanded sternly.

“Can you not really remember?” She asked with a sexy smirk.

Richard thought back once more. Finally, something appeared in his mind. He remembered coming to his favorite club. He was already getting tipsy when he saw Annabelle and she kissed him.

Wait…. That wasn't Annabelle. That must be this lady. He was drunk and thought she was Annabelle because they kind of look alike.

“Why the fuck did you….?” He glared at her.

The lady smirked, “It looks like you finally remembered.”

“Nothing happened between us. We only kissed, and that's because you took advantage of my drunken state.” Richard doesn't want to believe that he slept with a stranger. Something he'd never do even if he's drunk. He doesn't know why he can't remember what happened after that kiss, but he believes he didn't sleep with her. He wasn't that drunk, he could still make his choice and one of them is not having sex with her.

The lady chuckled sarcastically and stood straight. “That's bullshit, Mr. Presley. You are no longer a baby. You could have pushed me away, but you kissed back.”

“That was because I thought…..” He paused and ran his fingers through his hair. The fact that he kissed her because he thought she was Annabelle pissed him off. He hates himself for still feeling this way for Annabelle.

“You thought what, Mr. Presley?” Her voice was soft and teasing. She tried leaning close to him but Richard raised his hand. “Don't come close. And can you fucking find something to wear.”

“Am I too tempting for you, Mr. Presley?” She asked as she sexily bit her lower lips, looking damn sexy. Richard quickly took his eyes away. He just can explain why this stranger is making him feel this way. Could it be because she looks like Annabelle? Well, that pisses him off the most.

“Unfortunately, you have already seen what's under this towel last night. There's nothing to hide.” the lady added.

“Nothing fucking happened between us last night. I'm sure you did something to me because I don't know why I can't remember what happened after that kiss. Who the fuck are you? And how did I get here!”

“You came here on your own accord, and you also paid for this room.” The girl replied nonchalantly. “Who am I? Well, I am Elizabeth Westwood and I am going to become your wife.”