Chapter 3

One Night stand with the MacPherson's only son

She started talking to him, convincing him that he would still find a girl that likes him. "Besides, this might have happened for a good reason," she added.

She didn't say much after that. Carson had calmed down, and considering he was drunk, he might not even register everything she said. The two of them sat on the kitchen floor, each with their own thoughts. Carson was the first to speak up.

"Can you please help take me to my room?" He requested. I nodded immediately; considering he was drunk, he might not be able to find his way to his room. She helped him up, holding him across the shoulder; she helped him to his room.

Inside the room, she helped him to the bed, but he stumbled and the two fell on top of the bed with Carson on top of her. She tried to push him away; her face was burning hot. But he remained unmoving and didn't even budge. He raised his head and looked at her.

"I didn't know you are this beautiful, Alice," he said, staring at her body.

It was then that Alice realized she was wearing only lingerie. 'Wait, did he just call her by name? How did he know her name?' Carson's voice woke her from her thoughts.

"Why is it that I never realized that you are this beautiful?" He muttered. She tried pushing him again. This time he grabbed her hands and started leaning closer.

'What's he doing? Oh my God, what is he doing?' she was scared and tried to free her hands from his; she realized how helpless she was; Carson's hand was very strong. He planted his lips on hers. Immediately, all strength left her body, her struggle started becoming weak. Carson kissed her deeply; his hands went around her body as the kiss intensified.

She felt a passion like she never felt before; she slowly fell to the pleasure. In the next moment, Carson's hand moved skillfully to her vagina. Her eyes bulged, and she tried to protest. He sealed her lips with his mouth; the sounds of moaning and cloth tearing continued into the night.

Early the next morning, Alice woke up; she was feeling pains all over her body. She looked at the bed and saw the small stains of blood. 'So it really happened?' she thought. Her first time was just like that. She didn't know how to feel.

Carson, who was lying beside her, felt her movement and woke up. He looked at her in shock and hurriedly put on the bed lamp.

"What are you doing here? Did you seduce me, you whore."

"How dare you, after forcing yourself on me, you dared to accuse me of being a whore. Do you think I wouldn't willingly give out my first time just like that?"

Carson paused; he started recalling what happened last night, and when he saw the blood stains on the bed, he realized she was a virgin.

"Shit, what have I done?" He murmured. Turning to Alice, he pleaded. "I am very sorry; I was drunk last night; I swear it wasn't intentional; I can make it up to you."

"No need; I think it's better we just forget it." She said, blaming herself silently. She believed she was partially at fault. If she had struggled with all her strength, maybe she could have escaped. But instead, she was filled with passion and very reluctant to stop him.

She stood up and saw that she was naked, causing her to blush. Carson stared at her intensely.

"You are really beautiful, Alice; if you like, I can keep you as my mistress." He suggested. She glared at him and didn't say anything, completely ignoring him. Carson went to his wardrobe and brought out female clothes.

"Here, wear this; you can't go around naked, right?"

She glared at him. "Where did you get this?" She asked.

"It was left here by Lisa." He answered with a straight face.

"You womanizer," she cursed and hurriedly wore the clothes; luckily it's a pajama and a pink singlet; it was still early, and if she successfully sneaks out of the room with no one seeing her, then she can just claim she went anywhere.

Luckily, no one was outside; she hurried down the corridor and tried to sneak inside her room.

"Where are you coming from?" A female voice sounded. Alice was terrified and paused. It was Karen MacPherson's eldest daughter.

"Miss Karen, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water," she lied quickly.

"A glass of water?" She stared at her suspiciously. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course. What else would I be doing at this time?"

"Whatever, just get out of my face." She waved her hands. Alice ran out of her room immediately and heaved a sigh. Luckily, she didn't notice her funny movements, or she might have deduced something.

"Where are you coming from, Alice?"

She was startled by the voice. She turned and saw it was Clara.

"Oh shit! You scared me, Clara."

"Where the hell are you coming from? I didn't see you when I woke up." She asked worriedly.

"Oh, that, I went to the garden for a walk; I just want to get my mind off something."

"Is it because of what happened yesterday? You know you shouldn't bother about it."

"Yes, I know. Don't worry; I will try not to think more about it." She headed to the wardrobe to collect her clothes while trying to walk as naturally as ever. Luckily, she didn't notice anything and was doing her own thing. Alice collected her clothes quickly and hurried to the bathroom.

She didn't like lying to her friend Clara, but this time around, she had to. Luckily, she didn't notice anything. She slid inside the bathtub and allowed the water to caress every part of her body. Yesterday night had been exhaustive, and they had done it more than once.

She couldn't deny that she enjoyed the experience, but she knew this isn't something she can indulge in. With Carson's identity, if news about it leaked, she would be in for hot soup.