Dangerous Thoughts

"Ah, it hurts so much...." I woke up holding my throbbing, spinning head.

Where was I?

I turned and looked at the place, realizing I was in my room. Of course, I was in my room right now, looking at the decorations, and everything that I recognized from the room was mine.

With difficulty, I tried to sit up, but the pain in my head was increasing, and then I felt something drooping warmly against my stomach. I looked up and found a man's hand. I turned my head to the side and looked at a man sleeping beside me. My heartbeat seemed to stop beating when I felt my back was cold. 

The man was Asher, sleeping next to me, making my eyes almost jump out. What is he doing here? 

Could it be... 

I closed my mouth and was about to scream, then spontaneously pulled back the blanket and looked at my clothes. 

"What happened?" My eyes opened wide, staring at my clothes that were different from the ones I was wearing before, and I clearly remembered that I was wearing a satin slip dress dressed up to surprise that jerk Martin.

But right now, what I see clinging to my body is my nightgown. It's my clothes, but I don't remember changing it. I checked my underwear, just in case, and everything was still on, but that didn't relieve me.

I tried to remember something, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember anything. My head hurt more, and I groaned softly while pulling my hair, trying to get rid of the throbbing.

Asher groaned. I turned to him, who tried to open his eyes and looked at me. "What are you doing here...?" His voice sounded heavy and hoarse but so sexy it was beautiful to my ears.

I closed my eyes, trying to push the thought out of my mind, then looked at him silently with a slightly puckered face demanding an explanation because honestly, I didn't remember anything. I pulled the blanket up over my body.

It's all because I was drunk last night, damn that kind of habit. I shouldn't have used that method to deal with my emotional problems. This was my first time drinking, and I couldn't control my mind.

Asher looked at me flatly and seemed annoyed that he felt accused. "I didn't do anything," he said. He adjusted his slightly messy hair before me, making me notice him.

I straightened my gaze, my eyebrows twitching slightly at him. Was she trying to tease me with that kind of trick to charm me?

Though I admit, he looks pretty hot.

Even if it's Asher who can get pleasure quickly with several women, I still can't believe that he didn't do anything or even think strangely while I was unconscious.

I gave him an exasperated look. What am I, stupid? I need more explanation. "Then who replaced my clothes?" I yelled at him because right now, I was so tormented by the pain in my head and this confusion.

"Of course, it was me. Who else do you think it was?" She frowned as she shook her head lightly. "There's only you and me here, so I did it."

There was no one home.

My father was out of town working, and it was just me and my mother. She passed away a long time ago, so it was just my dad and me, but now Asher would stay at the house because my father asked him to live in this house due to his frequent travels outside the city and country.

I squeezed the blanket in my hand tightly, and I couldn't accept that he was looking at my body. Moreover, he did it when I was unconscious, so I couldn't resist or even remember.

I swallowed, looking at him with mixed feelings of confusion. Asher watched me. He exhaled his breath. "I didn't do anything to you, Daphne." he looked at me and spoke quietly. "Your clothes were wet because you spilled beer. I couldn't possibly let you sleep in them. So I changed them for you so you don't get sick."

From his tone of voice and gaze, I could tell he meant it. I was relieved. But on the other hand, I felt offended and began to wonder why Asher could not do anything to me. Is it possible that when he sees my body, he laughs and finds me unattractive?

Asher probably didn't do anything because he preferred the women who reacted to him. 

Asher is often seen with women and acts like a mature man who doesn't hesitate with his body language. But I felt a little disappointed. Why was I disappointed when he said that he didn't touch me?

"Then how come you can sleep in my room?" I intended to make him continue explaining. 

Asher looked at me silently for a moment. His eyes were flat and slightly irritated. "You don't remember?

" Asher's eyebrows rose as he spoke. "You were the one holding me up, holding my waist as I carried you and laid you on the bed."

I shifted my eyes forward, avoiding his gaze. How could I remember? I was so drunk. It's the first time I've had a drink and experienced what a blackout is like.

Then suddenly, something flashed in my head, a memory of me hugging Asher. My face felt hot. In that memory, I could feel what Asher's muscles felt like in my arms. I blinked, trying to regain consciousness with my warped mind.

"You can leave immediately by letting me go." 

Yes, that makes sense. I leaned towards him boldly, the warmth on my cheeks disappearing. I'm sure my face is no longer flushed. "There's no way a body this big can't break free from my body, which is only half yours."

Asher snorted. He looked at me with a sharp edge to his eyes. Maybe he was also tired of hearing my questions, but I wanted to know what happened exactly.

"Oh, alright." I looked at him with a gesture for him to stop. I was sure that Asher would say something embarrassing to me if he continued.

I don't want to open up my dark past, and it's better if I end the matter immediately and stop asking Asher. That way, my memory will be safe.

I held my stomach. Suddenly, something inside my stomach seemed to be stirring. Spontaneously, I bent down to endure the pain. 

Asher approached, I could feel his breath on my forehead. "Daphne, are you okay?"

I shook my head. "My stomach... it feels like it's being squeezed and stirred simultaneously. Asher, what happened?" I turned to him and asked.

He looked at me without worry. "It's the effect of the drinking you did last night." He got up from the bed, and I looked at him.

It was only when he got up that I realized that his white shirt was open and exposed his chest and abs, which looked very tempting. As I watched him, the pain in my stomach was ignored, and then the urge arose in me to touch his chest and feel his warm body; I wanted to be able to hug Asher's body again.

"Wait here, I'll make something for you," Asher said, getting up and making my mind wander.

Daphne, you're crazy!

I dropped my body back onto the bed and twitched, kicking the air. "You're crazy, completely insane," I spoke softly.

What was I thinking?

As I imagined things with Asher, I wanted that man's body. "Oh, wake up, Daphne, he's Asher." I buried my face, which was heating up from dirty thoughts, into the pillow 

But I couldn't stop imagining Asher's body. I wonder what that body would look like if he were standing without clothes in front of him. I want to embrace his broad shoulders. Could my hands be enough to embrace his shoulders tightly? I'm sure his back is no less beautiful. My hands seem to be able to remember what his back muscles look like because last night, I slept by hugging him.

Are his tight abdominal muscles also on his thighs? I'm sure her ass would also feel stiff and muscular, then what about what's in the middle of her legs? What would it be like if he and I did it?

I stopped imagining. The image made me remember Martin and Caroline, and I squeezed my hands tightly, my mouth closed tightly, and then my gaze sharpened. "If they can do it, then so can I."

I shifted my gaze quickly as Asher reappeared with a tray carrying a bowl and a water-filled glass. "Does it hurt that much?" He asked me about my condition.

At the sight of him, my mind came back to my senses. I looked at Asher with a weak gaze. Daphne, realize that he's your father's friend, what you're thinking is very dangerous....