Chapter 2

KELLY POV

Everything was a mistake.

My life itself is a mistake, and I don't know how I ended up making another. I quickly snapped out of my pathetic thoughts. 

"You are awake." He stated the obvious as I wrapped the duvet around my chest: "Yes, but I wish I passed away instead of waking up in a stranger's bed." I huffed, picking up my clothes from the floor while using one hand to hold the duvet on my chest.

What am I even hiding? The pervert has seen it all while he was having his fill with me last night.

Last night... Where was Holly? Why didn't she stop him? Is she alright?

"That's not a healthy thought, Kelly," he said, and I paused too angry to let this go.

"You stupid jerk! Don't you ever call my name again; in fact, I never want to see your stupid face in front of me, fucking pervert. I should report you to the police." I gritted out, but he seemed so chill, like I didn't just threaten to report him for raping me.

"You are only mad because you don't remember what happened; you came to me willingly, and you asked me to be yours for the night," he lied.

It was all lies.

I would never say something like that except—except if I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing, but he's lying; he is a pervert.

"I was a little bit intoxicated myself, so when you gave me your proposal, I could not resist," he added.

"You useless piece of shit! I would never ask you to do something like that; you forced yourself on me, and you are trying to do what? Gaslight me into believing I'm at fault here? You are unbelievable; I meant what I said—I never want to see you again." I warned sternly before picking up my shoes.

"That's not possible, little butterfly. You will remember eventually, then you'll understand why I couldn't reject you," he replied nonchalantly.

I glowered at him, ignoring how he looked without a shirt on; his wide, broad shoulders were completely covered in ink, flower vines crawling from his chest to his biceps.

What the hell did I get myself into?

"Are you done checking me out?" He asked, and I scowled.

"As if," I huffed, and he pointed at a door inside the room. "That's the bathroom." He informed me, and I stormed off instantly, not wanting to begin the same space with him for too long.

He is just so annoying, and I can't think straight when I'm with him. It's scary and confusing at the same time, and I hated myself for making such a mistake.

I shouldn't have talked to him last night. I don't know if my boyfriend Dain will be pleased with me if he hears this; he might break up with me, and that will break my heart.

I love him so much, and while Holly is my best friend, he is my everything. I won't survive without him; those two are like family to me. 

Then I had to go and ruin it all by having a one-night stand. I wore my clothes too disgusted with myself to take a bath; I didn't need to spend one minute in this hell. My eyes caught my reflection on the bathroom mirror; there were hickeys on my neck and my chest, and I looked so rough with my curls scattered in different places.

I shut my eyes, trying to hold my tears back. This is bad. I really need to think fast. I can't exactly go back to the apartment like this; Holly will take a wild guess and think I purposely stayed back.

I opened my purse, and thankfully I took my powder and my lipstick. I tried my best to cover the shameful evidence of what I had done. Satisfied with myself for successfully covering the hickeys, I rubbed my lipstick on my dry lips and arranged my curls, and then I headed out.

I opened the door and found him dressed up in a suit. My headache was even worse now that I'm reflecting on the whole thing.

"I will drop you off." He offered fetching his keys from the comforter. I raised my hand to stop him.

"No, I can find my way back home," I grumbled, pivoting towards the door. "Let me at least get you home safely; I just want you to know that I wasn't trying to pin the whole blame on you; I'm equally at fault," he proclaimed.

"And I apologize for getting carried away," he interjected.

I opened the door and halted in my tracks, "Right. You can take that apology and shove it in your ass; I'm done here. I hope we never cross paths again; if not, I will kill you myself." I threatened, only for him to nod.

The jerk knows I'm bluffing, so he didn't take my words for it, "Are you done?" He asked, tucking his hands in his pockets.

What the heck is wrong with him?

I walked out of the room, slamming the door hard behind me. I didn't know where I was going to be in this luxurious-looking house, but I just wanted to be far away from him. 

I heard the door closing behind me, and I knew he was following me. I swear I'm going to kill this man if he touches me or tries to stop me from leaving.

I saw some young girls dressed in an outfit that looks a lot like a servant costume; does he also keep them here?

They were discussing as I approached them. I forced a smile, trying to be polite.

"Hey, can you show me the way out?" I asked, and they scanned me from my head to my toes before pointing to the third staircase. They probably think I'm a hooker, and I spent the night with their boss.

"She spent the night? That's new," I heard them whispering.

Yep, definitely saw me as a hooker.

"Kelly, wait," he called from behind me, and I paused on the stairs, turning to face him.

"Don't you ever say my name in your life! Do you understand? I don't know you, and you don't know me, fucking g pervert." I spat in anger, then I continued climbing down the spiral staircase.

My legs were starting to ache in my heels, but I didn't care; I only stopped when I finally finished climbing down the stairs.

I stopped because of the scene in front of me; they were scary-looking men in black suits smoking and playing poker.

They paused when they noticed me, and one of them whistled like a punk. I gulped and headed for the door.

"Wait, you forgot your earrings." The asshole I spent the night with yelled after me, and I had the urge to throw my heels at him. The other men started laughing as I faced him with an angry expression.

"You can keep it as a souvenir so you can jerk off too, you sick fuck." I flipped him my middle finger before leaving the house.