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SEVENTEEN
Morning After
The next morning, Iwoke up to a bright early light, and it hurt my eyes. My head ached, and I wished it would go away. I blinked my eyes and waited for my blurry vision to clear. For my mind to defog and I could think straight once again. But then it hit me.
Oh, my god...
I had hot, sweaty sex with my fiancé’s father.
“Oh, no...” I groaned as I rolled over and expected to blush at him with embarrassment.
But I found no one beside me.
My head shot up off the pillow, but pain radiated in my brain. “Ouch...”
I squinted my eyes and tried to look around the room. The side of the bed Daxon slept on. The sheets were wrinkled from his body and I touched his side of the bed. It was stone cold. Daxon had left long ago, and I looked at the bedside table clock.
It was lunchtime.
“Oh, shit...” I mumbled to myself as I got up and scurried to find my dress.
I found it on the floor and picked it up. My feet fell inside of it and I pulled it up over top of my lingerie. My now very dirty lingerie, thanks to the passionate sex I had last night with Dylan’s father.
I cursed myself to hell as I zipped up the back of my dress and my eyes fell on a notepad on the bedside table. They narrowed with curiosity as I went closer and noticed a message written on the white notepad with black ink. It was a note from Daxon.
‘I’ve headed back to the city. Stay for as long as you want, princess.’
The message was brief and to the point. He left and probably wanted to forget last night ever happened. But my body hummed with remembrance of him.
The way his body felt up against mine. The sound of his low groans from deep inside. His kisses I could get lost in. His touch took my breath away.
Drunk and all, it was the best night of my life. The best sex. And it was hard to forget that.
But I had to.
I had to move on and I knew he would, too. He gave into temptation and had sex with his son’s fiancé. It was something unforgivable. But it had to stay a secret.
It would be our dirty secret.
“I have to get out of here.” I mumbled to myself with regret.
I stuffed the petty cash I had left in my bra and grabbed my key card from the table. I looked in the mirror at my sex crazed hair and ran my fingers through it. The waves of black hair were messy, but I couldn't tame them. They just bounced back in place and looked as wild as ever. I needed a shower to fix this mess and a cold one to tame my still aroused body.
I hated to admit it, but if Daxon was still here, I’d tease him for round two. Morning sex would be bliss and I knew it would be even better with him. After last night, his touch still lingered on me and I couldn’t get enough.
But it wasn’t an option.
Sex with Daxon Stark was a one-time deal. It was never supposed to happen and it never should’ve. It would never happen again.
Even though I caught Dylan in bed with another man, last night was an even bigger mistake. I got way too drunk, got caught up in the moment, and made the biggest mistake of my life. But my fiancé could never find out.
I was marrying Dylan and had to keep our secrets. Dylan obviously needed to keep a certain image for public appearance and I didn’t need to blow my life to hell. He needed a perfect life with the perfect wife, and that was his plan all along.
Dylan gave off so many red flags, but I refused to see them until it was too late. Now, I was knee deep in this and I saw no straightforward way out. Not without hurting Dylan, his father, and the future of their company.
