Chapter 1 One Night Stand

• SELAH'S POV.
• I turn slightly away from the direction wherever the sun rays are coming from to a cooler shade, my eyes are tightly shut, I cover myself more with the sheets, hoping to get more sleep but the soft snores I'm hearing stop me from falling deeper into sleep.
• Christ. Is it already morning? I groan slightly, flinging my arms out of the sheet, I stretch my body but it feels so sore, and heavy.
• Heck. Did I dance too much last night?
• Wait...last night?
• What the hell happened?
• As if my brain is just booting, I jerk my body forcefully from the bed and sit straight, the covering on me falls out slowly, making me aware of the state of myself.
• I'm naked? Did Joshua and I decide to exchange vows last night?
• I turn sharply to check the person sleeping beside me, surprisingly, the man is nothing like Joshua, his tussled hair is all over his face and he's a lot more muscular than him.
• Besides, Joshua is losing out most of his hair already, he's nowhere as hairy as him.
• A gasp slowly purrs out of my mouth, hoping whatever happened last night is just a figment of my imagination. Hurriedly, I pull down the clothes down my body just to see my messed up laps, smeared with blood and semen.
• What just happened to me? How did I get on this bed? All I could remember was dancing with John and some couple of friends in the hotel lounge. And everything that happened after is unknown to me.
• "Oh my God!" I screamed out so loud that it made the man beside me spring out of the bed in fear.
• How did this happen? What the hell am I doing in someone's bed?
• He pulls back his hair repeatedly and finally faces me.
• "Fuck. You're too loud."He groans and collapses on the bed again.
• My head can barely process anything, my mouth feels so heavy to say anything, it's as if I'm in a trance because none of this makes any sense.
• "What did you do to me? How did I end up in your bed? Who are..."
• "Damn,woman. Just ask me one question at a time."He grumbles and shoves his hand under his head, smirking.
• I almost scoff aloud, because it's like a dream, a very absurd one.
• "What did you do to me?"I ask again, tears fill my eyes to the brim.
• I try pushing every thought of Joshua asides, hoping that none of this is true.
• "Ask yourself what you did to me. Then, maybe we can have a conversation." He scoffs and gets up from the bed, he's barely wearing anything, just a flimsy brief which barely covers his groin area.
• "You look like you're about to jump on me again, Princess."His chuckles came out like a deep rumble.
• I pressed my lips together, my inability to find my tongue or pull some words together stretches more. All I could do is watch him put on his clothes, as if he didn't just ruin my life.
• "How did we end up here? How..."
• "Stop asking me the 'how' questions. You should...."
• "Then give me the answer that I want."I yell in frustration, my whole body shakes in trepidation.
• "The answer that you want? You want me to say how you were sleeping peacefully on the bed and I came straight at you to fuck you? Oh, too bad princess, because that wasn't what went down last night."He snaps at me, his expression laced with anger, obviously tired of this discussion.
• "You didn't know what you just did to me. I can't remember anything."I laugh but it borders on a sob.
• "Then sit your ass down and try remembering everything that happened last night. Because, I won't be here to give you that explanation."He shrugs nonchalantly and arranges his hair which covers most of his facial features. That damn hair of his.
• "You messed me up, you ruined my life."I sobs, talking to no one in particular because he's surely not ready to hear me talk about how this is the biggest mess up of my life.
• What am I going to tell Joshua? That I slept with a strange man whom I knew nothing about? Or how I left him last night just to get laid?
• "Mess? You want me to prepare a bath for you? If that will make you feel anything better." His voice exudes nothing but sarcasm, which aggravates me more. God. He doesn't get the hang of this.
• "My wedding is supposed to be held this morning you rapist!" I roar in anger, throwing everything around me in his direction. He didn't rebuff or try to swerve. Instead, he just stared at me, gobsmacked and shocked.
• "What the hell did you just say now? Your fucking wedding?"He questions, angling towards me with a confused expression on his face.
• My body sinks to the bed more and sob aloud, not sparing him a glance.
• I felt his eyes pinned on me while I cried.
• "You lost your tongue now? You were running it smoothly earlier."I look up at him. He stares at me keenly, his hands crossed, eyes narrowed.
• "This isn't my fault. And don't curse me for that." His voice which I assumed will come out soft is nothing but pure ice that did nothing but seeps into my skin, making me more aware of my situation.
• That this is going to do nothing but ruin everything I carefully planned for myself.
• My innocence is gone and John is probably rummaging through every room of the hotel just to look for me.
• "Then, whose fault is this? My fault? I came up here just to beg you to sleep with me?"
• He straightened, his eyes billowed more on me, he said some words in a strange language which sounds like nothing but curses.
• "Oh, well. Have a nice wedding."He scoffs and grabs the coat lying on the chair.
• Did he just ignore my question and wish me a happy married life knowing that I won't have one?
• He started walking towards the door and twisted the knob but someone beat him to it.
• The door flaps open, revealing a man burning with fury, which is no other person than Joshua.
• My eyes widen in shock, my heart plunges into my stomach.
• Oh,God! This is definitely not happening. Josh didn't just see me on the bed naked, unaccounted for, but another man getting out of my bed on the morning of our wedding day.
• The guy I slept with stares back at me, then, back at Joshua.
• His shoulders went lax immediately, he tilted his head to the sides, as if he just realized who Joshua might be, his lips curl up slowly and he mumbles;
• "Fuck."