Chapter 1:
Amelia POV
The Morning After
The morning was here, and the sun entered the half-drawn curtains, sending a reflection into the dishevelled hotel room. My eyes blinked open, my head pounding with the echoes of a night that seemed both distant and quick.
I winced at the soft rustle of sheets and turned my head to find Xavier Bennett beside me. The bedsheets were tangled.
A rush of memories flooded back, parts of passion intermingled, and I became confused about everything.
As I tried to think about what had happened here last night, I checked my body and I became aware that I was naked, I grabbed the sheets, which provided me the tiniest cover.
Panic rushed through me as I pulled them up fast, my mind beating as I tried to understand what had happened yesterday night, and how I and Xavier Xavier having sex.
Yesterday night, the event took place at the Grand Hotel, where Xavier's welcome party took place. I remember how people's laughter and the sound of their clinking glasses filled the air.
I was in the lively welcome party, I wasn't dancing or anything, I was just here because Dad wanted me to be, people were having excess joy, while I watched them
I saw Aurora from afar, holding a glass of wine, she reached to where I stood and gave me a devilish smile as she handed me the glass of wine
“Amelia, take this glass of wine to Xavier; he is having a rest in room 86”.
She let out a grin, I was confused, there are many maids and servants here why was she sending me to go to Xavier's room to give him the drink? I thought staring at her as she smiled devil.
I walked through the lively crowd, I made my way through the hotel room where Xavier was inside. The door opens to review Xavi who is already drunk, his eyes are lit up just by seeing me holding another glass of wine in my hand immediately he accepts the drink without wasting time. He nodded as he emptied the glass within a blink of an eye.
As Xavier was satisfied with the crimson liquid, I couldn't help but notice the effects of alcohol already noticeable in his slurred speech and unsteady movements.
“You…, why are you here?“ He asked. He was already drunk, I was concerned by his drunken state as attempted to excuse myself by growing out of the hotel room in case anything that might happen because I was already tipsy as well.
“I'll take my leave now," I said, wanting to exit the room.
However, Xavier surprised me by firmly gripping my hands.
"Not yet," Xavier said, the alcohol dulling his inhibition. Xavier's gaze held a mix of desire and vulnerability, and I sensed that he was no longer fully in control of himself. In that charged moment, he leaned in, capturing my lips unexpectedly in a heated kiss that fought the boundaries of our professional relationship.
Soft moans filled the rooms, accompanied by the faint sounds of skin slapping against skin, Xavier's lips on my neck as I let out a soft groan and arched my back up further into his embrace.
Xavier incincreasess pace, fucking me hard, as I moan even more loudly.. .use my fingers squeezing his hair tighter as he entered me again in a quick but hard thrust, not giving me time to adjust to his pace, only giving me the pleasure of feeling him inside of me. I am certain that he could feel my nails digging into his back as he continued his slow movement.
My eyes rolled back as he pulled out slowly and pushed back in deep once more, driving home his presence with every thrust.
I was gasping for breath, my whole body shaking from the release, my nails digging deeper into Xavier’s skin. I moaned as he finally came inside me with another hard thrust and began to pull away from me as he collapsed on the bed.
Now that the morning has come, I remembered everything that happened last night, but I and Xavier were drunk. Is that enough reason to have sexual intercourse with him? Or is there more to this story?
I sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around me. A wave of realization hit me – what had occurred between me and Xavier? Was it caused only by alcohol, or were there other forces at play?
The disturbing thought into in head– had Aurora spiked Xavier's drink, and if so, for what mysterious reason?
I was so confused, as I lay on the bed, different thoughts playing in my head.
I slowly realized that I was still lying naked next to Xavier, who was still peacefully sleeping.
I was still battling with the thoughts of having sex with Xavier, and I decided that it was time to leave the hotel room quietly hoping to erase this memory forever. I decided that once leI this hotel room, would make sure nobody knew about what happened there.
Carefully, I stood up from the bed quietly trying not to wake up Xavier who was still sleeping peacefully planned on leaving the hotel room discreetly leaving no trace of my presence.
However tiptoed across the room, I didn't know that fate had other plans for me, a vase which I did not notice in the hotel room betrayed me as I accidentally bumped into it, and its scratch on the floor with a shattered sound sending it crashing to the floor with a shattering sound.
The noise startled Xavier awake, and both of us locked eyes with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Xavier, still groggy from sleep, couldn't immediately comprehend the situation.
"What the fuck happened here?" he yelled, taking in the scene of nakedness and broken glass.
I was caught off guard, my heart racing as I tried to find the right words. The embarrassment of the situation devastated me, and I found myself speechless. I stared at the now-awake and angry Xavier, who was struggling to make sense of the confusion around him.
“I asked you a fucking question. Don't make me repeat myself. What the hell happened last night?” Xavier demanded, his tone filled with frustration.
I took a deep breath, unsure of how to explain the unexplainable.
“You were drunk last night, and you... you took advantage of me,” I finally said, my voice trembling.
The reaction I received from Xavier was not what I expected. His eyes bore into mine with disbelief and anger. He vehemently denied my claim,
“I would never stoop so low to have intercourse with you, because you are not my type. He said.
The room was charged with tension, and I felt a mix of emotions, embarrassment, regret, and a growing sense of sadness. I had expected our night together to remain a secret, but now the truth was out in the open, and it seemed Xavier was not willing to accept it.
Xavier continued to express his disbelief,
“you are a pretender who knows exactly what you are doing” he accuses me.