His Uncle's Possession

“Making love with strangers is how you get hurt.”

Amanda’s P.O.V.

I came to consciousness with the feeling of a warm hand covering my stomach, and the breath of someone on my neck.

I feel ticklish in there.

I looked around to see the wooden table by the side of the bed. I saw my phone and purse abandoned there as well.

The room seemed like one of the most luxurious rooms ever. Surrounded by expensive furniture, and a king-sized bed for two. No ordinary man will stay here.

A room? When did I come to a room? Steve didn’t book this room for us, did he? This looks different.

My heart is faster than ever thinking about how I ended up in a room. I touched the other hand which held onto me, as I was facing sideways. I picked it up and pushed it off of my body, and sat on the bed.

I faced sideways to see a man lying beside me. He was facing me as well.

And it was not Steve. He had honey-blond hair, along with big eyelashes., a beard all trimmed, high cheekbones along with his sharp nose, making him look like some model. His prominent feature is the mole under his lips.

If this is not Steve, then…..

Did I sleep in with a stranger? How?

A sharp pain followed in my head when I tried to recall everything. I held onto my head and started rubbing my forehead.

I was…..drinking in the bar, right? And then…a man joined in…we drank and talked……what happened after the last drink?

My memory is blurry and hazy. Why’s that?

Suddenly, my eyes roll down my body, all naked the only clothing I had to cover my body was the white bedsheet, covering both of us.

I grabbed the bedsheets and used them to cover myself as I jumped off the bed.

Sweats rolled down my forehead even though the room was enough cool from the air conditioner working all night.

Clothes were scattered here and there throughout the place in a mess. Her velvet red dress was lying in the corner of the room along with her underwear also.

I had s*x with him.

My eyes darted towards where he was lying, red bloodstains on the bedsheets.

Why did I give in to the temptation?

Just because he cheated on me, how could I do that as well?

Then I am the same as him, aren’t I?

My head stopped functioning totally.

I could think nothing. Nothing came to my mind.

The words of my step-mom rang in my ears: “If you ever try to break off the marriage with Steve, then I’ll make sure that your father won’t see your face in life ever again. I can’t let you divorce him no matter what, cause he helps in our business. I hope you remember that. This marriage is for the sake of the two family’s business.”

So she knew better than anyone what kind of a jerk he is, and still married me off to him? How could you do this?

The man groaned in his sleep, making me look in his direction.

The scene from last night flashed into my mind. The man who offered me to drink with him….he’s the same guy.

He took advantage of my weak state and made me do this?

If dad hears about it, I won’t be able to face him. Steve doesn’t know about this.

There are only two people present in this room, He, and me. Unless he or I, tells about this to anyone, no one shall know what happened between us. No one shall know.

The secret will be kept in this room forever.

I’ll keep a note behind so he won’t search for me either. I should leave before he wakes up.

I hurried up and puts on my previously worn clothes and picked up my purse and phone hastily.

I found a notepad on the glass table, sat down jotting down things in a hurry, and left the room, after giving a final glance at the figure asleep.

Forget about that night, and forget about me as well. We shall never meet again.

I closed the door behind me and went to check out the room where I saw Steve last night. Even though I escaped from the scene, the tension stayed within me still.

I found the room to see it locked.

I went to the check-out counter to hear that he checked out in the morning and left.

He left me behind.

Feeling hopeless, I sat on a bench by the side of the streets and watched people walk by.

I need to go back and give him an excuse for why I didn’t come to his room last night and force him to spill out the truth behind why he did that as well.

If I blamed him, maybe….I’ll feel less guilty than what I am already feeling.

But, where’s this perfect excuse which he’ll buy easily?

I looked up at the clear sky, looking for an answer. But nothing came to me as none of them are likable enough.

My phone started ringing suddenly.

I glanced down to see a call from my best friend Bella.

Why’s she calling me all of a sudden.

I got up and started walking away after picking up the phone.

“Hello?”.

“How are you girl?”.

“Not good.”

“Why? What happened?”.

She had a car accident last night. She’s admitted to the hospital near this place and wants me to come and see her as her parents are not nearby.

Isn’t this the perfect excuse ever?

“I’m coming over right away. Wait for me.” I said hanging up the call.

I called a taxi and hopped on it.

“Take me to the central Hospital.”

Thanks for this Bella, I owe you a lot. I hope you are prepared to face me as well, Steve.