Betrayed By My Boyfriend, Claimed By Destiny

Charlotte’s face beamed with a smile, her eyes were still shut and her head was spinning, but nevertheless, she felt this excitement bubbling inside of her, this renewed spirit and love. There was something different this morning, something had changed. Maybe it was the cool breeze coming in from the window, or the winter cold, maybe the festive spirit in the air.

But if it wasn’t any of that, then it would most definitely be the awesome and lovely cologne that she could smell in her sleep. Wait, Cologne? That makes no sense!! She didn’t remember using one, where was she? How did she get here?

Charlotte shot her eyes open immediately and heaved in relief when she recognized the ceiling. She was back in her hotel room, even though she had no idea how she got here. She tried to remember what happened but her head hurt.

She blew off hot air and then turned to lay on her side, but the moment she turned to the left side on the bed, a loud scream left her mouth. There was a man on her bed, lying so close to her and she looked straight into his sleeping face.

“Arhhh!!” her scream was returned by the handsome fellow on her bed as he jumped up, awoken by her scream.

“You!!” she yelled.

“You?” he yelled back in confusion.

She raised the blanket immediately and peeped under to see if everything was intact, and then she screamed again. “Arghhhh!! What happened to my clothes? How are you here? Did we…?”

“No, we didn’t!!” he replied immediately in a hurry. “This is a misunderstanding, we didn’t do anything!!” he protested in his defense.

Charlotte put her head under the blanket a second time just for confirmation, she rubbed her thighs together in order to feel the friction in the middle. If they had done anything the previous night, she would feel it, except he was a two minute man.

After confirming that nothing had happened, she looked up to him again with a confusing and questioning glare. So if we didn’t do it, then what happened? Tell me the truth, how did we get here, why am I in a nightgown? I know I would never wear this, it isn’t even mine!!” she queried and pointed a finger at him.

“Really? Then why do you have it? And what do you sleep in?” Williams asked as wore a less anxious face.

“I prefer sleeping naked, and Olivia must have sneaked it into my bag because she doesn’t approve of sleeping naked, but that isn’t the bone of contention, so why don’t you explain why I wake up on a bed next to you and I can't remember anything,” she requested.

“Because you were a mess last night,” he began and spread his arms. “You had a lot to drink and like I said, you were pretty messed up.”

“I was?” she asked.

“Yeah, you don’t remember? You were tipsy and were going to sleep in the bar if I hadn’t brought you home. I asked you for your address and when you weren’t responsive, I opened your phone and found out what I needed. So I got a cab and brought you back. I figured you wouldn’t be comfortable in that gown, so I got you changed into a nightie. I was going to leave, but you asked me not to.” He explained.

“I did?” she asked with a crinkled nose.

“Yeah, so I decided to sit down till you fell asleep, then I would leave. I don’t know what happened, I guess I fell asleep. Does that make any sense to you?” he asked, with a funny look in his eyes. Well, he was just hoping that she accepted his story without further questions because it sounded weird even for him.

“No, it doesn’t!! I mean, wait… let me get this straight… you bring a drunk woman to her hotel room, you get her undressed…”

“Oh, that part was actually all you,” he interrupted and raised his arm in the air.

“Okay, so then you got me dressed in this night gown which I hate by the way, and then you sleep next to me all night, but you didn’t touch me? That is… um… What is the word? Should I say unlikely?”

Williams sighed and shook his head. “Look, I don’t know what type of me you have in your life, but we are not all assholes, okay?” he argued.

“Yeah, I have heard that one too." Charlotte said and burst into laughter. She lays her head against the head-foam of the mattress while Williams stares at her in confusion.

“What is so funny?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Everything!! Anyway, thanks for last night, I must have had a lot to drink, I don’t even remember what happened after our little talk. What did we talk about again?” she asked curiously.

Williams smiled and shook his head. “You don’t remember what we talked about? But do you remember when we had that beautiful kiss?” he asked with a smirk.

Charlotte froze immediately, her face turned red and her cheeks flushed. She felt her throat go dry and itchy and that awkward feeling gripped her entire being.

“Oh chill, I am just kidding!!” he said and burst into laughter. She sighed in relief and collapsed on the bed.

“Okay, you got me there. Phew, got my mind skipping beats, it was very embarrassing!” She confessed and heaved.

“Don’t worry, okay, as much as I wanted to, I would never do it without your permission, my lady.” He said.

Once again her face flushed red and she gulped. So he actually wished to kiss her? She panicked and then blushed, trying hard to cover it with a smile.

“Thanks again for last night, if you will excuse me, I really need to shower. I can't believe I slept with all that sweat from last night,” she said softly, while trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“Oh, would you have preferred I took you to the shower?” he asked.

“What? No!!!” she screamed and looked away in laughter.