Fated Or Accident novel Chapter 1

I woke up, blinking away the pain from the bright sunshine streaming through the window. I attempted to sit up but was unable to thanks to the worst migraine of my life.

"What did I do last night?" I thought to myself as I looked around the room.

"Where the hell am I? Who's hotel room is this?" I continued to ask myself. And then it hit me, like a freight train running over my brain, the throbbing headache picked up as I remembered last night.

Party..Drinks..Hot Guy...Flirting..Club hopping...more drinks..Wedding Chapel...

"Wait..Wedding!?" I asked aloud to myself. I looked down to my left hand and there it was. A beautiful princess cut diamond with emerald diamonds surrounding it and making it pop out more. I stared at it for a little longer not fully comprehending what this meant.

Then I heard it. A soft moan. If I wasn't on guard then I wouldn't have heard it. I looked to the left of me and saw a very attractive man sleeping soundly with his arm wrapped protectively around my waist.

"Why hadn't I noticed him before." I asked myself. He had scruffy black hair that was cut short on his head and a very nice build from what I could see so far.

I moved my body just a little bit so that I could inch myself out of this attractive strangers grip. I started moving and I felt my control over my body almost diminish when the stranger moaned and pulled me closer. I felt skin on skin contact so I pulled up the bed cover.

"No clothes!?" I said out loud. And then I lost it. I don't know whether it was the fact that I couldn't understand what really happened last night or the fact that I'm probably married to a serial killer. Either way I wanted someone to rescue me. I let out a blood curdling scream hoping that someone, somewhere would wake me up from this amazingly horrible dream.

I started screaming and I jumped out of the bed with the blanket wrapped around my waist. I ran to a corner of the room with a chair and hide behind it, peeking up only to see if the man was going to move.

What if he's a serial killer? I asked myself. How the hell am I going to get out of this one. Especially since we're married. Ugh I hate my life.

The man moved and I let out a loud screech while i cowered behind the chair. I heard a groan and I peeked around to see him sit up on the side of the bed while rubbing his eyes. I took that moment to observe my "husband", and I inwardly praised myself for getting such a good looking man. He had dark brown hair, that almost looked black, and a mocha caramel skin with tattoos that made me wanna drool. His body was well taken care of and I fought with my body not to go over there and touch his well sculpted abs.

He gave me a sideways glance and gripped my wrist tighter as he pulled me down the hotel hallway. He punched the elevator button and stood there with the biggest scowl on his face. He didn't look at me as I continued to try to pull my wrist out of his grip.

The elevator dinged and he pulled me onto the elevator. I realized after he punched the lobby button that we were on the presidential suite, floor 22. He must have some serious money.

He let go of my wrist and I glued myself to a corner of the elevator, as far away as I could get from him. I rubbed my wrist, trying to get the blood flowing again. My blood was boiling and I wanted to kill this man.

The elevator stopped at the 2th floor and a man, a woman, and a young girl got on the elevator. The adults, whom I assumed were her parents looked at me and frowned, probably thinking I was taking the walk of shame after a long night of partying, they weren't absolutely wrong. I ignored their judging looks and looked everywhere else so I could calm myself down before I popped off on some random people. I then decided to watch the floor numbers go down and try to plot my escape.

I felt something tugging my dress and I looked down. The little girl was staring up at me with a huge grin, big brown eyes and her beautiful auburn curls falling behind her. I felt my anger diminish and I smiled back at her. She signaled for me to come closer and I bent down.