The Billionaire Alpha's Secret Baby novel Chapter 3

SEVEN YEARS AGO (Continuation)

I woke up at sunrise to feel my bed for the beautiful stranger I had slept with, but all I could feel was only bed. The stranger had disappeared.

I batted my eyelids open as morning light washed into my room. I sat up and forced my mind to be alert, half puzzled, half astonished. Has the stranger gone to use the restroom? I wanted to call his name.

But it's funny. I didn't even know his bloody name.

Someone had given me the best ride I'd had in a while in the middle of last night. And I didn't know his name!

I decided to stand from my bed to go search the restroom. "Hello," I said and knocked on the restroom's door.

No answer.

I opened the door for confirmation. It was possible he was taking a shit and would be too embarrassed to answer me in the middle of it. But the restroom was empty of the dude. My towel on a stand was as neatly folded as I had left it.

I shut the restroom's door and headed back for my bed, making sure to check the bedside table for a clue, a note, a pointer, a phone number, anything to assure me the wolf hadn't just upped and left, that he was coming back here.

But I found no note.

Then it hit me.

I had been used.

The fcking boy had used me. I wasn't usually a deep sleeper. But I slept like a baby. When did he wake up? How did he do it? We were under the same quilt last night. There's no way he'd have slipped out of the quilt without me stirring. But even if that hadn't been enough to wake me, at least his belt should have done it. Men generally are clumsy when wearing their belts. The clack of metal against metal should have woken me up. The sound of him turning the keys into the keyhole should have woken me up. But instead I slept like a....

A drugged bitch.

I didn't remember being drugged, though. I hadn't abandoned my drink in the bar to use the toilet or something. I was with him all the while until the sex. It must be the sex. Google says sex itself is an aphrodisiac. A great sleeping pill.

I lifted the duvet and a red stain caught my eye. It dawned on me without warning.

I had lost my virginity to a one night stander.

And it was my fault I didn't get his name last night. I had refused to exchange names thinking I was going to see him when I woke up. Then again, who's to say he wouldn't have given me a wrong name?

The once illuminating sunlight suddenly went dim, and my room felt as though it was closing in on me, like it was too small to contain me.

I was about to cry when my phone buzzed. The urge to cry temporarily faded as I thought to myself: perhaps he took my number after all and was sending me a message to let me know he was back home safe, and we could grab lunch someday soon and maybe kick off from where we stopped last night.'

............

NK: "Hey friendship, how are you? Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

"How did everything go? Did you really get some with the white shirt Mr. Chardonnay guy? You guys seemed so smitten by each other, I won't be surprised if you turn out to be mates."

"Text or call me back or I'm coming over to your room!"

NK was sweet but always authoritative as usual. Jody and NK are both my best friends and they didn't mean to be insensitive, (As they didn't even know their friend was dumped by the so-called Mr. Chardonnay) however, I felt as though they were being nosy and pushing me to the wall at that moment.

I was definitely going to tell them but that was going to be later. Surely not so soon. The whole thing still felt raw and biting.

I still wanted to die.

I turned off my phone and went back to bed, not bothering to wash up or fix breakfast or do anything that needed physical strength. I slept till mid-noon, still harboring some teeny weeny bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, he was going to show up.

I had written my final exams last week and stayed back to celebrate with friends. Yesterday was the deadline my parents gave me to return home. I couldn't stay back here any longer, and I felt like if I leave today, I was going to lose my chance of ever meeting him again.