Chapter 14 Wild night with a stranger
VICTORIA
A low ticking sound echoing in my head forced my eyes to open. I stared at the white ceiling above, feeling sore and wasted. My head was hurting so much, and I felt an unusual feeling and wetness between my legs.
Where was I?
As if to answer my question, flashes of the incidents that occurred yesterday filled my mind.
From the bartender’s sly grin, the loud music that seems to be fading note by note, and the cologne, that strong, unforgettable cologne and voice, to the kiss.
I shuddered at the last scene and touched my lips. They were still swollen, and the trails of his touches and kisses still lingered on my body.
The wild night I had had haunted my head, and I groaned loudly in embarrassment.
“Shit! What the fuck did I do?" I groaned and hit the bed several times.
My shaking hand slowly reached down to touch my sore cunt, and I felt my breath hitch as my hand rubbed on cum sprayed on my thighs.
“Shit!" I cursed and jerked up, throwing the blanket off my body. I felt my belly knot as I stared at the cum on my thighs and my bed.
“What the hell have I done?" I whispered again. Getting into bed with a stranger was something I'd never done in my life. This was embarrassing.
I looked across the bed and found the space empty. He was gone.
I cursed again and slid out of bed, then limped into the bathroom.
My thighs and vagina were hurting like crazy, but I still felt a tingling sensation down there.
I walked into the bathroom and dipped myself into the bathtub, hoping to wash off the feeling of his touch that was still clinging to my skin. But the longer I stayed in the bubble tub, the stronger the touches haunted me. I sighed after staying in there for about an hour and got out, then dried my body with the towel provided by the hotel before striding into the room. My dress was already cleaned and carefully laid out on one of the couches in the room. I huffed again and dressed up, cursing loudly at the revealing dress.
It was okay to wear this to a club, but home this morning? This was crazy.
I picked up my purse to leave, but stopped when my eyes caught a note on the table.
I bent down and picked it up, scanning through the words on the card.
“Hey, pretty, take the sweater and card inside the drawer, the pin is 6688. I'm watching and will come back for you—Skylar.”
I scoffed and threw the card away, filled with irritation.
"I don't need your fucking help, bastard!” I kicked my hands in the air and marched towards the door, but paused when my phone rang.
My throat knotted when I checked the caller ID, and it turned out to be Michael.
I hesitantly accepted the call and placed the phone to my ear.
“Yes?"
“Where the fuck are you?" He snapped.
My heart slipped a beat at his question, and I gripped my dress.
“I…I…”
"I'll tell father that you're okay,” he cut me off, and the line went dead.
My brows furrowed at his last words.
I checked my call history, and panic set in when I realized that my brothers and father had called me multiple times.
Things got more horrifying when I glanced at the time and realized that it was almost 11 in the morning.
“No!" I gasped and threw the door, then rushed out, my heels in my hand.
As I rushed down the corridor, people turned to stare at me.
A warning rang in my head, and I froze, then scanned my body. My face flushed, and embarrassment engulfed me at my appearance.
I dropped my head and walked back into the room, then searched for my shade and put it on along with my stiletto.
I pulled my purse open, and dismay hit me when I saw that the purse was empty with only my phone in it.
The bartender's words from last night echoed in my head, and I slumped down into the couch in devastation. That bastard had taken every cash I had on me last night.
I cursed loudly and ruffled my messy hair, wondering how I was going to get out of that tight spot and meet my father to explain.
While I sat there, lost in thought, my eyes darted to the drawer and an idea snuck in.
My shoulders dropped at the thought, but I had no other choice at the moment.
I stood up and walked over to the drawer, then pulled it open and took out the black sweater and card.
I pulled the sweater on, threw the card into my purse, then arranged my hair before leaving the room.
I withdrew some cash with the card and took a cab to my father's house.
The moment the cab parked in front of the gate, I jumped out and paid the driver, then rushed to the gate. I pressed the bell while rubbing my cold hands together and hoping my father was still at home. I tried to imagine how worried my father had been, but I only ended up shuddering in regret.
The security pulled the gate open, ushering me into the house. I took the path that led directly to the front door and rang the doorbell. A maid answered the door, and I walked into the large, empty living room.
“Is my father in his study room?” I asked the maid, and she shook her head, the smile never leaving her face.
"He has gone to work,” she said, and my shoulders slumped down.
My fist clenched in anger, and I silently cursed at myself.
I brushed my hair back and sighed loudly.
“Would you love to have tea?" The maid asked, and I turned to face her.
I forced a smile on my face and shook my head.
“No."
She nodded and walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room.
I sat down on the couch and dialed my father's number, but he didn't answer the call. I sighed and got up to leave, but stopped.
Who knows what my father wanted to tell me for him to be worried about my absence this morning?
It seemed best to sit still and wait for him to arrive instead of leaving that way.
The door opened, and I spun around.
“Hello, Miss Victoria," my father's manager, Andrew, flashed a smile at me as he walked in.
Relief washed over me, and I beamed.
“Good morning, Mr Andrew," I greeted.
“Have you been waiting for a long time?" He asked as he ran his eyes over my body.
I tugged on the sweater and shook my head.
“No."
“Your father had an emergency meeting at one of the companies. He'll be back soon," he muttered, and I nodded.
“You can have something to eat while you wait for him," he waved towards the kitchen.
"I will have breakfast when he arrives,” I replied, and he shrugged.
"As you wish,” he said, and took a step back, his eyes still fixed on my face.
"I'll have to take my leave now, Miss Victoria," he said.
“Goodbye."
He turned around and walked to the door, but paused and craned his neck back, his lips tilted to the side.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. You look more beautiful now,” he said, and my throat knotted. My lips parted and slammed shut in confusion.
“Thank you," I mumbled.
He chuckled and walked out.
I released a breath I didn't know I was holding and picked up the remote control.
The TV turned on, and the news began to play. My jaw dropped when my former boss, Mr. Thompson, came up on the screen. But what horrified me the most was the caption of the news.
“Investigation of the country's biggest fear: the unknown serial killer."