Snuggling closer to the pillow, Onna exhaled a blissful, relishing in the comfortable bed. Unlike the hard creaky bed, she had back in her apartment. If only every day were like this... In another world, she was financially stable and had the dream bedroom. And she had a mother who wasn't an alcoholic mess with a loving father that would never run out of his family.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her reverie. Cocking her head, she wondered if it was Alexander?
No, this was his room. Meaning that was probably someone he knew.
The knocking continued. Pursuing her lips, she decided to ignore it, not wanting to complicate things by introducing herself or humiliating herself as a bed warmer for some stranger she met at a party she wasn't really invited to.
Pushing the covers off her, she quietly padded into the shower room, hoping whoever was outside would hear the running water and leave. She needed a shower anyway. Especially after the night she had.
Her cheeks flushed at the memory. She had never acted so recklessly, and have always been wary of men but something about Alexander pulled her in. He was someone she wouldn't ever go for. Then again, she had only been with one guy, and he turned out to be a cheating crap bag, just like her father.
Alexander was nothing like Mark though. Alexander wasn't a boy, but a man. A man that exudes power and so much dominance. She recalled the way his grey eyes hardened as she trembled underneath him. The way his rough hands flipped her over and tugged on her hair. And how he wrapped his arms around her as he carried her by the window...
He was magnificent.
But he was just a temporary bliss.
Brushing her hair out, she glanced at the mirror. She wondered if Alexander noticed that her blonde hair wasn't real. It was her hair, but she had slightly dyed it with temporary hairspray to avoid looking out of place.
And the color will fade with a rinse. Just like his memory of her after today.
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God. Even the water pressure and temperature were amazing. The thought of returning to her little apartment after today just reminded her how much she didn't belong in this world. Because at the end of the day, she was that girl with a barely functional mother and a nonexistent father.
She was that girl that lived in trailers up till high school, thanking the lords for the scholarship that helped her out of her little hell.
Onna smiled gleefully when she found a clean black shirt, most likely Alexander's. She definitely didn't want to wear her dress from last night, and Alexander's shirt seemed large enough to cover the rest of her body. It ended right about her knees, making it look like a shirt dress. Tugging on her shorts from last night and another flannel she found, she looked in the mirror.
Well. This will do.
It wasn't like she'd return to this hotel ever again anyway.
For a moment, she wondered if she should leave a note. Technically, she was under no obligation to do so, but she was also borrowing his clothes. She had no intentions to see him again. So would this be stealing?
But would write a note about it makes it less criminal-ish?
She glanced in the mirror again. It was just a casual top and an old looking flannel. She doubted it would cost his wallet that much. Especially not when he stays in a presidential suite like this one.
Eh. It'll be fine.
With that in mind, she walked out the door, believing she'll never see the man again.
Little did she know, that she didn't just steal his clothes...