Next morning...
Naya's eyes fluttered open. A few rays of sunlight were seeping through her curtains, birds chirping in the trees near her window, the perfect moment for her to get back to sleep.
That seemed like an excellent idea if she didn't have to change her contact lenses. They were already blurry.
Yes! She does use medical lenses.
She groaned in frustration and sat upright, threw her blanket off in one swift motion, and nearly fainted from shock at what she was seeing.
She was naked!
Memories of what she and Don did the previous night rushed back into her head. She turned hesitantly, hoping it was all a bad dream and he wasn't in her bed, but she was wrong.
He was sleeping peacefully, one hand underneath his pillow, causing his muscles to flex, and his chest peeking out from the seam of the blanket.
"F*ck, Naya! What have you done? Cos'hai fatto [What have you done]?"
If she would, she would slap herself. She shouldn't have been so overwhelmed to the point of allowing him to have his way with her.
"Now look where obeying my body's carnal desire has brought me" she grumbled and got out of bed.
She picked up her dress and slipped it on. She took a look at herself in the mirror. Disheveled hair, tired eyes, and on her neck a faint red bruise.
She blinked in disbelief and moved closer to the mirror to examine it.
A hickey!
Her eyes grew wide. "Who gave that asshole the right to leave a hickey on me?" she fumed internally.
She took a glance at him. Even through her blurred vision, she couldn't lie... He was undeniably and strikingly attractive, "Yet dangerous" a voice whispered in her head.
"Good morning, love" he greeted. For some reason, his voice sounded... sexier. It was so thick and alluring that it made her melt where she was standing.
"Last night was..." "A mistake!" she cut in. "You need to leave now!" she added sternly avoiding meeting his eyes.
"Are you scared of me?" he smirked amusingly, "Of course not!" "Then why can't you look me in the eye while saying that?"
"Your face irritates me so much that I don't want to see it, so leave!"
"I can't leave while I'm half-naked. My room is on the top floor anyway"
"Your shirt is there and you're still wearing your pants" "If I leave in the same cloth I wore when entering your room last night, my family and the workers will know that we spent the night together" his smirk grew wider.
"They will know that we had our wedding night last night and will gossip about it too"
"It wasn't our wedding night! It was a mistake! A by-product of our unleashed desires and forsaken self-control!" she corrected sternly.
"I'll go get your clothes for you. Shower in my bathroom because by the time I come back, I want you out as fast as possible" she said and left the room.
He chuckled and got out of the bed. "It's only a matter of time before you start seeing this as something more than a mistake, love"
He scanned the room for her phone. He believed he dropped it while she was kissing him, but he couldn't find it.
He checked everywhere he could check until he came to her bedside drawer. He pulled it open and rummaged through its contents... Nothing there either. Though something in there caught his eye.
He found a pill bottle that was almost full. He opened it and saw red chewies inside the container. He took one and brought it to his nose. It had a cherry-like scent with a tint of synthetic/chemical scent in it.
He put it in his pocket and went to the bathroom to shower.
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Meanwhile...
Anaya nervously walked through the hallway. "What if someone saw us?" she questioned herself repeatedly.
She came to a halt when she found Isa's door wide open. She peeped inside and saw someone standing on the bed, moving around with her phone in her hand.
"Isa?" She asked unsure if it was her or not. "Hi, Anaya! Good morning!" she greeted and came down from the bed.
"Morning. What are you doing?" "Trying to call Don" "Why?" she became nervous.
"Well, every morning, I pick out Don's cloth since he is too indecisive to pick them by himself. I went to do so but realized that he wasn't in his room or in his office. I assumed he went to exercise, so I waited for him, but he never showed up. I'm worried about him so I'm trying to call him" she explained.
"There isn't a need to do that. He is in my room" she blurted and immediately bit her lips.
'Come on, Naya. Why not also tell her how you guys also had sex last night as well '
"In your room? He went after you last night... Did you guys sleep together?" her lips twitched upwards in a teasing and amused grin.
"No!" she answered jerkily. "Yes, after I left the dining table last night, he came to me to calm me down, but he left. He just came back again this morning to check up on me" she lied as convincingly as she could.
"Oh okay! That makes sense. Since he is there, just give him these" she said and handed some clothes to her. She nodded and left the room.
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Back in her room...
She sat on the chair in front of her dresser, unable to concentrate on anything.
"Questo è sbagliato! Questo è sbagliato! Questo è molto sbagliato {This is wrong! This is wrong! This is very wrong!} " she grumbled and banged on the wooden dresser, causing it to shake.
Wait!
Why was she so anxious? It wasn't her first time sleeping with someone. Besides, she had slept with people she knew less of than Don. It meant nothing to her. Right?
The bathroom door opened and he stepped out. His hair was completely wet and falling over his eye, water dripping down his naked chest and abs, his veiny muscular arms flexing each time he worked his towel over his body, it was like she was seeing him in a completely new light.
"Isa told me to give you those" she managed to say and pointed to his clothes. "Thanks for picking them up!"
His eyes flickered to the hickey on her neck. He smirked. It was his mark on her after all. It didn't matter whether she wanted to accept it or not. She was now officially his.
He got dressed right in no time while she tried busying herself with something other than gawking at his handsomeness.
"How do I look?" she questioned. She turned to look at him and nearly choked on her own breath.
He wore a white button-up shirt, with a blue tie and a matching monkey jacket.
'Absolutely stunning!'
"Not bad" "Not bad? Honesty, love. I know I stole your breath away when you saw me"
"Yeah. Right. Your fashion sense isn't bad, but your face spoils everything. I don't like it" she said sassily as her eyes danced over Don's features in lust and admiration.
He chuckled. "Try saying that again without looking at me as though you want me nine inches deep in you"
"You're wasting my time, Don. I already told you that I don't like you. Why are you still insisting that I admit something I don't feel?" she pouted but knew that he was telling the truth.
He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "If you don't have at least the tiniest bit of feelings for me, allow me to have a second... no... third kiss!" he said seductively and bit her ear, sending sharp tremors to her core.
"Of course not! If our kiss gets out of hand like last night's, we could end up with a baby this time around" she countered and stood up.
"As if that won't be adorable... Watching you swell with my child" he smirked,
"Ew! Ew! EWWW!! The thought of getting pregnant for you disgusts me, so stop thinking about it because it can never happen. NEVER!!" she spat.
"Now that you're done, you can leave!" she said with a bit of disappointment in her tone, "Chasing your husband out of your bedroom after the pleasurable experience he put you through last night? Shame on you, love"
"Out!" she yelled, pointing at the door. He walked out, right after flashing her his signature smirk.