*Still Ariel's POV*
'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.' I thought repeated in my head wondering what to do, I took a peek at the man face but I could not remember where I knew him from, he felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
"I'll deal with that later, it's best I leave for now." I muttered after a while, still trying to figure out how I ended up on bed with a good looking stranger, a fact I won't deny.
My heart was pounding inside my chest as I was filled with fear, with my weak legs that kept on wobbling, I picked up my clothes one by one putting them on before tiptoeing towards the door.
'Aren't going to drop money for the guy, you know, as compensation?' a little voice in my head said, it was probably my conscience.
'Why should I? It's not like I forced his body on me.' I replied the voice in a feeling wronged, without any further delay, I closed the door behind me and rested my back on it sighing, at least I was able to escape before the man woke up or it would have been quite awkward for me facing a man who I probably just had a night stand with.
I glanced at the familiar hall way and then remembered why I was in a hotel in the first place, my family had held a banquet so it seems that I got drunk and came to rest in my room, I turned to the door one more time in confusion wondering what a stranger was doing in my room, our family was not very strong but the Mackenzie's should be feared, coming into my room like that was out of context.
Seeing the number on the door, my breath quickened, it seems I was the one that intruded the room, my sister, Mirabel had told me my room number was '7001' but how the hell did I end up in room '7010'.
"This is bad." I thought out loud checking if I forgot anything in the room before running away, actually more like limping because of the pain my lower body suffered, was I thrashed by a rod? I wondered unable to comprehend why I felt so much pain.
Unknown POV
As Ariel left, the man that laid on the bed slowly opened his eyes with a frown settling on his face, he turned to check beside him but no one was there making his eyes grow even colder than it originally was, one thing was clear, he definitely was not happy for some reason.
Ariel's POV
I managed to reach downstairs trying to look as normal as possible, as I hurriedly dodged the receptionist and proceeded outside but the newspaper stand caught my attention, as I saw the man who I had just laid with, his face was printed and enlarged on the front page of the newspaper masking me confused, was he some sort of wanted criminal.
"What the hell have I done!" I exclaimed out loud causing attention to be drawn towards me but I cared less about them at the moment, shakily I reached out to the newspaper feeling sorry for myself for giving my first time to a criminal.
"Vincent Dixon." I read the name that was written below the picture in shock, the newspaper also dropped from my hands as I stood dumbstruck, did I just have sex with human gold?!!!
Okay it goes like this, Vincent Dixon is a living man made with money, okay okay I get it, let me use simpler terms, Vincent is the richest man in the whole country and he owns the biggest entertainment industry their ever is, it has produced many Hollywood top stars and many musicians that fans would kill to get a ticket to their concert.
At the young age of 20, Vincent took the industry by surprise sweeping veterans off their feet's and for five years now he has been number one.
"This is bad." I sighed running my hand through my hair thinking of a way to escape this predicament, I picked up the newspaper and wanted to drop it back but the person manning the stand gave me a trashy look and I reluctantly removed some bucks walking away with the newspaper.
After this discovery there was no way I could go back home again, I don't want to risk being found out by Vincent, it is said the world of the rich is messy and I am definitely not interested in getting myself mixed up in such a mess.
My parents should not really care much since they prefer Mirabel over me, so if I go missing for a few days, it might not be even noticed.
Sighing, I ransacked my bag for something and let out a breath of relief when I saw it, it was the key to a little house i bought at the outskirts of town, it was fully stocked so it could maintain me for a few days.
As i halted a taxi and boarded inside, I was lost deep in thoughts thinking off everything, normally, when I get drunk I tend to pass out almost immediately and I am pretty much sure a man like Vincent would not be so sex deprived to the extent he fucks a girl that is passed out from drinking too much, there is got to be something more than meets the eye.
It suddenly clicked in me, Mirabel had passed me a drink at one period of time during the party, and then she told me my room number, it was after that I started to feel fuzzy and decided to head up to where the rooms were, so I could locate mine and rest, could it be that Mirabel drugged me?
The chances of that were pretty much high, but there is one thing though, I knew Mirabel pretty well, she would definitely not push me towards sleeping with a gold mine like that.
I kept on thinking about it over and over again, till I reached my house, I dropped from the taxi and paid the driver, as I stared at the building gate and then I suddenly remembered, the room I was meant to enter was not '7010' but '7001' could it be that Mirabel had other plans for me?
My whole body shuddered at the thought of what would have happened if I went to the room Mirabel prepared.