Chapter 5 What Have I Done

Chapter 5: What Have I Done?

~Sara Pov~

The resort hallway swayed in front of me like I was walking through a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. My feet dragged against the tiled floor as I clutched the wall for support. The alcohol buzzed in my veins, loud and relentless, muting every other sound around me.

I couldn't think straight, couldn't even remember how I got here. My room was somewhere in this hallway, but all the numbers looked the same.

"330... or was it 332?" I muttered under my breath, squinting at the door in front of me.

Everything felt heavy. My arms, my legs, my heart. It was as if the weight of the night, the betrayal, the humiliation, the pain. Everything had lodged itself deep inside me, and no amount of whiskey could burn it away.

I pressed a hand to the door, leaning into it as I turned the handle. It clicked open with ease.

"Finally," I muttered, stumbling inside. The warm air wrapped around me, and I let the door swing shut behind me with a soft thud.

The room was dim, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner. My steps faltered as I tried to find my footing, I just wanted to lie down, to stop the world from spinning.

But then I saw him.

A man stood by the bed, his shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders, the top buttons undone. His dark hair was messy, like he'd been running his hands through it, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass.

For a second, I thought I was hallucinating.

He looked at me sharply with surprise, "Who the hell are you?" His voice was low and rough, and it cut through the haze in my mind like a blade.

I blinked, swaying slightly as I stared at him. He looked like something out of a dream-or maybe a Christmas movie.

I tilted my head, a lazy smile spreading across my face. "Did Santa send you to me?" I asked, my words slurring together.

The man froze, his brows furrowing. "What?"

My eyes lit up as I suddenly felt like teasing him, "Because," I said, dragging the word out as I took a shaky step forward, "you're way too handsome to be real."

His jaw tightened, his dark eyes narrowing as he watched me. "You're drunk," he muttered, his tone flat. "Get out."

He stood up and grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not rough, as he tried to steer me toward the door. But I clung to his arm, wrapping both of mine around it like a lifeline.

"No," I whined, shaking my head. "I don't want to go. You're too pretty."

The man looked at me speechlessly, and then he let out a sharp breath, with his jaw clenching. "Listen, you're in the wrong room. You need to leave."

I shook my head again, clinging tighter to his arm. The world was spinning, and his steady presence felt like the only thing keeping me upright.

"I'm not going anywhere," I slurred, pressing my cheek against his arm. "You smell good." I said as I sniffed his arm.

I felt him stiffened, his free hand coming up to push me away. "You're unbelievable," he muttered, his voice tinged with annoyance.

He wanted to say more, but I didn't let him as I leaned forward and bit his chest through his shirt, my teeth sinking into the soft fabric.

He went rigid then let out a low groan, his hand tightening around my wrist. "What the hell are you doing?" he hissed, his voice strained.

I giggled, the sound muffled against his chest. "You taste good too."

The man let out a frustrated growl, his eyes blazing as he looked down at me. "You asked for it," he said, his voice low and rough.

Before I could process what was happening, his hands were on my face, and his lips slammed against mine.

The kiss was hard and unrelenting, stealing the air from my lungs. My drunken mind reeled, but my body responded instinctively, my hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders.

He groaned against my lips, his hands sliding down to my waist as he pulled me closer. The kiss deepened, growing urgent and desperate, like we were both trying to drown out the world.

I didn't care about the voice in the back of my mind telling me this was a mistake. I didn't care about anything except the way his lips felt against mine, the heat of his body pressing into me.

In a blur of movement, we tumbled onto the bed, his weight pinning me down. His hands roamed my body, igniting a fire beneath my skin, and I arched into him, pulling him closer.

Then he suddenly stopped which got me confused, "You-Fuck!" He cussed then sat up as he grabbed his hair in frustration while I looked at him with a confused face.

"Why had he stopped?" I wanted to ask, but I was interrupted by his painful groan.

"You...What's wrong?" I asked, seeing his painful face but he ignored me.

Though my mind was blurry and I couldn't really see his face well, I knew from his groan he was feeling pain.

"Shut up!" He yelled.

My eyes grew in anger at being yelled at when I was only trying to be nice. In anger, I sat up and got closer to him and slammed my lips on his then bit it.

I wanted to release his lips after biting but who knew he would draw me closer and continue kissing.

"Mmmh" The sound of my moan sounded as I put my hands around his neck.

In no time he was on me as I lay on the bed. My mind was in a daze, but the sensations I felt when he slammed into me felt like heaven. I felt filled up.

The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of us.

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The sunlight was cruel.

It streamed through the curtains, bright and blinding, stabbing into my skull like a knife. I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead as I tried to block out the light.

My head throbbed, a dull, relentless ache that made it hard to think. I felt like I was hit by a truck-or maybe several.

I shifted slightly, and that's when I noticed it.

The warmth beside me.

I froze, my breath catching as the memories of the night before came rushing back in a chaotic blur. The wrong room. The blurry man. The kiss.

"Oh my god," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

My heart pounded as I wanted to turn my head, but I felt scared to do so.

What if it's a bald old man? Or maybe a drunkard who would ask me to take responsibility? Fuck!

Panic surged through me, and I sat up quickly, ignoring the pounding in my head.

"What have I done?" I muttered, my hands trembling as I gripped the blanket.

The room spun slightly, and I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to steady myself.

"Did I just... sleep with a stranger?" The words felt foreign on my tongue, like they belonged to someone else.

And then another thought hit me, sharper and more terrifying.

"My baby," I whispered, my eyes widening.

My hand flew to my stomach, my heart racing as I tried to remember everything. The alcohol, the haze, the way my body had responded without hesitation.

What had I done?

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my hands shaking as I buried my face in them.

I couldn't believe this.

I had made the worst mistake of my life, and now I had no idea what to do.

Run!