One More Chance novel Chapter 6

~~~One sided love is the purest form of love. It is the most painful and heartbreaking of all. Falling in love with someone you know you can't have and yet you love them more than you ever loved yourself, is a journey without any destination or hope...~~~

-Deepak Chauhan-

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Samantha's POV:

I don't know how long I've been sleeping, I just woke up with a slight headache and felt like there's something heavy over my belly. I thought it was just my mom's arm like she always does every morning. She always sneaks into my room and waking me up with her motherly hugs and kisses.

Even though I got confused as to why she didn't wake me up this time, I ignored it, especially when I remember my intense dream last night.

A smile formed my lips.

It's the first time I've had such a dream and it seems so real.

I was about to move and get up on the bed but I felt something strange between my legs. It's aching?

"Mom..." I called her.

I opened my eyes, trying to lift her hand, but I frowned when I found it rough and a bit big compared to the soft and smooth hand that my mom has.

"Oh, God!" I breathe in panic, glancing at the arm that rested on my belly. And what I saw shocked me to the core.

I'm naked! I'm not wearing any clothes or even underwear that made me look at the owner of that calloused hand.

And that's it. Confusion started running through my head as I tried to figure out where I was. 

"Oh, my God!" I whispered in panic, looking at the man who's sleeping peacefully next to me. And it was only at that moment I realized that it wasn't just a dream. It all happened last night.

Panic and nervous began to creep in me as the memories from what I expected a dream, suddenly rushed back to my head. It's as if they were a series of voltage that shocked all my nerves and made me numb and motionless for a second. Cold sweats formed in my forehead and I can't decide what to do first, take all my clothes, wait for him to wake up and explain everything or run outside this room and hide from him from now on?

"Ahgg! What the heck did I do?" I asked myself, tapping my forehead. "The last thing I remembered was that I got dizzy after using the bathroom... okay, I also remember that I kissed him but after that---oh, my God! I wasn't supposed to sleep, right? What the hell happened?"

I tried to remember the sequence of events after calling Jack in the bathroom, but nothing came to my head no matter how I tried. Well, except that I accepted my second shot that the bartender gave me after using the bathroom.

Then my eyes widened...

"Holy shit! It's him! He put something in my drink! I need to talk to him!"

I carefully removed Luke's hand and pulled the sheet that covers his body. But I think it was a wrong move as he also wears nothing under the sheet.

"Argh!"

I ignored the shivers that crawled down my spine and wrapped the sheet around my body. I was about to get up, but as soon as my feet touched the floor, my legs wobbled like jelly and they failed me. I collapsed and the hard tiled floor excitedly caught my weight.

"Ouch!"

I just bit my lower lip to stop creating any more sounds that would wake him up. This is not a part of my plan and I don't know how to explain it to him when he sees me with him in one room.

I picked all my clothes scattered on the floor and tried to use my wobbly legs to get into the bathroom. But I was going to take my first step when something caught my attention.

Red.

Red stain on the sheet.

A red stain that shows that everything that happened wasn't just a dream or a part of my wildest imagination. But there are three things left in my head and that I need to do right now---to get into the bathroom, put on my used clothes and get out of this room immediately.

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Hickeys!

"One, two, three, four, five, six---oh, shit!" I couldn't help cursing when I found those red dots on my neck, shoulders and alley of my breasts.

I don't know exactly what to feel while looking at my reflection in the mirror. Honestly, having sex with him wasn't part of my plan. I just wanted to sleep with him---as in 'sleep' but not having sex. My plan was that just taking off his shirt, cover his lower body and take a picture with him while only wearing my tube bra. So that in the pictures it will seem that we were both naked and something has happened between us.

And as for the red stain, actually, I have a small bottle in my bag that has a mixture of my favorite red wine and a red food coloring that I took from my mom's drawer in the kitchen. I was planning to pour it on the sheet so that it will look like a bloodstain.

But I don't think I have to use them all anymore. The red liquid as I already stained the sheet with my real blood. And of course, I no longer have to take pictures of him, of us being together because I'm sure that everything that has happened will remain in my memory even if I try to delete all of them.

After washing my face and drying it with a clean towel, I started putting on my clothes from yesterday. I have to hurry as I want to ask the dickhead bartender of what he put in my drinks last night.

Taking my steps out of the bathroom, my mind was focused on my goal of talking to the bartender and I didn't waste any second looking at the bed. I took my bag and was about to open the door when suddenly a loud voice roared through the four corners of the room.