They say 'rock bottom' is a myth. But every time something bad happens, there's always another trapdoor waiting underneath to slap you.
I should've known that night was one of those trapdoors.
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The night was cold, but my body burned with unbearable heat.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I stumbled toward the elevator, clutching a golden keycard like it was the only thing anchoring me to reality.
Room 602. That's what Bella said. Right? I didn't remember! She'd booked it. We were supposed to celebrate, drink till morning, laugh and slur about nothing, stare at nothing and curse the hell, and dream about the glowing futures our degrees supposedly unlocked.
But why the hell did I feel like this… so hot? So dizzy? So aroused?
I hadn't drunk that much. Definitely not enough to feel this.
Moments later, I reached the door, slid the card, and the lock clicked. The room was dim, warm, and silent. I barely noticed. I headed straight for the bathroom to force myself to vomit, maybe a cold shower could bring me back to my senses… and all the plans in my head shattered with a touch.
An arm wrapped around my neck. It was strong, firm, and masculine. A man!
"I've been waiting for you… Where have you been, love?"
Love! Damn! His voice was so deep, smooth, and intimate. It brushed against my ear. My heart stuttered and then raced. A dizzy wave of heat rolled through me.
I couldn't fight it, couldn't push him away. Not like this. Not in this state. Not until I was… released. Everything blurred. I turned and froze. He was… breathtaking. Tall, chiseled, and devastatingly handsome. My breath hitched at the sight of his dark, sensual blue eyes, and his wet black bangs cast a shadow on them.
Good God. How could someone like him exist? I was dreaming, yes, that was a sweet dream, because in reality, I wasn't that lucky to encounter such an evil beauty, eh!? So why not? Why not give in to every sinful urge I had in this evil dream?
Sweat beaded on my skin. I was trembling, not from fear, but from something far more dangerous–desire. The impulse to explore him hit me like a jolt. I didn't even think, biting on my lower lip, my eyes fixed on his lips.
On instinct, I rose onto my toes, fisted the collar of his shirt, and yanked him down. My lips crashed into his.