The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Jordan POV
I stretched, experimentally, on the bed, wincing slightly as I felt a stinging pain between my legs, wondering what that was about. The bed was rumpled, really rumpled. I must have really been tossing and turning while I slept, I mused with a frown. I gave a yawn, still feeling exhausted and sleepily rubbed my eyes, glancing at the clock and sitting slowly upright. A few hours had passed since Sarah had helped me upstairs to the room and I wondered how Jaxon had gotten along with his mate. I grinned to myself. If anybody deserved to find happiness in this world, it was him.
My muscles ached all over as I climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom to do my business. I felt sweaty, disgusting and decided to take a quick shower to freshen up. The water was soothing and relaxing, and the body lotion was a sweet-smelling combination of hibiscus and vanilla. I closed my eyes, my head under the water, and then stiffened as hazy images began to flood my mind.
An older male with black hair and dark piercing eyes, his hands roaming over my body as I arched my back and hissed.
Whimpering sounds came from my throat as he kissed the nape of my neck, pleasure shooting through me.
His eyes glinted at me as he began to lick along my folds and my clit, his hands gripping my hips tightly to keep my legs spread and me in place.
My body writhing on the bed, my hands scrabbling at the bedsheets, his body moving to be on top of mine.
His eyes fixed on me as he thrust back and forth, my legs wrapped around his waist, my breasts jiggling, my body bouncing on the bed, my mouth open in a large O as he took me, the pleasure so intense that I thought I might die.
I blinked. That had to have been a dream, I thought fuzzily. I mean, wouldn’t I have remembered something like that if it had happened for real? Besides, I thought a bit glumly, no man that looked like that, a god for heaven’s sake, he was that bloody gorgeous, was ever going to want to do that with a girl looking like I did. Not to mention I had woken up by myself, no gorgeous man beside me. I sighed. The pain between my legs I excused as being a strange anomaly, maybe a sign of my menses about to come or something.
I couldn’t very well hang around in the large shower all day, I concluded with a grimace, turning the water off and grabbing a large plush towel off the hanging rail, wrapping it around me, and padding back into the room. I turned the light switch on, suddenly frowning. What had happened to my panties? I began to look around the room. Now that I thought about it, it didn’t make sense that I would have taken them off to sleep nude, although I had been a bit tipsy I remembered with a shake of my head. I spotted them in the corner of the room and retrieved them, shimmying into them with a small laugh. Another image popped into my head.
Large hands, callused, gently sliding my panties down, before flinging them into a corner of the dark bedroom.
I frowned. My eyes began to dart around the bedroom. It had to have been a dream, I told myself fiercely. A damn good one but a dream, nonetheless. Then I spotted something in the corner of the room that made me stiffen. I moved closer, feeling like I was in a trance, a hand to my mouth in shock.
It was a large, black suitcase. Decidedly masculine in appearance, sitting subtly there, unobtrusive, but very clearly not mine. I hadn’t noticed it before because it blended in so easily and because it was so unnoticeable. Oh god, oh god, I began to feel myself panicking. What if it hadn’t been a dream after all? s**t, what had I done? I ran a hand through my hair, dishevelling it further, pacing back and forth. I nibbled on my nails. What did I do? What had possessed me to do something so reckless? I had never been so irresponsible in all my life. Not to mention why couldn’t I remember exactly everything that happened? I dimly remembered Sarah helping me to the room and gasped. Had she deliberately set me up to be in one of the rooms that Luna Mary had specifically said not to put me in? That b***h I fumed. She had to have. This had to have been yet another one of her evil schemes to ruin me. But it still didn’t explain my willingness to sleep with a complete stranger. I knew he hadn’t forced me, not with the memories of me crying out in pleasure.
Damn, this wasn’t good. It suddenly struck me there was a way to check if I had in fact slept with someone and wasn’t making a mountain out of a molehill. I approached the bed, as though it was a bomb about to go off, and slowly, with trembling hands, pulled the bedcovers down. There, clear as day, was blood on the sheet. f**k, I had lost my virginity. I was a slut. My spirits sank. My mate was never going to want me now. I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I could dimly smell the scent of sandalwood and pine in the room, but it was a lingering trace, the scent almost pricking some memory in me, but one that refused to come to the surface.
“I can’t believe I did this” I whispered, feeling ashamed as I looked down at the bed and the evidence. Guilt overwhelmed me. I was devastated. I spotted my shoes lying there, on their sides, near the bed, and picked them up. I took some deep shuddering breaths, trying to maintain my composure but failing abysmally. I could not have been more ashamed of myself than if the man had been a vampire like the one from Twilight that sparkled and I still slept with him. Or a zombie, I thought with a groan. Either way, I was still just as f****d.
I thought about confronting my sister, but the damage was already done, and I knew she would just deny everything. If I wasn’t careful she would find out I’d slept with someone and the whole school would find out. My nails dug into the palms of my hands as I tried to hold back the tears. I knew my sister hated me and despised my existence but I never dreamed she would go this far. It didn’t excuse my own behavior though. She hadn’t made me sleep with someone, I had done all that on my own, I thought to myself miserably.
Suddenly another thought occurred to me. If the suitcase was still here, then there was every chance that the man, whoever he was, was intending to come back to the room. My eyes widened in horror. My god, did I not even have the decency to get the man’s name? Even prostitutes asked their john’s names I thought randomly. Damnit Jordan stop thinking weird things and focus I admonished myself. Right, this man, whoever he was, was probably coming back, I thought feeling slightly hysterical, and I was pretty sure I did not have the guts to face him. I mean what if he’d left because he wanted me to be gone before he got back?
In fact, that was probably it, I concluded. He’d left to avoid the awkwardness of me waking up and having to deal with an emotional female. Or because he’d seen what he’d slept with. I swallowed hard and moved towards the closet, vaguely remembering that Sarah had hung my dress up for me. I didn’t have anything else to wear and I shimmied into it, before reaching around and attempting to become a contortionist as I valiantly attempted to do the zipper up on my own. I couldn’t leave the room with my dress half hanging off me. It took several attempts, a lot of swearing, falling on my ass backward with a loud thud, and threatening to rip the dress to pieces, but I finally managed it.
Not for the first time did I wish I had a cell phone so I could have messaged Jaxon to come to my rescue and help. I sighed and sat down, grabbing my shoes. It was like trying to snap myself in half to get them on. s**t. I should have put them on first. Jaxon had helped me before. I threw them across the room in exasperation. There was no chance in hell I was taking the dress off and attempting to put it back on just to get shoes on. It wasn’t worth it. I highly suspected I would not make it the second time. More time passed and I grew nervous. I couldn’t go back to the ballroom without shoes and what if the man was there? It made sense that he’d have been invited if he was staying in a room on this floor. I wondered how he knew Grant or Luna Mary and Alpha John and then dismissed it. That wasn’t important right now.
I grabbed my purse, strewn over the bedside table, and tentatively crept towards the door, opening it slowly and peering out into the corridor. Please, let it be clear I prayed. The moon goddess must have been smiling down on me or at least felt some pity for me, because there was no one there, and I was able to sidle out and make my way to the stairs, without meeting a single soul. I heaved a sigh of relief. Thank god for back entrances I thought, laughing as I realized the pun l had unintentionally made.
I was sad that I wasn’t going to be able to say goodbye to Jaxon but the merest thought of running into the stranger I’d slept with was enough to make my heart skip a beat. I slowly climbed down the stairs, grateful when I made it out the front entrance of the hotel, the doorman opened the doors without missing a beat, although I did notice his eyes slide down to my bare feet as I shivered slightly in the coldness of the breeze outside.
“Do you have a ride miss?” he asked as I hesitated.
Way to go Jordan, you forgot the bloody obvious I scolded myself.
“Um, I’m not sure” I began.
“You came for the ball didn’t you?” he asked kindly and I nodded, biting my lip, praying for another miracle.
He smiled at me. “Luna Mary has provided a small group of limousines for her guests to arrive back home safely. They are just to the right over there. Feel free to get in one and take it back home” he advised “They are free of charge” he added, sensing I probably didn’t have any money on me.
Oh, thank you, moon goddess. I could have shouted hallelujah at that moment, but I forced down my gratitude and thanked the doorman. “Thank you so much” I breathed “I appreciate it.”
“You take care miss and be careful, seeing as you don’t have any shoes on,” he told me, before turning to open the door to the other guests.
I hurried to the pack of limos that were clustered together near the front entrance of the hotel. Trust Luna Mary to have thought of everything! God bless her soul. A driver spotted me and kindly opened the back door, allowing me to slide into the backseat. He shut the door and then hopped into the driver’s side.
“Where to Miss?” he asked, starting the engine as I relaxed slightly, my breathing becoming more even.
“The Blood Moon Pack please” I directed him and he nodded, taking off.
Now all I had to do, I thought grimly, was sneak into my room without my father being all the wiser. With any luck, he would be out or fast asleep when I got home and I could avoid being questioned. I prayed for the former, my hands clasping each other tight as we drew nearer to the pack.