Woke Up Naked Next to a Stranger - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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In that hazy moment, drunk on longing, a sudden fear gripped me—what if I lost Ethan Roscente forever? My arms tightened around him instinctively.
But then his hands moved differently—too rough, too eager—fumbling with my clothes. His touch felt wrong, especially when his fingers grazed my cheek.
My eyes flew open.
This wasn't Ethan.
Peter Harrison loomed over me, his fingers hooked in the hem of my top.
I shoved him back with a jolt, scrambling upright.
"Get off me!" My voice tore through the room. "Get the hell out!"
Peter flinched, snapping out of whatever fantasy he'd lost himself in. His hands shot up in surrender.
"Sophia, I—I really care about you," he stammered. "This isn't just some cheap hookup."
Then, like an idiot, he added, "Your husband's gone. I could be better for you. I could marry you."
Disgust twisted through me. I yanked the blanket up to my chest and stabbed a finger toward the door.
"Out!" My voice cracked. "Now! I don't want you anywhere near me!"
When he hesitated, I snatched the ashtray off the nightstand and raised it like a weapon.
His eyes went wide. Guess he hadn't pegged me for a fighter.
"Okay, okay! I'm leaving!" He backpedaled, hands still raised, voice pitching higher—probably afraid I'd chuck the damn thing at his head.
He didn't stop until he was out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Only then did I suck in a full breath.
Still trembling, I lurched off the bed to lock the door—but the room spun violently, my legs buckling. I hit the floor hard.
Gritting my teeth, I dragged myself up and threw the bolt.
Safe.
I sagged against the door, gasping.
Then the nausea hit. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I barely made it to the bathroom before emptying my stomach into the toilet.
I heaved until there was nothing left, the night's mistakes punishing me in waves.
After rinsing my mouth, I staggered back into the room.
The unfamiliar hotel bed suddenly felt like a trap. Memories of waking up disoriented in that Bangkok hotel years ago came rushing back.
I had to get out of here.
And worse—what if Peter came back?
Snatching my purse and phone, I jammed my feet into my shoes and stumbled into the hallway.
Outside, the world tilted. I flagged down the first taxi I saw and collapsed into the back seat.
But then his hands moved differently—too rough, too eager—fumbling with my clothes. His touch felt wrong, especially when his fingers grazed my cheek.
My eyes flew open.
This wasn't Ethan.
Peter Harrison loomed over me, his fingers hooked in the hem of my top.
I shoved him back with a jolt, scrambling upright.
"Get off me!" My voice tore through the room. "Get the hell out!"
Peter flinched, snapping out of whatever fantasy he'd lost himself in. His hands shot up in surrender.
"Sophia, I—I really care about you," he stammered. "This isn't just some cheap hookup."
Then, like an idiot, he added, "Your husband's gone. I could be better for you. I could marry you."
Disgust twisted through me. I yanked the blanket up to my chest and stabbed a finger toward the door.
"Out!" My voice cracked. "Now! I don't want you anywhere near me!"
When he hesitated, I snatched the ashtray off the nightstand and raised it like a weapon.
His eyes went wide. Guess he hadn't pegged me for a fighter.
"Okay, okay! I'm leaving!" He backpedaled, hands still raised, voice pitching higher—probably afraid I'd chuck the damn thing at his head.
He didn't stop until he was out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Only then did I suck in a full breath.
Still trembling, I lurched off the bed to lock the door—but the room spun violently, my legs buckling. I hit the floor hard.
Gritting my teeth, I dragged myself up and threw the bolt.
Safe.
I sagged against the door, gasping.
Then the nausea hit. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I barely made it to the bathroom before emptying my stomach into the toilet.
I heaved until there was nothing left, the night's mistakes punishing me in waves.
After rinsing my mouth, I staggered back into the room.
The unfamiliar hotel bed suddenly felt like a trap. Memories of waking up disoriented in that Bangkok hotel years ago came rushing back.
I had to get out of here.
And worse—what if Peter came back?
Snatching my purse and phone, I jammed my feet into my shoes and stumbled into the hallway.
Outside, the world tilted. I flagged down the first taxi I saw and collapsed into the back seat.
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