Woke Up Naked Next to a Stranger - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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My first instinct was to say no. Ever since her divorce, Vanessa Evans had been spiraling out of control—parties, reckless flings, the works.
If I got dragged into her chaos and Ethan found out? Not a good look for a married woman.
"Sophia, relax," Vanessa purred through the phone. "When's the last time Ethan even touched you? Face it—that man couldn't satisfy a nun."
Her laugh was sharp, liquid courage dripping from every word. "Just come over. I've got someone perfect for you tonight. No expectations, just... fun."
I'd been ready to refuse. But then I remembered Ethan's cold shoulder last night—how he'd rolled away from me in bed like I carried some contagious disease. Before I knew it, I was saying yes.
The KTV booth was already a den of sin when I arrived. Vanessa swayed between two foreign guys, her hips grinding to the bass while a third man watched her like a starving wolf. She caught sight of me and squealed.
"Sophia! Took you long enough." She gestured grandly at the group. "Meet tonight's menu—all premium-grade personal trainers. Pick your flavor."
Before I could blink, they swarmed me. Sweat-slicked skin, roaming hands, whiskey-laced compliments. My guard stayed up—until Peter Harrison stepped forward.
Tall. Chiseled. A smile that could melt panties.
Unlike the others, he didn't leer. Just offered a hand like some storybook prince. One dimpled grin, and my resolve started crumbling.
"Peter," Vanessa stage-whispered, dragging him close. Her lips brushed his ear, words too low to catch—but whatever she said made his eyes darken. That smirk? Downright predatory.
As the night unraveled, so did the girls. Vanessa disappeared into the bathroom with some guy, emerging later with smeared lipstick and ripped stockings. The others weren't far behind—tequila shots turned to groping, laughter into moans.
Peter's fingers traced my thigh. "You're thinking too much, Sophia." His breath scalded my neck. "Let me show you what you're missing."
I stiffened. "I should go—"
He mistook my panic for playfulness. One second he was nuzzling my cheek, the next—his hand was under my blouse.
Crack!
My palm connected with his face before I could think.
"You crazy—" Peter's pretty-boy charm evaporated. He grabbed my wrist, shoving me backward onto the couch. "You been teasing me all night, you frigid little—"
The room tilted. Suddenly, I wasn't just uncomfortable.
I was trapped.
If I got dragged into her chaos and Ethan found out? Not a good look for a married woman.
"Sophia, relax," Vanessa purred through the phone. "When's the last time Ethan even touched you? Face it—that man couldn't satisfy a nun."
Her laugh was sharp, liquid courage dripping from every word. "Just come over. I've got someone perfect for you tonight. No expectations, just... fun."
I'd been ready to refuse. But then I remembered Ethan's cold shoulder last night—how he'd rolled away from me in bed like I carried some contagious disease. Before I knew it, I was saying yes.
The KTV booth was already a den of sin when I arrived. Vanessa swayed between two foreign guys, her hips grinding to the bass while a third man watched her like a starving wolf. She caught sight of me and squealed.
"Sophia! Took you long enough." She gestured grandly at the group. "Meet tonight's menu—all premium-grade personal trainers. Pick your flavor."
Before I could blink, they swarmed me. Sweat-slicked skin, roaming hands, whiskey-laced compliments. My guard stayed up—until Peter Harrison stepped forward.
Tall. Chiseled. A smile that could melt panties.
Unlike the others, he didn't leer. Just offered a hand like some storybook prince. One dimpled grin, and my resolve started crumbling.
"Peter," Vanessa stage-whispered, dragging him close. Her lips brushed his ear, words too low to catch—but whatever she said made his eyes darken. That smirk? Downright predatory.
As the night unraveled, so did the girls. Vanessa disappeared into the bathroom with some guy, emerging later with smeared lipstick and ripped stockings. The others weren't far behind—tequila shots turned to groping, laughter into moans.
Peter's fingers traced my thigh. "You're thinking too much, Sophia." His breath scalded my neck. "Let me show you what you're missing."
I stiffened. "I should go—"
He mistook my panic for playfulness. One second he was nuzzling my cheek, the next—his hand was under my blouse.
Crack!
My palm connected with his face before I could think.
"You crazy—" Peter's pretty-boy charm evaporated. He grabbed my wrist, shoving me backward onto the couch. "You been teasing me all night, you frigid little—"
The room tilted. Suddenly, I wasn't just uncomfortable.
I was trapped.
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