Chapter 3: Wedding Band
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room and the body tangled in bedclothes. Lyse was awoken by the light penetrating her eyes and she groaned at her head pounding.
When she tried to sit up, a wave of nausea washed over her. Her mouth tasted like what the butt of a skunk must taste like and her throat was dry. She hunched her head as she recognized the feeling, she was hungover.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes, trying to focus then she was seized with fear as she looked around. The room was a tastefully and lavishly decorated room, with a king-size bed, a dresser, and a huge nightstand and the frame of a massive art piece.
It was also not familiar to her. She did not know where she was and she did not know how she got there.
Her heart started to race while she concentrated hard and tried to remember what had happened when memories of the previous night slowly trickled into her head and she almost fainted.
With shaky hands she lifted the blanket up and gasped when she saw that except for the man’s shirt she had on, she was as naked as the day she was born.
A shiver ran down her spine as she tried to remember everything from the night before. She had been out drinking with James, mourning her ruined wedding.
She could barely remember the gentleman who had saved her from the tour at the bar, she remembered slowly swaying on the dance floor in his arms and then... nothing. Had she spent the night with him?
Panic set in as she fully realized what she had done, She was not in her own bed. She was in a stranger’s bed, and she had followed him home willingly.
Realizing that there was no time to scold herself, she quickly scrambled out of bed and saw her dress on the floor. When she picked it up she crinkled her nose as she realized that she had thrown up all over it.
’What kind of person has sex with someone who was so intoxicated that they threw up on themselves?’ She thought in disgust.