Hook up with hubby?

If there was one thing Grace didn't think was ever going to happen to her, it was to wake up in bed one morning, naked, with someone else on the bed with her. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets when she realized what they had done the night before. Their clothes left trails on the floor from outside the room down to the foot of the bed, and they had knocked down a few objects, including her favourite vase!

Her hands flew to her mouth to cover them when she gasped. 

She reached for the duvet to cover her exposed upper body as she sat on the bed, trying not to freak out. 

Last night, she had been sad. He had been comforting her. They drank, she cried and then they laughed. She had made the first move. 

"I... want to taste... your lips." She had said it in a flirtatious tone while looking at his lips. When she grazed his lower lip with her thumb, he inched backwards and gave her an uncertain look. 

"You are drunk, Miss Anderson." He slurred. He too was drunk. 

"Shhh! Why do you still call me that? We are married! Call me baby. Or wifey." She giggled as it left her lips.

He looked at her and chuckled. 

"You are cute when you are drunk, Miss Anderson. But no thank you." 

"Why?" She pouted. 

"Because I know you. You will skin me alive if I touch you." 

"Then why did you want to marry me so much if you are too chicken to touch me?" She asked drunkenly but didn't wait for his answer before she left her seat to straddle his lap. 

"Miss... Ander-son..." He tried to push her away, but he was also too drunk to do that. 

"You are making this too difficult for me. Miss Ander-"

"Miss Anderson?" 

"Miss...?"

It took her a moment to realize she wasn't hearing her name in her head. She slowly turned to the other side of the bed and saw him looking at her with apologetic eyes mixed with confusion and regret. He was pulling the duvet to also cover his upper body. 

Seriously now?

"Nothing... happened, right?" She asked in a quiet voice. That was the quietest he had heard her speak. She was harsh, hot-tempered, and rude. 

Grace prayed nothing had happened between them, but who was she kidding? The scene kept flashing in her head. 

She was moaning. He was thrusting. They were kissing. His hands were touching every part of her body. She was touching him, gripping his shoulder and sinking her nails into his skin. They were giggling. She was riding.

The images kept making it hard for her to concentrate on the present. What had she done? 

Out of everyone to lose her virginity to, it had to be him? Why him? Why did she drink? Why????

"Miss An–"

"SHHUT. UP." She said this in a spine-chilling voice.

"I know you are mad. I am also mad too. Believe me." He blurted out, sounding hurt. 

Her eyes widened and she turned to look at him in disbelief. "Why on earth would you be mad here?" She yelled angrily at him. "You must have always wanted this to happen!"

"I just lost my virginity! And I wasn't even conscious." He raised his voice in frustration. 

"Whhhat?" She asked in disbelief. "I am supposed to be saying that, you idiot! Who cares about your stupid virginity?" She yelled at him angrily. How did she let herself get entangled with this boy? She had made a very stupid mistake that she was going to regret for the rest of her life. 

"We should talk about this reasonably like two adults who just did something they—"

"Don't even say a word!" She snapped at him. "Get out!" 

"I said OUT!" She yelled when he was still on the bed with the duvet around him. Was he acting innocent? Virgin her foot! He seemed nothing like it last night.

"Turn around first." He pleaded.

"WHAT?" 

"Or can I go with the duvet?" He asked. 

"Arrrgh! I am going to kill you if you don't get out of my sight this minute!" She bellowed angrily at him. 

It was her fault. If only she hadn't said yes to his stupid deal. She wouldn't have married a clumsy clown like this and ended up ruining her life. How was she going to correct this mistake now? 

If only she could return to two months ago and undo the decision she made that day. 

If only.... 

TWO MONTHS AGO

She was inside her office, looking through some documents, but her mind kept drifting to the news she had seen earlier. 

She dropped the files and took her phone, scrolling through the pictures she had already seen before.

 'MICHAEL STONER SET TO WED' 

The headline read. It was all in CAPS as if they wanted it to sink into her head. 

She scrolled through the pictures and could not help feeling bitter. She had imagined they were going to end up together. I mean, who else would want to date her, talk more about marrying her, if not her best friend? 

And they had promised each other at the age of 10 that if they were still single at 27, they were going to marry each other. She knew that it was a childish promise and he must have forgotten about it, but she had been holding onto it. They were both 26 now and he had found a preppy girl who swooped him off his feet. As his best friend, she was supposed to be happy for him, right? But she couldn't even fake it. 

"What are you intensely looking at?" 

She almost dropped her phone and quickly turned it off before looking up at the intruder.

Michael Stoner.

His last name was supposed to be Stunner because that suited him more. She wasn't surprised he had simply barged inside her office like that. He was the only one who did that and sauntered into the place like he owned it. 

"What were you doing? You seem too startled. Or..." He began to wiggle his brows in a teasing manner. "Were you watching porn?" 

"Seriously?" She rolled her eyes. "The media learnt about you quickly. You are everywhere in the tabloids." 

He chuckled. "Are you sure? Because last I checked, you were trending on the news this morning."

"Again?" She asked in frustration. 

"Again." He nodded and picked up the TV remote from her desk to turn the Tv on. 

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