Had s*x?

Sophia's POV:

My body was feeling so relaxed lying on the bed. My mind was so refreshed and I had a slight smile on my face while my eyes were closed. I was morning already, I felt like I took a full 8 or maybe even 10 hours sleep last night. Although, I still wanted to just keep laying on the bed. I turned my body to the other side, extending my arms in front of me and opening my eyes gradually. I was feeling greatly comfortable . I laid on my band and stretched my arms on the both sides. This might be one of the best mornings, I'd have had in a long time.

But something wasn't right. My body seemed to be floating in air as if it was naked. I let out a chuckle that his weird thought of mine. But something else was strange too- my surroundings.

I immediately stood and sat up on the bed just to embarrass myself at the site of me wearing nothing but just an opened bra hanging to my shoulders.

"Where the heck am I?" I shouted in fear unable to process about I was supposed to do.

I was clasping the band of my bra when someone knocked on the door of the unfamiliar room.

"Wh-who is it?" I asked in a trembling, low voice scared of who it would be behind the door.

I tucked myself in the white quilt I had on the bed while someone entered the room. It was someone familiar and not just familiar, it was- Franklin Wilson.

Am I at his house? Is this his room? Did I- did I do something with him last night? Did we sleep together on this bed? Did he see my naked body? Numerous such questions swarmed my mind. I had never been this scared that I was trembling to death.

"Why-why are you here? I- I mean why am I here? Is this your house? Your room?" I asked with my voice becoming more low with each word.

"I know, it must be weird for you, waking up in someone else's house. But I really didn't know where you lived. I asked a few kids around but everyone was unaware. Even Lyla and Nathan just knew your locality from following you last night but not your exact address. Also, you were pretty drunk so I had to bring you to my place." Franklin stated with the calmest and straightest face ever.

"Then why... umm why am I like this?" I said while facing down and blushing. I wasn't sure if there was a reason for me to be embarrassed. Even if I did something with him last night, it makes him a jerk to have s*x with a drunk girl. I must act though and strong.

"What do you mean? Like what? Are you not feeling well?" He blurted with no sense of responsibility and acting indifferent.

I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, "What kind of guy are you? Now tell me what did you do to me? See, I don't why I don't remember anything of last night when I only drank one glass of liquor, but my naked body is enough to tell me that it wasn't just any normal night. So tell me quickly what did you do with me while I was drunk?" I questioned like a brave girl.

"Naked body? You are naked? Wait, are you telling me you are naked inside this quilt?" He inquired in amazement.

His amazement made me question if he's putting on a show acting like he knows nothing or could it be I was alone through the night and took off my clothes on my own being drunk.

"Wha-t exactly happened last night?" I tried to act cool and relaxed.

"Nothing, I made you sleep on the bed, covered you with the quilt and went to sleep with Andrew, my brother." He stated again with a poker face.

"Right." I replied as quietly as possible, feeling ashamed of imagination weird stuff. Also, if we would have had s*x. I could have felt it.

"Can you please leave this room for now? I'll freshen up and go back to home." Home, where I was destined to be killed. My parents won't even be worried of me going missing. I'm sure they'll start interrogating about where I was and with whom, if I was fu*king around with a guy or not. Ugh, I hate it, I hate them but I still had to reach home quickly.

"Fine, come to the ground floor when you are done. I'll be waiting for you near the main door." Franklin told on his way out.

I did want to say I can leave on my own, but right now my first priority was getting dressed.

I washed my face, wore my clothes lying on the floor and sneaked outside the room making sure that I collide with no one. But nothing was going in my favor since yesterday.

"What was your name…Sophie, was it?" I heard someone ask my name in a cold, deep, intense voice from my behind. That voice was so echoing but at same time somewhat dead and cold that it could had penetrated a hole in my fragile heart.

"Soph-Sophia." I answered obediently, not being able to turn around in fear.

"Right, it was a great night." He commented before disappearing into thin air, I could hear his bold footsteps vanishing.

Processing his statement for about a minute, I turned around to see a long empty corridor. What did he mean by "great night".

"Could it be…..I REALLY HAD S*X BUT NOT WITH FRANKLIN INSTEAD WITH SOMEONE ELSE." I was so shocked that I said it out loud. Thankfully, there was no one around. To be honest, for a second, the possibility of me having s*x with Mr. Blake Wilson, the father of the four Wilson Brothers, struck my mind for a second. No, I can never loose my virginity to an old geezer.

I had to find to find the I slept with last night, any-freaking-how!