How did I get so unlucky?

Lucia felt her knees buckle under her. She closed her eyes and prayed for strength. 'Sweet Lord, I did not think my evening would go like this,' she thought. 'Should I be grateful or sad?' She opened her eyes and saw him smirking at her. 

"Other fishes, tsk. Like you'll ever find one like me," Callum said, puffing his chest. 

Lucia gave him a look of disbelief. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to untangle the mess she had made of it. She heard his words and wished she could take back everything she had said. 'How did I get so unlucky?' She thought. How did I end up with this delusional fool ? She was tempted to slap that proud smile off his face. 

Not really wanting to hear any more of Callum's braggadocio. Lucia made her way to the bathroom. Surprisingly, he didn't try to stop her, and she closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in the dimly lit room.

In the bathroom, Lucia leaned against the door and took a deep breath. 'I need to calm down and clear my head.' She walked straight to the sink, where a mirror was hanging on the wall. She looked at herself and gasped.

Lucia noticed some marks on her neck as she looked at herself in the mirror. They were red and purple, and shaped like lips. She had seen enough of Rose's love bites to recognize them. 

"Omg, he marked me like a dog." She leaned closer to the mirror and touched the marks gently. They felt tender and sore. She leaned back and gasped again. "How do I leave here now?" She wondered. "Everyone's going to know what I've done when they see me walking out like this. This is really too shameful. She wished she had a scarf or a turtleneck to cover up her neck, but she had none. She cursed herself for being so reckless and stupid."

Lucia pointed at herself in the mirror, as if accusing herself of a crime. "Yeah, good job, you. Look at yourself. Just one night out and you look like this." She looked like a mess, with her hair tangled, and her neck covered in kiss marks. 

Lucia brought her hand to pinch the space between her eyes, as if trying to erase the memory in her head. "I will never leave the house again," she vowed. She brought her hand down and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Looking at herself one last time and shook her head. Bringing her hands to the tap and turning it on, she began to wash up, hoping to wash away the evidence of her wild night.

Lucia checked herself again in the mirror, after a quick clean up. She adjusted her hair so that it covered her neck, hiding the kiss marks. She was satisfied with her appearance, as she looked clean and fresh. Satisfaction oozed from her pores as she confidently strode towards the bedroom door.

As the door swung open, a blinding burst light flooded in, like a spotlight on the grand stage. Lucia squinted and blinked, taking in the scenery. And there he was, the ever-charming Callum, standing by the window, fully dressed and looking as dashing as ever.

Lucia couldn't help but think, "No wonder I trusted this guy from the get-go." 

The sound of the door swinging open caught Callum's attention. He turned, his eyes locking onto Lucia as if he'd just discovered a pot of gold. Lucia stood there, and for a split second, they both looked like characters out of a comic.

Callum left the window and walked towards the edge of the bed, putting his hands in his pockets and he looked at her casually. "If you're done, shall we?"

Lucia was a bit stunned by his change of attitude. He looked aloof and indifferent, as if nothing had happened between them. She moved closer to him and stared at him, trying to read his expression. She couldn't help but ask, "Did something happen?" 

Still staring back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. His lips curved up in a playful smile. "Do you want something to happen?" He teased, making her blush. 

Lucia, a tad bewildered, gave him one last perplexed look before deciding to play it cool. "Never mind," she mumbled, feeling like maybe she was just overthinking things.

But as she shifted her gaze away from him, her eyes landed on the bed, which looked like a hurricane had just passed through it. Flustered and embarrassed, she quickly averted her eyes,