She Belongs To Him

16. Friend

Chloe's POV

My eyes opened with the sunlight trying to invade the room through the curtains and a sheering pain struck my head. Almost felt like someone was piercing a needle right through the temples and it made my vision blurry. After a handful of serious attempts, I made my body to sit up.

Glancing all across the room I saw a glass on the table. somehow managing to get up from my bed, I went to the tray with a little tablet and a note which said,

'Have this lemonade, you will feel better and if you still have headache take the tablet too. Good morning.'

An involuntary smile curved up my lips, making me blush as I picked up the glass. I felt better after having the lemonade, though the headache was still there. When my eyes landed on the clock, I realised I have to get ready quickly.

I dragged my feet to the washroom, lazily hanging my arms around looking for my toothbrush. But my eyes widened when I looked at myself in the mirror. My heartbeat rose looking at my half-unbuttoned shirt, which exposed my bra and cleavage. But the real shock was when I went closer to the mirror and found a hickey on my neck.

A HICKEY?

I touched my neck tracing it under my nail and felt a sharp pain like a burning scratch, only to feel a similar but lighter pain all over my neck and breasts. Goosebumps rising all over my body were giving a hint of this sudden fear that took over and I tried recalling what happened last night, with every ounce of my existence because my mind was absolutely blank.

Did someone take advantage of me? No, I was in the room the whole time. But should I do a pregnancy test? Nonsense, that's not possible, there's no way that could happen. I did get horribly drunk and barely remember anything, though. Did Christian do something? NO WAY! What if he actually did? Because he was the only one here the whole time.

But did he really?

The mere idea of blaming him for it, tormented me, especially because I almost doubted him the previous night as well, for which he got mad at me. But he sent me the lemonade, so he surely knows what happened last night. I was clear about the situation yet the discomfort of having to ask him made me feel dizzy.

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"Yeah, we did review the report, I liked it so far, but I want a more detailed analysis, focus more on the regional section this time." Christian said, to the man sitting in front of him.

"Sure, sir." He responded immediately.

We were in the conference room of the hotel, with about eight people listening everything to what Christian was saying, except for one; me. My brain couldn't clear away the urge to ask him every detail about last night. I was nervous but at the same time a curiosity stricken thought never left my head.

"Ms. Cameron."

I had loads of questions filling my thinking process, yet no part of my body had the daring to ask him. Because, one, I had already made him upset by doubting him once, almost blaming him for something he didn't do; two, what if he simply doesn't know anything about the love bite and my image degrades in his mind even further; I just couldn't gather the audacity to question him.

"Chloe."

In a situation like this I am always reminded of Claire, if only she was here, I could've asked her everything. I know she would come up with some solution for this issue. She would never let me drink alone so carelessly. My head was stuffed and on top of that, my real concern was the pregnancy test. Although I don't feel anything weird but I wouldn't be fully sure until I have not checked at least once.