The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 35

The morning after brought a splitting headache.

Penelope shook her head a few times, trying to clear the fog. When she finally managed to open her eyes, she found herself on a massive hotel bed, tied up with what felt like strips of fabric.

Panic surged through her. She struggled to sit up, but her hands and feet were bound, rendering her immobile.

What happened last night? She remembered a man dragging her into this room, throwing her onto the bed, and then… looming over her.

Oh God. Had she been…?

She couldn’t bear to complete the thought. She thrashed wildly, trying to break free, but the knots held fast.

“You bastard! Just you wait! I’m going to kill you!” she screamed. The burst of anger seemed to clear her head slightly.

She realized she was tied up with bedsheets. They couldn’t be that secure. Taking deep breaths, she managed to work her hands behind her back and began to patiently pick at the knots. After fifteen sweaty, frustrating minutes, she was finally free. Without pausing to catch her breath, she grabbed her purse, dug out her phone, and prepared to call the police.

But then she noticed what she was wearing: a man’s white shirt.

Well, it wasn't exactly white anymore. It was covered in lipstick stains.

A memory surfaced. She was tugging at a man’s shirt, demanding he take it off.

“This is mine! It’s my princess dress! You thief, give it back!”

Penelope cringed. Was that really her? Could she have actually done something so mortifying?

The next memory was even clearer. The man, looking utterly exasperated, tried to push her away. She had leaped onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting messy, lipstick-smeared kisses all over his pristine white shirt.

“See? I told you it was my princess dress! Here’s the proof!”

He pushed her off, she jumped back on. Finally, defeated, he had taken off the shirt and given it to her. She had then proceeded to joyfully change into it, stripping off her own clothes right in front of him.

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