Page 51 of Caught in the Middle

Chapter Sixteen

The warm sun coming through the cracks of the curtains began to awaken Lucy into a semiconscious state.

Jesus, this bed was soft. She laid there, eyes closed, as she began to regain her senses.

And then she realised that her head was pounding, and her mouth was so dry.

Wait. Where the fuck was she?

She prised an eye open, and tried to garner her surroundings. Through her blurry vision, she realised she was laying in deep purple silk sheets, in a darkly decorated room.

Confused, she forced herself onto her elbows, despite the dizziness, and prised open her other eye.

The bedroom she was in was simply palacial. The high, arched ceiling was painted in ornate, gilded patterns, gold flecks and trimmings everywhere. She was in a four poster bed, and the thick, velvet curtains that were letting in a little bit of light hung from the ceiling all the way down from floor.

The image of the bedroom she was in last night popped into her mind, and this certainly was not it.

And then it was flooding back to her, into her dehydrated, fuzzy head, like a wave of nausea.

She had had sex with Joey Leonardo.

She sunk back into the bed in shock, yanking the covers over her head, trying to block out all the memories that were rushing back for a time when she wasn't feeling so fragile.

But she couldn't.

Why did she drink so much wine?

As much as she tried to stop it, her mind wandered back to last night, giving her memories a hazy, drunken outline. She squashed her head between the mountains of pillows, and forced herself to recollect everything she could, and piece it together in a logical order.

This is what she had managed to come up with:

They'd finished dinner and moved the drinking into another incredible room... the 'drawing room' he'd called it. That much she remembered. He'd put on music... James Brown...Frank Sinatra... she remembers laughing as he pulled her up off of the sofa to dance with him... and he laughed because she was awful.

His deep, musky aftershave drifted up her nose as she leaned her head on his muscular shoulder. He'd pulled her a little closer... the gasp she let out as their hips touched stuck out in her blurry mind.

He poured her another drink, and he led her upstairs. To his quarters... he made a joke about how only lucky girls got to see inside his private quarters...

And then they kissed.

Lucy reached up to touch her cheek, red raw from his stubble.

A rough, passionate kiss.

She remembered how he firmly pushed her onto the bed, lifted up her lace dress, teasing her.

The silk sheets felt blissful against her naked back as he straddled her with his strong, muscular thighs.

His swollen cock, pushing against her panties, and the feeling of desperation she had felt to let him enter her.

She could feel her face turn crimson as she yanked the covers over her head once more, as if that would erase all of the memories she didn't want to indulge.

Well, she felt that she shouldn't indulge them, but she couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach, and a red hot burning fire in her groin.

Although she felt horrifically hungover, she wanted nothing more than to do it again.

She laid there for a while, torn on how she should be feeling. She wasn't an angel, of course she had had one night stands with men she had just met, and she always felt guilty the next day. But they were always her fellow students that she had met out in a club. But Joey Leonardo was a different ball game entirely.

He wasn’t just a man.

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