SWNOVELS Chapter 1
Chapter 1
On a clear June morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gently waking Camila Blinking away her sleepiness, she shielded her eyes from the glaring light and struggled to sit up in bed.
Ouch!
Pain!
A pounding headache!
Her whole body ached!
Robbing her eyes, she looked around and was startled by the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn’t her bedroom. Where was she?
At the sight of her bare body, her mind came to a halt. She rubbed her forehead, desperately trying to force her memory to function. She
hoped to gain some recollection of her past, which was stubbornly hiding within the depths of her confused mind.
Slowly, the previous night’s events began to replay in her brain. She had caught her boyfriend in the act at a brot h e l.
He had pleaded on his knees, claiming his love for her, explaining that after six months of simply holding hands, he had physical needs.
Camila had ended it right there and stormed out. Her best friend had dragged her to a bar to celebrate her newfound freedom.
Halfway through, her friend had to leave due to an emergency, and Carmila found herself drinking alone. Soon, she was approached by a sleazy man. Slightly under the influence, Camilla reached out, her hand closing around the arm of a stranger who was on the brink of leaving. It was an act born of desperation.
Camila’s head spun as she abruptly turned to see a man sleeping next to her in bed.
As she recalled the intimacy of the previous night, her cheeks burned hot. Had she lost her mind? She had slept with a stranger!
Now wasn’t the time for regrets. She needed to get out of here. Fast.
She quietly slipped out of bed. Her legs gave way, and she fell with a thud. She quickly covered her mouth to stifle any sound. She searched the floor and found only men’s clothing. Glancing up, she saw her lingerie hanging on the sofa arm.
D a m n it!
Panicked, she wrapped herself in the man’s white shirt and tiptoed to the sofa to grab her underwear, and as she turned around…
“Oh my G o d!” Camila screamed, clutching the shirt tightly for fear of exposing herself.
The man in bed was staring straight at her.
Last night, under the dim bar lights, she only knew he was tall. Now, she could see him clearly-gorgeous hazel eyes, a prominent nose, rugged yet refined features, and a jawline that flowed smoothly, undeniably handsome. His bare upper body showcased well-defined abs.
She really had lucked out, grabbing a prime catch on a whim.
Swallowing, Camila forced a calm smile and said, “Good morning.”
The man nodded, his voice lazy as he replied, “Morning.”
With a composed smile, Camila eyed the man while frantically gathering her clothes from the sofa. Once she had all her belongings, she dashed into the bathroom.
Bang-
The door slammed shut a bit too forcefully, Camila didn’t care. She quickly dressed.
She turned on the faucet, splashed water on her face, and stared at her drenched reflection in the mirror, ‘Camila, what were you thinking?
She needed to get out of there right now!
After drying her face with some tissues and taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door.
The man was now dressed in pants but still shirtless, watching her. “My shirt,” he said after a few seconds of staring at her hand.
“Sorry,” Camila muttered, not wanting by further contact. She thought about throwing the shirt at him but instead walked over, handed it to him, and tumed her back.
The men slowly buttoned up the shirt, his movements deliberate