The shrill sound of Sophie’s alarm yanked her out of sleep.
Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she was lost in a haze of warmth and comfort. But then, her body went stiff as memories from the night before came rushing back.
She had slept with Alex.
Not once.
Not twice.
Over and over again. In one fucking night.
Sophie squeezed her eyes shut. What is freaking wrong with me?!
Her heart pounded against her ribs as she slowly turned to her side—only to find the bed empty.
The sheets were rumpled, his scent still lingering in the air, but Alex was nowhere to be seen.
Before she could process what that meant, the sound of running water filled the air.
He’s in the shower.
Panic set in.
She was still here. In his bed. Naked.
“Oh, no, no, no,” she muttered under her breath as she scrambled to her feet, grabbing her clothes from the floor.
Her fingers fumbled as she pulled on her dress. She didn’t bother fixing her hair or checking the mirror—she just needed to get the hell out of there before Alex walked out of that bathroom.
Phone. Where was her—
She spotted it on the nightstand and grabbed it.
It was fully charged.
Her brows furrowed. Wait… my battery died last night. Did he… charge my phone?
Before she could dwell on it, she bolted out of the room, tiptoeing as if she was sneaking out of a crime scene.
She made it out of the apartment, found a taxi, and practically jumped inside.
As soon as she reached home, her phone rang.
Sophie frowned. Who the hell was calling this early?
Her eyes widened when she saw the caller ID. Benita.
She hesitated for a second before answering.
“Sophie Carter, finally! You actually answered,” Benita sounded relieved. “You haven’t picked up my calls since last night. Are you safe?”
“I’m sorry, babe. It’s hard to explain everything that’s happened…”
Benita’s voice softened. “Let me guess, you had a one night stand? Well, I’ll take some responsibility for that. I’m the one who dragged you to the bar.”
“I—”
Benita seems to have grown tired of her convoluted expressions.She didn’t let Sofia finish. “You vanished! I waited for you, but when I didn’t see you, I left with that hot guy I was dancing with.”
Sophie sighed. “Yeah… I, um, kind of passed out.”
“WHAT?!”
“I threw up,” Sophie admitted, rubbing her temple. “On my boss’ shirt and his car.”
Silence.
“I was drunk!” Sophie defended again.
Benita’s laughter burst through the phone. “You mean to tell me you, my best friend, got hammered, puked on the almighty Alex Donald, and somehow still ended up in his bed?!”
Sophie nearly dropped her phone. “What—how did you—”
Benita gasped dramatically. “OH MY GOD! SOPHIE! YOU HAD SEX WITH HIM, DIDN’T YOU?!”
Sophie stopped dead in her tracks, her stomach twisting.
She was in her apartment hallway now, but her legs refused to move.
“I— Sophie shut her eyes, groaning. “Lower your voice, will you? The entire building doesn’t need to know!”
Benita’s laughter was pure evil. “Holy crap! This is gold! Spill everything.”
Sophie exhaled as she entered her apartment, throwing her bag onto the couch. “It just… happened. He insisted I stay the night, we talked, we drank… and then…”
“You banged!”
“Shut up..”
“What?” Benita giggled. “How was it? Is he as good as he looks?”
Sophie’s face burned. “I am not discussing this with you.”
“Oh, come on! You can’t drop a bombshell like that and expect me to move on.”
Sophie flopped onto her bed. “I don’t know, okay? I mean… It was amazing. But now, I don’t know what to do. Can I even go to work? How do I face him after this?”
Benita scoffed. “Oh, please. It’s not like you’re the first woman to sleep with her boss. Just act normal.”
“Normal?” Sophie exclaimed. “There is nothing normal about a secretary sleeping with her boss.”
Benita hummed. “Hmm. True. That isn’t a relationship—it’s a situationship.”
Sophie blinked. “A what?”
“A situationship,” Benita repeated, amused. “You know, sex without all the complicated emotions. No strings attached. Just two hot people getting it on.”
Sophie’s stomach twisted. “That’s not what I want.”
“Isn’t it?”
Sophie hesitated.
Was that really all this was? Just sex?
Before she could respond, Benita’s voice turned serious. “C’mon Soph, you know Alex Donald’s reputation in women. Do you really think he might actually be in love with you?”
