Mommy, Where's Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return

Chapter 23: The Eventful Night II

FLASHBACK CONTINUATION: NEARLY SIX YEARS AGO.

After entering the room, Samantha nearly fell on the floor while trying to balance herself. She was leaning against the wall with her hand, guiding her way inside the room.

She had to acknowledge how badly drunk and intoxicated she was, all thanks to her stepsister, Annie.

Aside from getting tipsy, she still could not get over the strange burning sensation on her body. She was still feeling excited and... hot all over.

Her eyes narrowed at the dark room, barely able to see clearly. Only the lights to the bathroom were turned on.

"Clayton? It's me," she called with her voice trailing off.

With hooded eyes, she carelessly made her way to the bed.

Feeling the heat of her body, she just took off her clothes and while muttering, "I feel so hot... Aaaah... So hot... Clay. Clay?"

Even if her supposed boyfriend was unresponsive, lying on the bed face down, that did not stop Samantha from fully getting naked and climbing onto the bed. "Clay, I'm here."

Samantha was already feeling her vision going round in circles. That was how badly stoned she was.

Getting under the sheets, she pressed her body against the man and embraced his back. She meant to seek comfort from all the unrecognizable sensation she was having.

Again and again, she kept calling her boyfriend's name, "Clay? Clay, I'm here... I'm finally here."

Despite not being able to see distinctly, Samantha began to kiss the man's neck and back, urging him to face her and kiss her back. "Take me, Clay... Take me."

Her very own actions further ignited the wildfires in her body, especially since she unknowingly took in an aphrodisiac. She found herself rubbing her torso against the man... until finally; he turned around.

Samantha continued to throw herself at him, immediately and carelessly kissing at the man's face until finding his lips.

Eventually, the man responded with the same intensity as she did, and for the rest of the night; the man took over the activities in that room.

***

Ethan Wright also had too much to drink during the party. He did not know what his friend mixed in his booze, but his recognition was not at its best.

Earlier that evening, he complained about noticing how he was feeling boosted, yet he swore his vision was debatable.

His friend, Lance Carter, started introducing him to some women, but they were never to his liking. Ethan was never a ladies' man, nor did he see any benefits to it.

It was only when Ethan berated Lance about attempting to get him involved in a woman, did his friend admitted to spiking his drink.

Lance Carter just laughed at what he did, telling Ethan that he needed to unwind and get laid.

It was because Ethan disliked the condition that he was in that he opted not to return home. His friend, Lance Carter, gave him a key card to a room from one of his 'no show' guests.

Lance kept the other key, promising to wake Ethan in the morning.

The moment he entered the room, Ethan took a cold shower, hoping to dismiss the heat on his body.

Whatever it was that he took in, it was causing him to get all excited, especially his manhood.

He came out of the shower, with just a towel around his waist and crawled into the bed to sleep.

In the middle of his rest, he noticed softness on his back. It was rubbing against his bare back, stirring him completely and seemingly re-activating whatever he ingested.

The second he felt kisses on his neck and hearing a woman's voice, he suddenly felt chills down his spine. All the more, when he turned around, the same woman with a soft and slender body kissed him carelessly.

It could not be helped. The flames to his desire burned, and he kissed back with the same passion, immediately indulging.

Gone was his logic.

Back then, he thought, apart from whatever was making his body so aroused, the woman was strangely... desirable.

They wound up having sex more than once that evening with Ethan taking the lead.

***

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When Samantha's eyes fluttered open, she felt her head was about to explode. She woke up with a terrible headache, instantly shutting her eyes back.

"Oh, God! What happened?" She softly asked herself as she took heavy breaths, rolling to the other side of the bed.

To her shock, she noticed a man's figure next to her. Her eyes widened, trying to remember what happened last night.

'I was drunk... I was drunk... Right, Annie led me to Clayton's roo - but wait! Oh, my God! This isn't Clayton!' Her insides were screaming, understanding how this man, who was facing down the pillow, had dark black hair whereas Clayton had dark blond hair.

Moreover, the man next to her seemed more lean and tall than her boyfriend, Clayton.

'What have I done? What have I done!' She repeatedly asked herself in silence.

While still under the blanket, the horror in her face could not be denied as she clutched against her legs. When she realized she was completely naked, more images flashed through her head of how she was being intimate with this unknown man.

The awareness hit her; Samantha just gave up her first to a man she never knew!

A tear fell down her cheek as she got off the bed, her hands trembled in anger. She was definitely angry with herself for being negligent.

All she wanted was to prove how much she loved Clayton, but in the end, she gave up herself to another man.

She frantically got dressed in a panic before she thought of leaving the man a note... and a hundred-dollar bill.

Samantha only took a moment to freshen up before finally exiting the hotel room, leaving the man alone, not even finding out his name.

***

An hour passed.

Like Samantha, Ethan also woke up with a pain in his head. He groaned as he rolled to lie on his back.

As he massaged his temples, he realized something; he was with a woman last night and they shared a night of intimacy. His eyes opened abruptly, noticing how he was clearly alone.

However, recalling the last night's events, he was certain that he was with a woman.

It was seconds later that he noticed a note on the bedside table, along with a hundred-dollar bill.

The note suggested for Ethan to forget about what happened.

"Fuck. Who does she think she is?!" He could not help but curse! He was given a tip for pleasing a woman?

Ethan tried his best to imagine the woman's face, but he could not make out an image. All he could remember was the fact that she tasted like a margarita and how her skin was so soft.

Furious, Ethan got changed and walked out of the hotel room, going straight to the hotel lobby. He introduced himself as the sole heir to the Wright Diamond Corporation and paid off the hotel manager to delete all the surveillance pointing out to his room.

He made sure to leave a threat to the hotel manager if any of the videos were leaked. Only after getting a commitment did Ethan leave The Golden Eagle Hotel and drove off to his home.

Ethan did not care about the woman he slept with. The fact that she was able to easily ignore, having been intimate with him, only meant she was used to climbing into a man's bed!

He felt utterly disgusted, having given his first to a woman of such kind.

As he was driving the car, perfectly enraged, he muttered, "No one will ever know. No one."