The Wrong Woman

Mila lay on the bed and slightly moved before drifting into a deep sleep. "Chubs?" Nathan's fingers gently brushed her bangs aside. He tucked the disheveled strands behind her ear.

Nathan frowned. "Chubs, wake up. You can't sleep like this," he said in a low and seductive voice. "You will catch a cold if you kick off the blanket at night.”

Mila only felt a buzzing noise in her ears. She impatiently rubbed her ears with her hand, then moved to sleep on her side.

Nathan resigned and sighed. He covered her with the blanket again. He was afraid that he couldn't control his desire, so he laid out an air mattress on the floor and slept there.

Nathan didn't sleep well that night. He woke up several times in the middle of the night to check if Mila had kicked off the blanket.

He spent the whole night looking after her.

The next morning, the sun rose beautifully. There was a refreshing breeze blowing in from the balcony. The curtains were fluttering and making the room warm.

Mila woke up groggily from a deep sleep. She opened her eyes and looked around, then rubbed her eyes.

She recalled what had happened yesterday.

After parting ways with Nathan, she felt upset, so she went to the bar with Sienna. She drank a lot of alcohol, and then...

continued to recall, but her memory was fragmented. The pictures were muddled

when she vomited. Not only that, but he seemed to

suddenly realized. She opened her eyes in shock and

she

crazy. What exactly did she do with Nathan after

as she gasped. She nervously lifted the blanket and peeked at

in sex uncontrollably when drunk. She pulled up the blanket to cover her head because she felt very

completely crazy. She had slept with Nathan,

time, so how could she forget

but couldn't, so she hit the

remembering a thing, but she was also

yesterday, and she hadn't forgiven him. How could he take advantage of her

wanted to sleep with her, he should have waited until she was sober. At least let her

man was so

But when she was too drunk to be aware of her surroundings, he took advantage of

and sat up. Just as she was about to get out of bed, she noticed the clean clothes on the

myriad of thoughts. She absent-mindedly put on her