Sinful Promises (The Sinful #1)

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Sorryyyy girly! Left with the bartender. šŸ˜‰

Luvā€™ yaaa!

What. The. Hell.

I felt a knot form in my stomach as I stared at the screen, the realization sinking in that Claire had left without me.

I couldnā€™t help but feel a pang of betrayal mixed with disappointment.

She begged me to join her at a place I donā€™t particularly enjoy, only to ditch me the first chance she got.

With a heavy heart, I pocketed my phone and turned to leave the club.

As I made my way outside, my feet throbbing and calling out for relief, I waved my hand frantically for a cab.

A sleek black SUV pulled up beside me, and without hesitation, I kicked off my heels, flung open the door, and practically collapsed onto the back seat.

ā€œTake me home, please,ā€ I mumbled to the driver.

Sleep was beginning to elude me as the events of the night swirled in my mind, leaving me feeling drained and defeated.

It wasnā€™t until I sank into the soft embrace of my bedā€™s sheets that a chilling realization dawned on meā€”I hadnā€™t uttered a word about where ā€œhomeā€ was to the driver.

Chapter

Two

ā€œThere is no greater sorrow than to recall a happy time when miserable.ā€

? Dante Alighieri

Sofiya

No, I must have given him my address; Iā€™m just too hungover to remember it.

How would a stranger know where I live?

It didnā€™t make sense.

I’ve been pondering what happened last night for the past thirty minutes, walking out of the house to clear my head and regain some much-needed energy to study today.

When I woke up this morning, my head felt ready to explode.

Covered in sweat, my breath reeking of a mix of vomit and alcohol, I almost had a panic attack trying to understand what had happened until some memories of the night came back.

Claire and I had been whining about our high heels, then she left me alone to sneak out with a bartender. I rushed to the toilet to empty my stomach and crashed in the back of a taxi to go home.

I panicked a bit thinking about how I put myself in danger but was grateful to be safe and sound in the comfort of my bed, still wearing the same outfit as the night before.

Yep, I must have babbled my address, and the driver made his best effort to find my place.

Thank God he did.

ā€œHereā€™s your lavender matcha. Enjoy! And feel free to leave us a good review,ā€ the barista said with a smile as he handed me my drink.

Smiling warmly, I thanked him and found a cozy spot on one of the sofas in the coffee shop.

After last nightā€™s fiasco, I desperately needed a change of scenery to heal my hangover, so on my walk of shame and desperation, I decided to spend the day studying at Mon Petit Bonheur, my go-to place whenever I needed a break from home.


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