Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 23

Chapter 23:.

She seemed to be restless. At last, I grabbed the hem of her clothes and asked, “I’ve shown my sincerity, haven’t I? How did you work it out in the end? Tell me.”

But before I could hear her answer, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was thirsty and my head felt like it was splitting.

I struggled to sit up and the thin quilt slid down my body. Soon I found myself naked. My mind went blank for a few seconds.

I couldn’t remember much of what had happened after I was hammered.

As I glanced around, I discovered that I was in a place I had never been before.

I had too many questions on my mind.

Then, I saw a folded bath towel on the bedside table. I picked it up and used it to

cover my nakedness. Then, I opened the door and stepped out barefoot.

The house was quite big and there were faint noises coming from the first floor.

As soon as I reached the staircase, I saw a group of people playing cards in the downstairs living room. They were the same people who had joined our table the night before. Felix was among them, but I didn’t see Derek.

One of them noticed me and coughed. So, the others followed his gaze and gave me a glance.

They all smiled meaningful smiles. I guessed they must be imagining all sorts of erotic scenes.

Hastily, I turned around and ran back to the room where I was a moment ago.

Leaning against the closed door, I tried to catch my breath.

Thinking that Derek must be the one who had brought me here last night, I decided to call him to ask.

I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and saw that it was turned off.

When I turned it on, the clock showed that it was two o’clock in the morning.

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As soon as the call connected, I heard a dial tone coming from the balcony.

No one answered and the tone kept ringing. So I drew the curtains and went to the balcony. Sure enough, Derek was there, wearing a bathrobe. He was lying on a lounger on the balcony.

It was still dark outside. In the dim moonlight, I could see a small garden outside the balcony.

He was holding a cigarette in one hand and the phone in the other. He must have checked the caller ID, so he didn’t answer.

“Are you awake?” he asked. Then he took a puff on his cigarette before turning his head toward me. The sound of his voice was deep and husky.

My mind became a jumbled mess. I wanted to ask him a lot of questions, but I didn’t know where to start.

With a slight smile, he looked me over from head to toe.

I was very embarrassed to be in the presence of a man I didn’t know well and with only a bath towel to cover me. His piercing gaze didn’t help either.

Unconsciously, I clutched the bath towel to my chest.

Apparently amused, he laughed.

“Why are you so nervous? I’ve seen it all. You have a nice figure, by the way,” he commented.

I felt so ashamed of myself.

Derek was my benefactor, but I ended up sleeping with him. To put it bluntly, I was to blame, as I’d had too much to drink. We were both adults, so I couldn’t ask him to take responsibility for me.

This was too much. But still, how embarrassing!

I just wanted to hide and be alone.

“Sorry to bother you. I’m going to say goodbye now.”

Having said that, I turned around, intending to run away. However, Derek pulled me back and pressed me against the wall.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and slowly lowered his head. He stopped just inches from my face.

“Since you’ve slept with me, you have to take responsibility for it,” he said in a heady voice.

My heart skipped a beat.

I didn’t ask him to take responsibility for me, but he was the one who did.

Then he added, “Last night you put your arms around my neck and wouldn’t let go. You pushed me down on the bed and rode me like a wild woman. Eveline, I’m just a man. Since you needed me so badly, I had to help you.

I stared at him, swallowing my own saliva.

He raised an eyebrow, grinning like an imp. “What, you don’t believe me? I have a recording to prove it. Do you want to hear it? I recorded it because I was afraid you’d deny it later.”

There was a recording? That’s when I imagined what had happened last night according to Derek’s description. If he wasn’t lying, I’d be too embarrassed to go on living.

He smiled and unlocked his phone. It looked like he intended to let me listen to the recording.

So I immediately covered my ears. “I don’t want to hear it!”

The moment I plugged my ears, the bath towel wrapped around me suddenly slid down

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