Sweet Temptations My lover My Exs Father

~Clarissa's POV~

Ugh. How much did I drink last night?.

The question came out groggy, through my croaked voice, asking no one in particular. As my hand instinctively grabbed at my forehead that throbbed with pain from a hangover......the after effect of my drunken state.

My eyes slowly peeled open, as I took in my surrounding despite the haze that fogged my vision. A soft glow of sunlight pierced through a gap in the heavy curtains, irradiating the room before me.

My eyes snapped wide awake, as reality dawned on me that this wasn't my room but an unfamiliar place, as panic and fear now gnawed at my heaving chest.

Where was this? and How did I even get here?. I pondered.

The last thing I remember was having the time of my life at my bachelorette party last night. A rite of passage closing the chapters on my last moments as a single woman.

The club, the laughters, the hearty cheers, the clinking of wine glasses, but everything else after that is a blur........a terrifying void.

Wait. I also vaguely remember taking some shots of tequila, before I felt an unusual sense of dizziness, my mind slipping in and out, like a wave of sleepiness had washed over me, pulling me down with it.

"No! It can't be". I gasped.

Was I drugged last night?.

The horrid thought sent a cold chill that rippled through me, as I shot up from the bed beneath me.

In a state of panic, with tremored hands I clutched the edge of the duvet and yanked it off, as my bulged eyes darted down to my body.

Thankfully my clothes were still on, despite how twisted and disheveled they looked, but it does nothing to soothe my wrecked nerves as I used my hands to thoroughly examine my stomach, my cleavages, all the way down to my thighs to ensure there wasn't any sign of force inflicted on me.

"Oh, thank God". I heaved out a sigh of relief, finding nothing unusual after confirming my fears.

Taking another glance across the room, judging by the furniture pieces, the faint smell of cigarettes from the ash tray filled with cigarette butts, it didn't look like someone's home but more like a cheap motel.

A motel! Gosh, I can only imagine what my fiance would say if he saw me like this, despite being alone in a room I still had no idea how I got to.

He would definitely loose his head over this.

Speaking of my fiance. I desperately looked around in search of my phone, when I saw it laid faced down on the bed stand and I grabbed at it swiftly.

Shit! I cussed out.

Just after seeing the countless calls, and a message from my best friend......Diane.

"Where the hell are you Rissa? Did you forget your getting married today?".

The wedding!

Ofcourse. How could I forget I was getting married today, as I quickly stumbled out of the bed, steadying my wobbled legs on the floor. I straightened out my crumpled clothes, picked up my remaining items and dashed out the door, closing it behind me as I head out into the bustling street to flag down a taxi.

All I could do was pray I didn't do anything stupid last night I was bound to regret.

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Standing in front of the full length mirror, my breathe hitched as I looked at my reflection. The dress I had taken my time to pick out months ago looked breathtaking as I grinned in admiration of how it hugged my body, accentuating my curves perfectly.

My hair was styled elegantly, framing my face, as the veil rested gently over my head. And for a moment I felt like royalty.

Today was finally my wedding day.

A day I had looked forward to and dreamt of, ever since I was a little girl who grew up watching Disney princesses get married to princes. And in a couple of hours I too would be saying "I Do!" to my own prince charming.........Eric Gonzales, my fiance, the love of my life and soon to be husband.

Eric and I met in college. He was what most people called a "social butterfly".

Hot. Drop dead gorgeous. Rich and a ladies magnet. Seeing how ladies always fought for his attention.

While I on the other hand, was the opposite attraction. A nerd, a geek, and super introverted.

So imagine the shock factor when people heard we were going out. I too couldn't believe it at first, because how did a girl like me, land a billionaire prince like him. Brooklyn's most eligible bachelor.

Crazy right?

Most people assumed we wouldn't last up to a month. Two weeks tops they said, but we beat all the odds and would soon exchange our vows in front of our friends, family and possibly the whole world at the alter.

Just thinking about it made me feel excited and nervous at the same time, as my fingers fiddled with the helm of my dress.

"You look stunning Rissa". Diane's voice interrupted, pulling me from my thoughts, as she stood in the doorway of my bridal suite, her eyes gleaming with joy.

Diane was my best friend since childhood and college sorority sister. We had been through every phase of life together, the high and low moments.

Heck, we even shared the same dream of getting hitched at 22 and here I was being the first to fulfill our aged long dream, with Diane as my maid of honor. I couldn't have envisioned it any other way.