Free Misguided:Short Erotic Romantic Suspense (Adult Erotica for Women) by Kenzi Costello

Chapter
1 – Blur
    Present Day
    “ Ethan . Ethan ,” the voice murmurs and startles me awake. As my eyes flicker
open, I recognise the voice as my own, uttering my boyfriend’s name in a dream.
I instinctively reach out to the sideboard to check my mobile phone. Instead I
pick up something that feels like a large plastic key-fob. Within seconds my
mind starts to race, my surroundings are shrouded in darkness but I figure I
must be in a hotel. My head feels heavy from dehydration as I frantically try
to piece together the previous night’s events.
    I recall
having an almighty row with my boyfriend, Ethan, over accusations of his
supposed infidelity. Then, out of anger and frustration I had gone out with
friends with the sole intention of getting pissed on absurd amounts of liquor.
This was so out of character for me. When I was 16, my father had taken a video
of me muttering incoherently, with cider splattered through my dishevelled hair
and mascara smudged down my face. I had been so horrified by it’s ugliness that
I hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol in thirteen years. Well, until now.
    I start to
have flashbacks but most of the night is still a blur. The last thing I
remember is being helped into a car by two guys wearing matching wine-red
chinos. Actually, now I think about it, that was probably just the severe
double-vision. I do remember thinking that he seemed tall and oh so fit, with a
buzz-cut hairstyle and I’m pretty sure I threw myself at him. Oh God, the shame
of it, proof that I wanted to get my revenge on Ethan and a clue to how badly I
was hurting. After that I think I passed out on the back seat. As the panic
sets in of where I am, I hear an indistinct murmur from behind me, and then a
broad, muscly arm stretches lazily over to rest on my hip.
    Oh crap! As much as I suspect Ethan has betrayed me, this is definitely not the
answer!
    I freeze, too ashamed and
terrified to turn around. Although, with my panties still on, I feel safe,
strangely enough, as if they are my shield. I imagine that if I was in any
danger, I would have been exposed to it by now.
    Now this is a first. Until now I’ve never had a one night stand; Ethan has been my only
lover. Let’s see what all my friends would make of this – maybe now they will
drop their affectionate but patronising “Prissy Pru” nickname for me.
    I can’t
believe, that for a split second, I feel quite proud of losing my conservative
status. Almost immediately feelings of guilt set in as my thoughts turn back to
Ethan. A jealousy swells inside me as I imagine the undoubted female attention
that he would have got last night dressed in naval uniform for his friend
Jonah’s, stag night.
    Right now, I
hate and love Ethan with equal passion, hate because of the misery he’s caused
me and love, well, because my stubborn heart tells me so. Just recently I was
seeing less and less of him and when I did, he seemed too tired to get frisky.
What was more cause for concern was that he had even rejected my advances.
Ethan refuse sex? Anyone that knew Ethan would say that this was as likely as
Justin Bieber refusing a twitter follower – unheard of! How much longer would I
have to rely on my vibrating toysfor
enjoyment? It was a standing joke with my best friend that if I wanted an
orgasm, I’d have to buy batteries first.
    There always seems to be other
distractions in his life, his work, his family, his friends, or so he
says, and now I was beginning to feel like a little-girl-lost, vying for his
attention. I dreaded life without him but my nightmare was becoming more real
each day.
    If he ever
found out about my misdeed, there would be one of two outcomes; it would be the
nail in the coffin of our shaky relationship and an excuse for him to escape
from it, or, it would shock him into realising he didn’t want to lose me.
    In all
honesty, I couldn’t risk this getting out, for the health and safety of the
unwitting man lying beside me more than anything. I was