The Love From Vengeance

134 HOW WE COLLIDED

LUKE’S POV

EIGHT YEARS AGO

I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping and the sun shining through the window. As I slowly opened my eyes, I felt a weight on my chest and saw a woman lying next to me in bed. My heart stopped as I realized that we were both half–naked.

Confusion and panic flooded my mind as I tried to remember what happened the previous night. I had gone out with my friends for a few drinks, but everything was a blur after that. I couldn’t recall how I ended up in bed with this woman.

I let out a gasp and quickly sat up, causing the woman to stir a little bit. She didn’t wake up, and my mind wasn’t settled about this one. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was completely unaware of this woman, including her name, and it is beyond my comprehension how we ended up in the same bed. My mind was racing with questions and frustration.

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled, my voice filled with intense rage, because this was just so fucked up!”

The woman sat up immediately and looked at me in shock. She scanned the room, making a confused face, and she gasped immediately.

“Where am I?” she asked, her voice now filled with worry. And then she glanced back at me. “And who are you?”

“Who am I? Are you crazy right now?! I don’t remember anything from last night. How did you end up in my bed?” I demanded.

The woman’s expression turned serious as she realized the situation. But she was still looking confused as she drove her hands through her hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Aren’t you going to answer my question? How the frick did you end up in my goddamn bed?!” I snapped.

“I have no idea, okay? I genuinely have no idea how I got here,” she answered, and it seemed like she was about to burst into tears. But I wasn’t going to care one bit. Hell no!

life. I couldn’t even remember the last time I got this drunk. So,

inside the room, taking pictures of us. They were

watched in horror as the room was suddenly filled

and microphones thrusting

Luke? Are you two in a relationship?” one of them shouted.

head, trying to make sense of the chaos. “I don’t even know her name, “I replied, my voice trembling with anger and

the bed, her eyes wide with shock and fear. I could see tears starting to form in her eyes. Bullshit! I

Lukel? Are you cheating on your girlfriend?” another journalist asked, pushing their

snapped, my frustration and anger bubbling over. “I don’t even

end up in bed with

pleaded, gesturing towards the door. But the journalists refused to budge, continuing to

finally spoke up, her voice shaking. “Please, we don’t know what’s going on

detail of this supposed affair. I felt a surge

to you, people. Now get out!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the

and pleading, the journalists finally left, their cameras still clicking as they exited

to me looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I don’t even know

sense of the situation. The woman stood

didn’t mean for this to happen,” she continued apologizing, with

her. She seemed genuinely remorseful, but that didn’t change the fact that I was in a complete mess. I couldn’t

towards her and pushed her off the bed. She let out a scream as she fell to the ground, hitting her head on

calm myself down. Should I even feel guilty that I had just done

could see the pain and confusion on her face. But I was definitely not going to feel

nothing but a golddigger, you bitch!” I snarled. “You say you’re pretty, huh? You call that a