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!

I couldn’t even remember the last time I got this drunk. So, what was really going on here? This whore had done sh*t, huh?

opened immediately, and tons of people rushed inside the room, taking

the room was suddenly filled with journalists, their

flashing and microphones thrusting towards my face.

you two in

sense of the chaos. “I don’t even know her name, “I replied, my voice trembling

could see tears

on your girlfriend?” another journalist asked, pushing their way to the

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

me, and I could feel my head spinning. How did this happen? How did I end up

door. But the journalists refused to budge, continuing to snap

me finally spoke up, her voice shaking. “Please, we don’t know

the reporters seemed relentless, wanting to get every juicy detail of this supposed affair. I felt a surge of protectiveness towards the woman, and I

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

minutes of arguing and pleading, the journalists finally left, their cameras still clicking as they exited the room. I

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 how I ended

out of bed and started pacing around the room, trying to make sense of the situation.

she continued apologizing, with her eyes still

that I was in a complete mess. I couldn’t even look

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

just done that? I had never been a violent person, but

pain and confusion on her face. But I

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