Twenty Three

Adele

The early morning sun rays and the chirps of the birds roused me up from sleep. I yawned loudly, a smile appeared on my lips at the thoughts of what happened last night crossed my mind. I turned to the other side of the bed and it was empty. I sat up, flinching at the soreness in between my thighs. 

"Where am I?" I whispered, the room looked so strange to me, it was not the masters quarters. But where is this place and how did I get here.

I pushed the duvet away, getting off the bed hurriedly. Ignoring the soreness between my thighs. The coldness of the marble floor against my feet and the coolness of the breeze against my naked body made me realise this wasn't a dream.  I looked around the huge room. The wallpapers were pure white, the window drapes were all of burgundy colour.  Two novels were on the Vanity table. One was written by Colleen Hoover and the other by an