Chapter 3

~Megan

I felt really embarrassed, like way worse than being on fire. I couldn't even look at the guy, so I just turned my head away. "Let me go," I told him, my voice all rough and quiet. "I just want to leave."

He finally let go of my arm, and I quickly moved away from him, my legs shaking. I yanked on my clothes without daring to glance at him. I just wanted to get out of there, away from feeling so embarrassed and ashamed.

I headed for the door, my hand shaking as I reached for the handle.

Before I could open it, his voice came from behind. "You can't run from this," he said, sounding low and threatening.

I turned to face him, my hands clenched into fists. "You're a monster," I told him, my voice shaking with anger. "You used me, and now you're trying to control me."

He smiled, and it hurt. "You think I'm trying to control you?" He sounded amused..

"I'm just stating the facts. You had a one-night stand with a stranger, and now you have to deal with the consequences," he said, his words hanging heavy in the air.

I was really angry when I left the room, feeling a heavy anger in my chest. As I walked down the halls, my mind was all over the place. Standing there, tears were rolling down my face, and it felt like my heart was breaking, almost like a bad dream. I knew I couldn't let him off the hook. I had to make him pay for what he did.

I headed back to the room, with so many ideas racing through my mind.

As I opened the door, I saw him, back in bed, sleeping peacefully. I felt a surge of rage, and I knew what I had to do. I crept closer, a plan forming in my mind. He would never see it coming. He would never know what hit him.

Determined to lighten the heavy mood, I decided to get back at Charles.

I grabbed his clothes, smirking and thinking, "Time for a little payback."

Quietly, I tiptoed to the bathroom, turning on the tap to flood Charles' room. Chuckling to myself, I heard him stir, and I hid swiftly to avoid being seen.

Whispering with a mischievous grin, "This should teach you a lesson – don't mess with people you've just met."

After I let the water flow in the room for a bit, I checked to see if it looked good to me. The water was flowing pretty strong, and I felt satisfied aiming it at Charles's bed. The foam was almost soaked to the top. I stood there, smiling at Charles and how silly he looked lying on a wet bed. Quickly, I made my escape as Charles tried to wake up.

Hiding in the hallway, I heard Charles shout, "What's going on? Where are my clothes?" His panic only made me feel more satisfied.

Out in the hallway, I saw Charles run out with a sheet quickly wrapped around him. The sight was so funny, and I couldn't help but tease him, "Enjoying the surprise, Charles?"

His face turned really red, like he was super embarrassed. "Megan, what the hell has gotten into you? This is not funny! Where are my clothes?" he demanded, sounding pretty frustrated.

Chuckling, I said, "Think of it as payback for your little prank."

He looked at me with disbelief. "Come on, you're just a call-girl," he declared, kinda showing he didn't think much of me.

“Maybe next time, show some respect to ladies!" I replied, sounding a bit defiant.

With that, I disappeared around the corner, leaving Charles really mad and swearing to get back at me.

“I'm going to deal with you, Megan! I swear to God!” he yelled, clearly pissed.

"You wish!" I smiled, walking away, not paying much attention to his angry rants.