Chapter 11: Not my mate

Heather’s Point of View

I had no recollection of what occurred last night. It was a point of contention with me whether it was all a dream or whether it was all real. I just awoke with my body aching and unable to stand. My throat and head also suffer for unknown causes. The most recent episode that sprang to me was when I seduced Theodore. Following that, I had no memory.

I sat down on the bed to have a glance around in case I was next to him, but I couldn't see anybody. However, something attracted my attention to where the mini throne was… I examined it carefully to ensure I wasn't seeing things incorrectly, but no matter how many times I peered at it, it didn't go from my vision.

It was a painting of tears streaming from the corner of my eye as a man tower over me. His arm was broad, and it seemed to be possessive while wrapping my foot around his waist, as if I didn't want to let go of him any longer.

I couldn't take my head away from it and realized that it wasn't a dream. La