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 waspletely unaware of


    this woman, including her name, and it is beyond myprehension 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 nced back at me. “And who


    are you?”


    “Who am I? Are you crazy right now?! I don’t remember anything fromst 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!


    But I couldn’t believe it. I had never been so reckless in my life. I couldn’t even remember thest time I


    got this drunk. So, what was really going on here? This whore had done sh*t, huh? Golddiggers.


    The door opened immediately, and tons of people rushed inside the room, taking pictures of us. They


    were journalists.


    I watched in horror as the room was suddenly filled with journalists, their


    cameras shing and microphones thrusting towards my face.


    “Is this your girlfriend, Luke? Are you two in a rtionship?” one of them shouted.


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


    trembling with anger and confusion.


    The woman next to me seemed to shrink into the bed, her eyes wide with shock and fear. I could see


    tears starting to form in her eyes. Bullshit! I feel like choking her to death right now.


    “Is this some kind of scandal, Lukel? Are you cheating on your girlfriend?” another journalist asked,


    pushing their way to the front.


    “I don’t have a girlfriend!” I snapped, my frustration and anger bubbling over. “I don’t even know who


    this woman is!”


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    More questions were thrown at me, and I could feel my head spinning. How did this happen? How did I


    end up in bed with aplete stranger? I could see the headlines now: “Famous Billionaire Caught in


    Scandalous Affair!”


    “Please, just leave us alone,” I pleaded, gesturing towards the door. But the journalists refused to


    budge, continuing to snap photos and ask questions.


    The woman next to me finally spoke up, her voice shaking. “Please, we don’t know what’s going on


    either. Can you please give us some space?”


    But 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 scooted closer to her, draping an arm around her


    shoulders.


    “Enough! We have nothing to say to you, people. Now get out!” I shouted, my voice echoing through


    the room.


    After a few more minutes of arguing and pleading, the journalists finally left, their cameras still clicking


    as they exited the room. I let out a deep breath, my heart still racing from the chaos.


    The woman next 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 how I ended up here.”


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


    stood there, watching me with that sad countenance. Oh, it made me sick.


    “I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she continued apologizing, with her eyes still filled with


    tears.


    I stopped and looked at her. She seemed genuinely remorseful, but that didn’t change the fact that I


    was in aplete mess. I couldn’t even look at her without feeling a surge of anger and disgust.


    Without thinking, I walked towards her and pushed her off the bed. She let out a scream as she fell to


    the ground, hitting her head on the nightstand.


    I stood there, breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down. Should I even feel guilty that I had just


    done that? I had never been a violent person, but my anger and frustration got the best of me.


    The woman looked up at me with fear in her eyes. I could see the pain and confusion on her face. But I


    was definitely not going to feel guilty for my actions.


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


    face? It looks like someone took a sledgehammer to it!” I continued with my hurtful words.


    “Just take a good look at yourself, you whore. You’re trying to sell your body, looking for millions, right?


    Because you’re broke as hell. No wonder you can’t afford to fix that crooked nose of yours. Look at you


    right in this room, like you’re some queen. Newssh, honey, you’re nothing but a lowly prostitute. No


    one will ever take you seriously. Do you hear me?!”


    “Why are you talking to me like that?”


    “Oh, shut up! Just shut your mouth, you fool! You want to ruin my reputation. Isn’t that what you want?


    Or tell me. You also need money, isn’t that right? You’re so desperate for money that you went ahead


    to do shit? Tell me what you want now, you filthy slut!”


    “Your money is not required, and I must reiterate how many times I have to say that I h.dea how I


    ended up here?” I find it offensive that you continue to insult me in this manner by calling me


    derogatory names. I’m not a prostitute, okay?”


    “You watch your mouth, bitch,” I growled. “You better shut up!”


    “Or what? You’ll hit me. That’s all you know how to do. Beating up on women. I don’t know you, but


    after you pushed me from your bed, I think I have a little idea about your terrible demeanor.”


    “Oh, shut up!” I snapped and walked to her, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her towards the door.


    She struggled against my grip, but I was too strong for her. I threw her out of the room and mmed


    the door shut, locking it.


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    I suspended, moving my hands to my face. I knew the sh*t that was going to


    happen after this. Who the hell


    Tas this woman?


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