Bright sunlight pierced through the small gaps in the heavy curtains of the bedroom, lighting up the whole room.
"Ughhh..." Elena groaned, burying her face into the pillows, desperately trying to block out the light.
She felt her head pounding as if someone was hammering her brains. The Nirvana whisky was taking a brutal revenge on her.
"God! I am never drinking again," She let out a heavy sigh and tried to sit up, "Aghh!"
She instantly winced as she felt a sharp ache shot through her inner thighs and her lower back.
'Since when did a hangover make my entire body hurt?' she thought bitterly, opening her eyes in annoyance. She grabbed the edge of the heavy white duvet and pulled the sheets back to get out of bed.
And instantly, the cool morning air hit her bare skin.
Elena stopped midway as her eyes snapped wide open. She looked down at her chest, then down to her legs, realising with a sudden jolt of shock that she was completely naked.
'Why am I naked?' Her mind raced, a knot forming in her stomach.
She abruptly sat up, clutching the duvet to her chest, and frantically looked around. Her highly organised bedroom was an absolute disaster zone.
Her black lace panties were ripped perfectly in half, lying discarded near the door. Glass perfume bottles were shattered into pieces by the dresser. Her vanity mirror was smeared with handprints.
'What the hell happened here?'
As she looked around in confusion, the memories hit her.
It wasn't a blurry, or a drunken haze.
She remembered every single detail with terrifying, crystal-clear clarity.
She remembered begging Rick if she wasn't sexy enough?
She remembered begging him to ruin her.
She remembered getting on her knees on this very mattress and taking his thick cock deep into her throat.
She remembered looking at herself in the mirror while she screamed how she belonged to him.
She remembered the loud, sharp slaps on her bare ass cheeks, that left her wanting for more.
She remembered the uncontrollable climaxes that completely broke her mind.
She remembered everything.
And by the end, her cheeks had turned red.
"God," Elena whispered into the empty, quiet room, "How can I do that?"
"I... I acted like a desperate slut."
The strict, untouchable Ice Queen of St. Jude's Hospital had completely and utterly humiliated herself in front of a guy she had met barely a few hours ago.
She had abandoned a decade of her chastity in a single night?
But as the memories washed over her, and she remembered Rick's kisses, she raised her fingers to her lips.
A soft, undeniable smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She couldn't deny it... She had absolutely loved every single second of it.
Finally gathering her thoughts, Elena slipped out of the bed, as her legs trembled as her feet hit the cold hardwood floor.
She quickly made her way to her walk-in closet, grabbed a sleek black silk robe, and wrapped it tightly around her bare body, tying the belt firmly at her waist to hide her marked skin.
She then walked out of the bedroom and towards the stairs.
She looked down the long, quiet hallway, hoping that Rick had grabbed the passed-out nurse, and walked out the front door before sunrise.
She wanted her house to be completely empty so she could take a long, boiling hot shower, scrub the scent of sex off her skin, and figure out her next move.
She crept quietly down the steps, holding her breath. But as she reached the ground floor, an incredibly mouth-watering aroma drifting to her nose.
'What is this smell?' Elena walked past the living room, and found that Maya was still there.
The young nurse was fast asleep on the white leather sofa, curled into a tight ball in her wrinkled blue scrubs, snoring softly.
Elena's eyes narrowed as she continued walking inside the house and stopped only when she had reached the kitchen.
And right there in the kitchen he was there. Rick was there.
Standing in front of the counter he was completely barefoot.
He was still wearing his tailored trousers, but his chest was entirely bare, exposing his broad shoulders and toned muscles.
Over his neck and tied loosely around his waist was her bright yellow floral kitchen apron.
He was holding a silicone spatula, expertly flipping eggs and thick cuts of bacon in a sizzling frying pan.
The smell of fresh, strong coffee filled the air, mixing with scent of the spices he had used.
Rick didn't look the slight bit restless as if last night did not even happen.
He looked completely relaxed, humming quietly to himself, looking as if it was just any other day for him.
Rick felt something move behind him and he turned his head to look over his shoulder and spotted Elena quietly standing right outside the kitchen staring at him.
Rick's lips curled up in a bright smile when he saw her. It was completely opposite to the shameful morning after sex escape Elena had thought he would have done.
"Good morning, Doc," Rick greeted her, "Good that you are awake."
"I was about to come, wake you up."