Chapter 81

She couldn't sleep that night, her eyes staring up at the ceiling, her dreadful mistake replaying in her head. 

She had discarded the dress, burning it right in the middle of the kitchen, the taste of his lips still on her tongue, sweat trailing down her face.

Sweeping the ashes off, she had walked up to the manor, feeling more like the darkness. What had she done?! What was she thinking? How did she become so horrible?

She had sat under the shower, the hot water burning her skin and trailing down her body. She wanted to wash off the memory, but with the way it appeared, making her gasp, it would be hard to do.

She had curled up on the bed, tossing and turning, fear and terror tearing at her skin. Her fingers holding her nightdress to herself, Maya thought she could see death staring at her in the face.

If maestro ever found out... She gasped.  No, he wasn't going to. No one was going to know.

And what if you get pregnant, her head chide