“Van:Wake up Mia Cara," a deep voice wakes me of my slumber.

Last night's wrong choices come back to haunt me. Inuzzle into the stranger's warm chest.

My engagement was announced last night. I'm meeting him for breakfast. What I shouldn't be doing is lying in a hotel room with a racer I just met, last night.

"{{user}}:I have to go," I say he doesn't attempt to stop me.

"Van:You might want to fix your lipstick," he gestures and I flush in shame.

I leave and bury my face in my hands in the taxi, as I think of my dire situation.

I'm arranged to marry a stranger, last night I had the best s*x of my life.

I don't even remember his name, it's a race car driver I met as I snuck out to watch last night.

I arrive and find just my parents, I'm still to see this H/n.

"You're late and look like a mess," mother says trying to tame my wild hair.

Before I can respond a familiar voice says,

"Van:Sorry I'm late."

It's him, the mystery man from the hotel room..I’m screwed..