Wattpad Block Party - Summer Edition III (August 2017)

MCRomances Presents: Four Walls Sneak Peek

Hi everyone!

I'm M.C. Roman also known as MCRomances here on Wattpad. I'm so happy to be participating in the Wattpad Block Party for a third time!

For this edition I'm sharing a preview of a brand new story I've been working on called Four Walls. It's a new adult romantic suspense/mystery. I'm still not sure exactly what to label it as, but that's what I'm going with for now! It's definitely different from the stories I've written before, but if you like suspense with a bit of mystery and a lot of romance then this is the story for you.

Below is a sneak peak of the first chapter. I will begin uploading the full story to my profile after the block party so be on the lookout for it!

Also, don't forget to check out the giveaway link at the end of this post for a chance to win a $10 gift card from Amazon!

Thanks so much for checking out my post. Hope you like it!

Chapter One

The first thing I notice is his tattoo.

A black eagle with extended wings, soaring at a forty-five degree angle. It looks like an ink wash painting—as if it had been brushed on instead of tattooed—and covers half of his upper back, accentuating his broad shoulders and muscled arms.

I shut my eyes, trying not to panic, trying to remember how I got here. My head feels foggy as I sort through vague memories from last night.

The texts from Jackson. Going out alone. The nightclub. Dancing at the promoter's table. Having a drink with a cute guy at the bar.

And then ... nothing.

I can't remember.

My eyes fly open. I take comfort in the fact that I'm fully clothed. I'm wearing the same outfit from last night. But I'm in bed with a stranger. A man who I have no idea who he is.

He must be the cute guy from the bar. I must have gone home with him, as hard as it is to believe. I've never done such a thing. I've never had a one-night stand.

Then again, I've never had a boyfriend dump me over texts before. Without ceremony. As if our three-year relationship meant nothing to him.

Yes, I was clearly upset, but I don't remember drinking that much. I had one vodka tonic at the promoter's table. Another one at the bar. So why can't I remember anything else?

I look at the guy sleeping next to me again. He's facing the other way so I can't see him, but I notice his hair. It's dark brown and unruly. It looks like he hasn't had a proper haircut in months. But most importantly—it's not blond.

The panic starts to take form this time. He's not the cute guy from the bar. That guy was as blond as they come. Probably the reason why I started talking to him in the first place. He was the opposite of Jackson.

God, what I have done?

This isn't good. It becomes clear to me that I need to get the hell out of here before whoever this guy is wakes up. I quickly look around me before spotting the door. I move towards the edge of the bed as quietly as I can.

Thankfully, I find my shoes right underneath. I don't stop to put them on, holding them in my hands instead. I don't want to waste any more time in getting out of here, as much as I'm not looking forward to my upcoming walk of shame. At least I live in New York City, where most people don't care what you look like or even bother to look at you.

I search around for my purse, but I don't see it anywhere. I risk a glance behind me, trying to see if I can spot it somewhere in the bedroom.

What I find terrifies me.