#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her...

Christian staggered on his feet, head spinning and hands shaking so violently that he had to tighten his grip on the knife to ground himself

the move brought his eyes back to the knife, soaked in blood, blood that wasn't his own, blood that didn't just cover the knife but also his hands, his sleeves, his shirt, it had somehow gotten on his face too,

he breathed in sharply before throwing the object to the ground like it had burned him

staggering so much on his feet that he ends up on the ground, long legs refusing to hold him up,

his hands fist at his hair, eyes wide in true terror, Christian had never been this scared before, not even when he decided to follow his father's footsteps and delve into the world of politics, not even when he faced all the threats to his life that came with that

he's still shaking and his eyes are closed tightly now, he can't remember how she got here, why he had killed her , he couldn't even for the life of him remember who she was

he tries to remember the events of the day, his meeting with the president, having lunch with his business partners, and blank,...