No one was supposed to visit me

Athonia's pov

I woke up to a sharp, burning ache between my legs.

“Ow…” I muttered, sitting up slowly.

Then I froze. There was an arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

Wait. What? I turned my head, and my eyes almost popped out of my skull.

A man. Naked. Right next to me. And I… I was naked too.

Oh. My. God. No. No, no, no! It actually happened?

The one thing I’d protected all my life? Gone. Just like that. No flowers, no slow music. Just a wild night in a VIP room with a stranger.

My chest tightened. I looked around in a panic. Same room. Same sofa. Last night wasn’t a dream.

Carefully, I lifted his arm off me and sat up, wincing from the soreness in my body. I started picking up what was left of my clothes, what little was left.

My dress? Torn. Bra? Gone. Panties? Ripped beyond repair. Are you kidding me?

I glanced at the sleeping guy. His clothes? Still perfectly fine on the floor.

Seriously?! Fine. If he ruined mine, I was taking his.

I grabbed his white shirt and trousers and slipped them on without thinking twice. There was no way I was wearing a man’s boxers. Nope. That was my limit.

No bra. No underwear. Just stolen clothes, morning regret, and bruised pride.

I found my red mini bag under the sofa and dug out my sticky notes. I always carried them, and today, they had a very… special use.

I scribbled a quick note and stuck it to the side of the bed.

“Hi, Stranger.

Thanks for last night. Also, thanks for the sperm. If something shows up in my belly, don’t panic. No strings. I chose this. You’re off the hook.

– Grateful Virgin (Formerly)”

I took one last look at him. Still asleep, peacefully and clueless. Good.

I tiptoed to the door, limping slightly. My body was sore in places I didn’t even know could hurt. But nothing stung worse than my ego.

The hallway was empty, thank God. I hurried down the stairs, trying to act like I belonged, like I wasn’t walking out in a stranger’s shirt with no underwear.

I almost made it. Then I saw my car. Flat tire. You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Ughhh!” I groaned and kicked a tiny rock in frustration, only for it to smack my toe and make things worse. Because why not?

I did not waste a second crying. I just wanted to go home. Thankfully, the universe finally gave me a break, there was a taxi right outside. I jumped in without thinking.

“Good evening, Ma’am. Where to?” the driver asked.

I blinked. A woman driver. Thank God.

“Um… one sec…” I stalled, trying to think. I couldn’t go back to the mansion. No way. They’d be awake by now. If they saw me like this… absolutely not.

“My condo. Akario.”

“Got it,” she said with a warm smile, then started the car.

Silence filled the ride. I hugged myself, still feeling bare even though I was fully dressed in borrowed clothes. My face burned with shame.

“Ma’am,” the driver said, checking on me through the rearview mirror. “You’re lucky I’m the one who picked you up. With how you look… others wouldn’t have been so kind. You’re a very beautiful woman.”

I blinked again, unsure what to say.

“Please be careful next time,” she added. “Don’t just hop into any car like that. I’m a woman too. A mum. I know how dangerous this city can be. Sorry if I’m being too forward. I just care.”

She scratched her head shyly.

I gave her a small smile. “You’re absolutely right. Thank you, for the reminder and your kindness. I won’t let this happen again.”

“If only more people were like her,” I thought. The world would be safer.

“I’ve got daughters,” she said, eyes back on the road. “I’d worry about them too.”

“Still… thank you. Really.”

The rest of the ride was quiet.

When we reached my place, I handed her the fare, plus a little extra. “Here, ma. Thank you.”

She smiled and reached behind the seat. “Take this,” she said, handing me a black jacket. “It’s new. Cover up a bit more, okay? You’re not exactly… covered.”

My face turned red.

“T-Thank you… Can I get your number? I’ll return it.”

She waved it off. “No phone. Just keep it. It’s a gift. You’re a good girl.”

Her kindness made my heart squeeze. I smiled. “Thanks again. Really.”

I slipped into the jacket, slightly big, but perfect for hiding the obvious, then headed straight inside.

Once on the sofa, the dull ache between my legs reminded me: it really happened.

And worse? I didn’t even regret it.

I rushed to the bathroom, scrubbing off the stickiness, the heat, his scent that still clung to my skin. But even after the water turned cold, my body still felt warm.

I finally collapsed on the sofa, barely got half an hour of sleep… when someone knocked on the door.

My heart dropped. No one was supposed to visit. Not this early. Could it be him?

Had he followed me? This… this was the one thing I prayed would never happen.

And now…