SHE'S NOT A PROSTITUTE

When I had finally avenged what happened and felt ashamed of what he did to me, I looked at him with an incredulous look. I laughed forcibly and suddenly turned serious.

I harshly returned the check he gave me earlier. I slapped his immaculate chest with the check worth 5 million pesos.

"I'm not like the other females you've slept with for one night and paid with your money! I'm not like them, and I don't give a damn what you've imagined in your filthy imagination!" I said firmly and picked up my scattered clothes one by one.

I went to the bathroom to change, not wanting to do so in front of him, even though he already took my virginity last night. I cried at the thought of it.

As soon as I finished changing, I quickly went out without even glancing at him. But as I was about to leave, he suddenly spoke.

"So, you're saying you're not one of them, the woman I've always had in my bed? Whom I met in a pub or on the street," he said rudely.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, while he had a serious face. I quickly approached him, ready to slap him, but I realized what I was about to do, so I lowered my hand and bowed. My mother didn't raise me that way.

"Are you sure you're not a prostitute?" he asked again, grinning wickedly.

His question made my jaw clench.

"It doesn't matter to me what you think. I knew I wasn't a prostitute from the start," I said firmly and left the room.

I didn't wait for his response. I might do something terrible to him if he continued to say unpleasant things to me.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I left the room. I leaned against the wall when I felt weak.

I looked around, where was I? Where did I end up last night? This wasn't the place Troy and I talked about.

I quickly left that place and went to the hotel where Troy and I checked in.

After showering and getting ready, I went to Troy's room, but the staff was already cleaning it. Troy's things were gone too.

"Hey miss," I caught the attention of one of the cleaners.

He approached me politely, "What can I do for you, ma'am?"

"May I know where the man who checked into this room is?" I asked him.

"He already checked out, ma'am, at 6 in the morning," he replied.

I just nodded and left. I returned to the room I rented feeling sad. I lay down on the bed, picked up my cell phone, and saw that Troy had 68 missed calls and 43 messages.

I sat up and opened his most recent text message. "I've been waiting for you all night. Where did you go? I'm going home, what a nice gift you gave for our 2nd anniversary,"  I read it.

I didn't know what to say to him. Tears started falling, which I had been holding back earlier.

How would I tell him what happened last night? I wiped my face.

I lost the most important thing that I should have kept, and someone else got it instead of him. Why did it have to be someone else?

I am feeling mixed emotions right now, I am hurting so much. I feel like such a dirty woman. I am so annoyed with myself! Because I can't even remember what happened to me, to us last night.

I am hesitant to call or text him because I don't know how to explain to him what happened. I don't want to lie to him because I love him.

Suddenly my cellphone rang, it was a message from my best friend Nica. "How's your anniversary best?" she asked, with a heart and a happy face emoji.

I was about to reply to Nica's message when I read her next text, "Where are you now TJ?" I furrowed my brow upon reading her message.

TJ? That's Troy's nickname, TJ is short for Troy James, that's why Nica calls him TJ.

Nica sent the wrong message.

Is there something I don't know Nica? Did you have something to do with what happened to me last night? Did you set me up? I want to ask her that, but I don't have the energy to type on my cellphone anymore.

My mind is tired of thinking about too many questions. I decided to lie down on my bed and cry my heart out.

I woke up late at night, I must have fallen asleep from crying earlier. I decided to get up and go to the bathroom.

My eyes were puffy when I looked at myself in the mirror. I heard my cell phone ringing on my bed, so I went out of the bathroom to see who was calling, maybe it was Troy.

My eyes widened when I saw who was calling, it was Troy's Mommy. Although I was nervous, I answered the call. This was the first time she called me.

"Hel..." I didn't finish my sentence because she spoke up from the other line.

"Anastasia, I called you to tell you to stay away from my son, Troy! You don't suit him. I can't believe you made my Troy fall in love with you. You’re a flirtatious woman," Troy's mom said angrily and straightforwardly.

She hung up the phone after saying that.

The next morning, I decided to go home. I cried all night because of what happened to me and the hurtful things Troy's mom said.

It's just so disappointing. I thought our 2nd-anniversary celebration with Troy would bring happiness, but it turned out to be a nightmare for my entire life.

How am I going to face Troy, the man I love? I don't have a face to show him because of one night's mistake.