Night Of His Obsession

"What the hell!" I exclaimed. I quickly picked up the blanket and covered my sensitive body. I reached out to the side table to find my glasses. I found them and put them on. After I wore it, I looked at the man sleeping soundly on the bed. Who is that man? This is not my boyfriend.

My virginity. I reserved it. Oh God.

"No, no," I whispered repeatedly.

I shake my head like crazy. I messed up my hair and touched my forehead. It's not happening; I'm just dreaming. Try to remember what happened last night, Friah. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the events of the previous night. Images flashed through my mind—snippets of conversations and laughter—but nothing concrete. Panic started to rise within me as I struggled to piece together the missing memories.

I was accepted into a big drama project that I am writing. They contacted me earlier, and they wanted my story to be a drama on television. We will have a meeting on Sunday. I called my friends to have a small drink in the bar where we used to have fun. Then, we celebrate my announcement. We drink, dance, and have fun.

Flashback

"Are you sure you are okay here? We're just going to dance and find something interesting." My gay friends giggled while waving their hands.

I shooed them away while laughing. I'm drunk. My alcohol tolerance was not high, so I knew I was already drunk. 3 to 4 shots of tequila, and I'm done. I rest my head on the couch headrest. My vision is turning around, so I close my eyes. I removed my glasses and put them on the table. I felt my phone vibrate in my pants pocket. Someone is calling. I answered it without knowing who it was.

"Where are you?" An angry voice came out of my phone. I'm sure it's my boyfriend.

"We were at the bar. We just celebrated,” I said drunkenly.

"Why didn't you call me? I'll pick you up,” he said, ending the call. He knows where I am. When I say I'm at the bar, he only goes here.

Minutes had passed when I felt someone sitting behind me.

Perhaps the homosexuals are exhausted, so they take a seat, but they do not emit this odor. Their perfumes are sweet and fruity. This one smells manly. Is Drenver here yet?

"Are you drunk, Missy?" Someone whispered in my ears.

I grabbed my glasses and put them on before I faced the person behind me. I can't see him clearly because of my vision, but I'm sure that his body shape is the one that my friends are looking for, and he also looks like my boyfriend. As I turned around, I noticed that the man behind me had a similar build to my boyfriend and a familiar sense of style. However, the room's dim lighting obscured his face. I couldn't help but wonder if it was really him or just a coincidence.

"Do you want to rest first, Missy? You look drunk. My condo is nearby,” he whispered seductively.

I don't know about my body, but I put my hand on his nape like I'm willing to come with him. I slowly brought my face closer to his face. His rosy lips were causing me to close my eyes and kiss him. It started slowly, and then I became hot and hungry from his kisses. I feel his hand touching my buttocks and roaming my cold, bareback. His hands are soft and hot; they're making my vagina soak wet. As the intensity grew, I couldn't help but surrender to the desire coursing through my veins. With each touch, our bodies seemed to ignite with a fiery passion, urging us toward his nearby condo.

"We shouldn't do this here, baby." He held my waist. It helps me stand up and walk. I keep my eyes shut.

End of Flashback.

I reached for my underwear, which was on the side of the bed. I put it on immediately. I got up from the bed and picked up my clothes scattered around the room one by one. After I got dressed, I frantically looked for my phone. I quickly found it under the side table. I picked it up and ran out of the man's condo. While walking to the elevator, I was fixing my clothes. I pressed the button on the elevator. While waiting, I saw my reflection in the closed elevator. My hair is like a bird's nest. I brushed and fixed my hair while waiting.

"Good morning, ma'am. What floor are you going to?" The lady in the elevator said.

"Ground floor, I said.

I dialed my best friend's number. Why am I calling him? Because if I call my boyfriend, he will be fuming mad at me. I didn't go home last night. My best friend answered the phone.

"Where are you, Friah Marviz?" He asked immediately after answering the call.

"Can you pick me up?" I asked.

"Where is your location?"

I don't know where I am now; all I know is that I'm in a condominium or hotel. I looked at the woman who spoke to me earlier. I covered the speaker of my phone.

"Miss, what is the name of the building?" I asked.

"Hownston Pent,” she answered. I mouthed thank you to her, then continued my call.

"I'm at Hownston Pent, I said to Louie.

"What are you doing there? Wait for me." He ended the call.

I arrived at the main lobby. I sat in the empty seat I saw. I'll just wait for him here. I silently observed the surroundings. The hands rest on the thighs. I play with each finger to get rid of the nervousness I feel. As I looked around, I noticed the elegant marble floors and the grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The air in the lobby was filled with a sense of sophistication and importance, making me feel even more out of place.

Everything that's happening still hasn't sunk in. I don't remember how we got here or why I let something happen to us. Beyond the discomfort in my underwear, I am certain that something else transpired between us; I am not in the film to suggest that he undressed me simply because I soiled my clothes.

I really shouldn't drink when I'm tipsy. It just happened now. I let my guard down because of those filthy lips.

My relationship with Denver will be damaged. We have been in a relationship for 7 years, but nothing has ever happened to us. He respects my decision that, after we get married, I will give him what I treasure the most. When he finds out, I don't know what will happen to our relationship.