"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.
A horn made me look up. Louie is already outside. I walked toward him. I opened the door and got into the car. "We didn't see you last night,” he said, not paying attention to me. Do I confess to him? I'm afraid I do not understand what I'm feeling. "Because I got dizzy last night, so I just booked a hotel." I lied. As we drove in silence, I couldn't help but feel guilty about the lie I just told Louie. The weight of my secret was becoming unbearable, and I knew that sooner or later, I would have to confront the truth. I don't look at him. He kept looking outside and pretending to observe the surroundings. "It is not a hotel, Friah Natalie Marviz." He said it seriously. The car's air conditioner was on, but my forehead was sweating. I can't lie to this man. He knows me well. "What are you doing in that place? You look like you slept there.” I slowly look at him. His gaze is still straight, but I catch a glance back and forth in the rear mirror. "I don't know,” I stated. "What
"Where are you going?" Drenver asked. I went back to bed. Just stare at the ceiling. He was facing me and watching my movements.I intend to take my bag now. Because all my things are there: cards, IDs, and the key to our apartment. It's been two days since the accident happened. Ever since he came home after he left angry with me, Drenver's behavior has changed. He will watch every move I make. He is now tampering with my cell phone, which he used to not do.He gently held my face and turned it toward him. "You're leaving, Babe? I was just asking where you're going." He was smiling, but it was fake. I could sense the underlying tension in his voice and the forced smile on his face, making me uneasy. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond, but I knew deep down that something wasn't right."I'll be leaving later. Today is my meeting with the SVL company," I explain.He put his hand on my stomach. "What is your meeting for?" His hand traveled inside my pajamas until he reache
"Let's go!" Drenver called. He is looking fresh, wearing a simple black overshirt and cargo shorts. My heart is beating fast. This is the first time we met. I feel butterflies in my stomach. This is the guy I love so much. Even though he has changed, I still love him. As we walked together, I couldn't help but wonder if he could sense my unease. I knew that keeping secrets from him was not the foundation of a healthy relationship, but I couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him."Why are you so handsome? Can't we not leave?" I was joking with him.He smiled and laughed softly. I like seeing him like this. He is not mad at me anymore. Our arrangement seems to be dating like before."Let's go, Babe.” Louie is waiting, he said while getting the key."Should we stay? I'll message him, I said jokingly.“Oh, Babe, we can't do that. You also have a meeting with the producer, right?" I stood up and followed him. Carry the bag to go out.We got into the car. "Do you think I'll get that pr
"Miss, I guess this isn't for me?" I asked the woman. She handed the big bouquet to me."It's in our system, ma'am, with the flower.""Maybe you just made a mistake, Miss," I insist.I can't believe it. This is a bouquet of white tulips, my most hated flower right now. It can't be a coincidence. There are many flowers in the world; why this flower?"Okay, I'll just call." She dialed something on the phone. Someone answered the phone while she was talking. The flower caught my eye. There was a card inside. I was curious about what was inside, so I took it and read what was written. If it's not mine, I'm sorry for the owner.Missy.I quickly put the card back, and I pretended I didn't care. One word, one name. It sounds familiar to me."I'm sorry, ma'am; it's mislabeled." She took the flower again. I forced a smile and thanked her for the bag. I also left there and walked back to Louie's car. He didn't park the car and just waited outside.I opened the car door and sat down. Louie just l
I gently sat in front of him. Only then did I notice that he was with someone else. There is a woman next to him, mid-20s; I think she is his secretary."This is Ms. Katie Cobb, my secretary."I extended my hand again, and the woman accepted it. Our meeting has started. Ms. Only Cobb speaks. I didn't pay much attention to the man because I was focused on what was mentioned in the contract. There are a few changes, but it's okay because the main plot hasn't been changed."Right, Mr. Lee?" Mrs. Cobb asked him if I could start working tomorrow morning. I looked at the man, and I caught him just staring at me."Mr. Lee?" She called again and poked his shoulder.Just now the man was stunned; his eyes widened as he turned to the woman."Yeah, what?" he asked, confused."Ms. Marviz can start tomorrow morning, right?” I just looked at them with a smile, even though inside I wanted to go home. He looked sure of me because he saw the ID in my bag, and there were very few people in the world with
I'm running late for my first day of work because Drenver didn't sleep at home last night. He said he would drive me to work but has yet to arrive. I waited for him because it was 30 minutes before my work started. I am now riding a taxi to the company. I hope Mr. Lee forgives me for being late. As I sit in the taxi, my mind races, worrying about the impression I'll make on my first day. I hope Mr. Lee understands that this situation was out of my control and that I am committed to punctuality moving forward.I arrived at the company's building 15 minutes late. I adjusted my clothes and posture before going inside. The guard greeted me with a smile. I also responded to him with a small smile. I went straight to the front desk. "Hi, I'm Friah Marviz, and I have an appointment with Mr. Lee," I replied courteously. "Wait a second, Madam; I'll just confirm," he pressed on telecom. "Sir, Ms. Marviz is at the front desk. Shall I take her up there?" she asked. "Sure, please bring her to my
"What did you just call me?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. His concern faded as he looked at me with surprise and regret. Someone knocked at the door. "Sir, I brought all the food you requested.""You can come in, Katie," he ordered. The door opened, and his secretary entered. He was carrying a lot of food. One person cannot consume that. "Leave it on the center table, and you may leave after," he told her secretary. He followed him. Various foods were laid out. I can't see anything, but it's from well-known restaurants here in Canada. The man still didn't stop asking after leaving Ms. Cobb in the office."Does he always hurt you?" His jaw tightened, as did his fist on the table. "Why don't you just leave him alone?" Why would I answer all his personal questions? Does my work now include my personal life? I looked at his face; its dark expression only brought discomfort to my seat. "Sir, should I go and start working? I'm sure you're busy all day," I said. "Get your bre
Drenver remembered what he told me yesterday. He picked me up from the company. I didn't expect him to remember because he left earlier and didn't remember that he would drop me off at work. He was driving quietly; no one intended to talk to the two of us. He frowned and gripped the steering wheel tightly. He only looked straight at the road. "You're fucking slow, moron!" He yelled at the car in front of us. I was taken aback by his sudden outburst. I smelled alcohol inside the car. Did he drink? Is he drunk? I started to feel uneasy and considered asking him if he was okay to drive. But I hesitated, not wanting to upset him further. "Hey? Are you alright?" I asked without looking directly at him. I'm afraid to meet his eyes because he wants to hurt someone. I could sense his anger radiating off him, and I didn't want to provoke him further. The tension in the car was palpable, and I silently prayed for a safe journey. "Do I look freakin' alright?" he sarcastically said. I soft