Terbangun: Ingatan Yang Hilang

Aurelia's POV:

I slowly let my lids open. Jeez, I was sore all over. I looked around. What the fuck? This isn't my room! And what's more—a muscular blonde was sharing the bed with me. NAKED!!

My thoughts were hazy, but I didn’t wait for the realization of what had happened, why I was naked in bed with a man I barely recognized, in a room that was so unfamiliar, to come back to me. I gently, yet hastily, got out of the king-sized bed, picked up some clothes I recognized as my own lying carelessly on the floor, grabbed my phone from a nearby dresser, and went into the suite's bathroom, barely sparing the blonde—who seemed to be enjoying his sleep—a look.

I threw on my clothes and tried to get an idea of where I was using my phone's GPS. A five-star hotel in the heart of Los Angeles. With the map, I realized I was thirty minutes away from my apartment.

Noah's POV

I woke up feeling absolutely amazing. Last night was one hell of a night. I didn’t remember much—I’d been tipsy—but one thing was certain: I had a damn good fuck. Who would’ve thought a virgin could be that good? And seriously, what kind of escort is a virgin?

It didn’t really matter now. I’d paid a fortune to the agency to keep my identity anonymous and deliver a hot escort, to the point where I’d almost thought it was a scam. It had seemed too good to be true. But damn, she had topped the charts as the best I’d ever had.

I looked around and realized the escort wasn’t in the room anymore. I didn’t care much—most of them were like that. They always left before dawn, either to protect their identities or to get away with whatever they’d managed to steal from me: wristwatches, cash, and other petty items. I hadn’t expected her to leave so early, though, especially after how she’d been begging for more last night. She’d been moaning loudly, calling me "daddy," as I thrust as deep as I could into her.

To be honest, she didn’t seem like an escort. There was something too sophisticated about her—a bit of elegance, even in her drunken state. She didn’t fit the typical profile.

I licked my lips at the memory of how good I’d felt, the way her body had responded to me. Whatever her story was, it didn’t matter. She’d given me a night to remember.

AURELIA'S POV

I got out of the bathroom, dripping wet and still in the gold dress. My throat was parched as hell, so I went to grab a drink. As I picked up a cup to pour myself some water, fragments of memories started coming back to me.

I remembered downing a shot of alcohol while laughing. Elan my boyfriend was there. We were in a bustling place—like a party or something. I must have stopped after a shot or two because I knew how lightheaded I could get. I never drank too much when I was out with Elan or my friends.

Another memory flashed, accompanied by a terrible headache—a hangover. I remembered moaning loudly as my breasts were being squeezed. I couldn’t quite see who it was. The background was blurry, maybe a bit dark, but I was sure it was Elan. We’d done stuff like this a couple of times, and I knew exactly how it felt.

Then the memories stopped coming. I tried to coax them back, but nothing came. In fact, I was only adding to my headache.

If I was with Elan yesterday, then how the fuck did I end up naked in a blonde man’s bed? The fact that I couldn’t remember more made me even angrier. The only person who could really jog my memory was Elan, but with so many missed calls from him on my phone, how was I supposed to explain waking up in bed with another man? If there was one thing I knew about Elan, it was that he was insanely jealous.

Anything to jog my memory would do wonders right now. I felt a bit cold and glanced down at the skimpy dress I was still wearing. It showed a lot of skin. I remembered putting it on the day before, along with my makeup and styled hair, but my memories stopped there.

I grabbed my phone and went straight to my chat with Elan to see if our conversations could give me any clues about where we’d been last night. His last message, sent this morning, had crying and kissing emojis.

What did he even mean by that text?

I knew Elan didn’t use emojis very often, but when he did, he really meant something and was trying to pass on his emotions.

Just then, another message popped in from him:

Where were you yesterday, babes? You didn’t check in at the hotel last night—why? I’m so sorry about yesterday, babe. I’m currently busy right now, so I can’t come over as promised, but you can drop by mine. (love emoji)

His texts only made me more confused.

I scrolled down to our recent chats hoping to find something that would give me a clue about last night.

I'm close. Be down in 5 babes!

I scrolled downwards again

I chose and pre-ordered the gold dress already, it should be delivered soon.

It was obvious we'd gone out together, but where the hell did we go??