Marry Me, Secretly

Tristan is finally awakened by the sound of a girl's cries. Even though his eyes had opened, his soul did not appear to have merged. Because it was still five o'clock in the morning, no sunlight had penetrated the luxurious curtains that day.

Tristan refuses to wake up because he believes the groaning that is waking him up is coming from the next room.

"Can you just shut up your fucking mouth, bitch!!" snorts Tristan, irritated.

He covered his ears with a pillow once more, hoping the moaning would stop. The sound could still be heard filling the entire room, no matter how tightly he covered his ears.

“Damn!!! What the..."

Tristan was frustrated when he was forced to wake up. When he saw the contents of his chaotic room, his eyes widened. The bedroom is surrounded by broken glass.

Tristan is surprised. He couldn't finish his sentence because his eyes were drawn to other strange objects scattered on his room's floor. He rubbed his eyes to ensure that it was something he had seen.

There were bras, woman underwear, torn shirts, and even his underwear lying around. Suddenly, Tristan attempted to remove the blanket that had been wrapped around his body this morning and....

"Oh no!"

Tristan can't believe he's wearing nothing right now! His eyes widened in amazement at what he had just witnessed.

"What happened exactly?" he thought in his heart

Tristan tries to recall the memory in his brain. He was trying to know what had really happened to him that he woke up naked today.

His memory stopped when he called the hotel to come back with a few bottles of vodka for him. That's all Tristan was able to remember. There was nothing else he could remember.

Just as Tristan is trying to remember, the moans are heard again. Tristan looks for the source of the moaning sound. He got up from his bed without using a single thread.

A groan could be heard from the bathroom. Tristan suspects that someone is in the bathroom, so he pulls up the sheets and wraps them around his junior's waist.

His steps came to a halt in front of the bathroom door, which was adorned with antique crystals. Tristan becomes curious and reaches out to touch the bathroom doorknob.

He carefully turned the doorknob until he realized what was causing the moaning was...

“Hey, hey, what is this?!”

Tristan instinctively closes his bathroom door when he notices a naked girl crying in it.

"Who is she? How dare she enter my room?" grumbled Tristan.

"Get your clothes back on! Have you lost your mind? Going into an unknown man's room naked? "Tristan yells angrily.

"I no longer feel ashamed, sir. You made me feel this way! " The girl replied from the bathroom.

"What do you mean? I really don't understand?"

"You forced me to make love last night, raped me, and took my virginity!"

Tristan's heart stopped beating. He noticed the current state of his body as he looked at the scattered strange objects. Woke up in the morning naked.

"Is it true that I raped her?" Tristan is still refusing to believe it. "That's impossible!" But all of the evidence in this room seemed to confirm the girl's words. "And are the underwear scattered on the floor hers?" Tristan speculates on his own thoughts.

"Don't brag; I'll report you to the cops for slandering my name!"

"Please proceed! Proceed if you wish to report me, I believe you are the one I will imprison for raping a girl!"

"Oh my God! Why is everything so complicated? What happened exactly? Good grief! Why is it so complicated like this? What exactly happened to me and that girl???!”

Tristan's head feels like it's about to explode into rubble. He didn't want to feel the cold of the prison cell. He shuddered. His career and business would be destroyed in an instant if he went to jail.

Tristan came to believe the girl's words after seeing with his own eyes the blood stains on the sheets.

“Is what the girl said true? That I had snatched her virginity?”

Tristan begins to doubt and waver. He racked his brain, trying to come up with a solution to a problem that had suddenly appeared.

"How about this? I... I don't remember what I did to you last night."

"You're a liar!"

"Really! I didn't lie to you at all."

Tristan begs. Trying to persuade Camilla. Tristan attempts to start a conversation with Camilla despite the fact that they are separated by the bathroom wall.

"We need to talk about this clearly, so get ready to go. we need to talk one-on-one in a place that few people know about."

"Okay. Can you please get all of my underwear?”

Tristan takes a sip. He glanced back at the girl's black bra and panties. When he saw a bra cup in a size large enough for a woman, his thoughts began to wander.

"If I really did rape her, why can't I remember a single detail our sex scene that night?"

Tristan curses in annoyance that he can't remember everything that happened last night.

***

Tristan and Camilla finally agree to meet for a private conversation somewhere other than the hotel Tristan rented the night before. Tristan takes Camilla to a small restaurant quite far from the heart of New York.

"What’s your name?"

Tristan was the one who initiated the conversation. Camilla is still reeling from Tristan's behavior last night, so she can't immediately respond to Tristan's brief question. Her fingers were intertwined, representing limitless anxiety.

"Did you hear me? Should I change your name because you won't tell me what it is?”

"Camilla. Camilla Stewart," Camilla said, trembling and lowering her head.

Finally, a name came out of the sweet lips of the girl who was forced to wear Tristan's shirt today.

"All right, Camilla, tell me everything that happened that night."

"You don't remember?" Camilla inquired quietly.

Now she dares to meet Tristan's gaze. Tristan sighs and shakes his head. He had no recollection of the night's lewd events.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember," he stated flatly.

"It all started when I delivered your vodka order. The sound of broken glass from inside the room was repeated, so I attempted to enter your room, sir."

"Oh, yes. I only just realized it now. I slammed the vodka bottle into the glass, enraged. Okay, continue your story."

"I just wanted to tell you, but suddenly you dragged me to the bed."

Tristan remained silent after hearing Camilla's confession. He is now feeling guilty. How could he have been so foolish and lecherous that night?

"Why don't you try to stop me?"

"I;m done! But it was a waste of time because I couldn't fight you that night because your grip was too strong. Look at my hands! This is the result of trying to stop you."

Camilla shows Tristan her bruised wrist from Tristan's grip last night, which has turned a bluish red color. Tristan is horrified because he can't imagine how wild he was last night. Tristan tries to change the subject of the initial conversation by asking,

"How old are you?"

“I'll be twenty this year.”

Tristan swore to himself, "Oh my God! Seriously? You raped a girl who was much younger than you?" Tristan seems to have trouble speaking because he feels so bad, and it felt so awkward.

"Are you still in college?" Tristan is still trying to lighten the mood by asking a few questions for small talk.

“Yes, I took the employee class. So, I can study while working.”

"All right, Camie, I admit I did wrong to you, but for God's sake, I never intended to harm you or take your crown, everything just happened. Everything happened beyond my control."

"I understand. It's because..."

Camilla looked embarrassed at Tristan, who was delighted to hear Camilla's postponed sentence.

"Because of what?" Tristan ask once more.

"Because you always say Ayana's name when you kiss me, and you always have Ayana's name in every kiss."

Tristan smiles blandly, not knowing what else to say, and takes a sip of his Americano, which is still not cold.

Tristan begins to draw conclusions. He remembered what happened yesterday afternoon when he caught Ayana making love with another man.

Tristan becomes very annoyed and angry, so he releases his tiredness by getting drunk in the hotel room. He was hallucinating that night, of course. Camilla arrived at the wrong time and place.

"Who exactly is Ayana?"

Camilla unexpectedly inquires about something Tristan does not wish to discuss. Tristan prefers to lie rather than discuss Ayana further.

"I don't even know."

"You must be lying, you always say, why did you betray me? why did you stab me in the back?, you kept saying it that night."

"That is none of your business."

"That has to be my business as well, because you stole my virginity with that name!"

Tristan took another deep breath after hearing the twenty-year-old girl's emotions.

"She used to be my future wife, but not any longer."

"You seem to love her so much."

"It used to be, but not anymore, and I beg you not to bring up Ayana! I'm sick of hearing her name!"

Tristan is enraged once more. Their conversation was cut short for a moment as the atmosphere around them heated up again.

Tristan asks again a few seconds later, "Where is your house?"

"Why do you know where my house is?"

"I need to meet with your parents and resolve this matter ASAP, I don't want to be involved in this problem any longer."

"I no longer have parents, they all died when I was a child."

“S-sorry, I really didn't mean to…”

"It's okay, it's been a long time, so I'm not sad either."

"So, with whom do you live?" Tristan continues to inquire.

"I'm staying with my uncle and aunt."

"All right, I'll meet your uncle and aunt, please provide your address or phone number."

"Do not! Please dont!"

Camilla flatly refuses Tristan's invitation to meet Camilla's uncle and aunt.

"But why?" Tristan frowns, resting his left hand on his chin.

"If you come and tell all about this incident, tell that I slept with you, everything will be messed up!"

Camilla's point was understood by Tristan. Plan A is doomed to fail. In his dizziness, Tristan massages his brow. He was perplexed because he had no idea what else to do.

"So, what should I do? What should I do to make amends for my mistake?"

"Marry me secretly."

"What? Marry you? Don't even think about it! That will never happen!"