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"Miranda!"

Beth and Nina exclaims in unison as they rushed towards me once I entered our hotel room. Both of them hugged me tight and I tried to smile ruefully, keeping my tears to myself but I still feel so disgusted of what I did from last night.

Riding all the way back to my hotel, all I thought about inside the cab was the embarrassing things I did when I was drunk and of course how I ended up having sex with the Hugo Saintclare.

Moreover, it still has not sink in that I actually talked to Landon so casually inside an elevator without screaming at his face and busting his ears. But the traumatic part is the drunken sex with Hugo. 

I still can't believe I gave him my virginity like a snap of a finger.

The bloodstain. The look on his face,  

I sigh inwardly recalling about it again.

In the cab, I wanted to take a three-hour shower because I feel like I'm a dirty woman, not because I had sex with Hugo but because of that shameful things that I could have done last night that I don't remember. I could be doing embarrassing things being intoxicated and under the influence of alcohol.

Plus, I don't even remember how magical and/or painful it could have been. My first sex was not memorable at all because I don’t have any memories about it. 

Right now, I'm having muscle pains every corner of my body. It must have been a wild night because I am completely sore. Hell, even though it was Hugo, I still couldn't believe that I've finally gave it up.

"Where were you?” Nina asks worriedly. “We were worried sick of you! I kept calling your phone but to no avail."

I breathe out heavily.

"Who was that man who asked you to go to the VIP?" Beth asked.

Man?

VIP?

I don’t remember any of that at all.

If that man was Hugo, they could remember something and they would have known that it was him.

"Where did he take you?" Nina added.

“We didn’t know where he took you after that and you were just gone so quick.” Beth adds.

I shake my head in disbelief, that didn’t happen. I didn’t just go with a random man in a club. I begin to cry again and the empty memories are hurting me so much. I don’t know anything that happened to me and what if I was actually taken advantage because I was drunk?

I begin to feel scared of what could have actually happened to me last night. I know he's Hugo, and he's the nicest guy the media shows him to be despite the issues about him being a womanizer but he is a man. He could not have possibly harassed me last night, right?

It hurts how I allowed myself to be in that kind of situation. Even though he is a famous celebrity, that does not mean he has access to my vagina.

What really happened last night? And, how drunk was I?

Since I was crying like there was no tomorrow without answering any of their questions, they lead me to the bed instead. I sit down in between them while they were trying to calm me..

"Oh my god what happened to you? Were you raped?" Beth asked with worried eyes.

"I don’t think so.” I answered while wiping my tears. “I don't know. I don't remember." My voice shakes. "I can't remember a thing." I add.

I pull both of my hands up and covered my face as I continued to cry again. I wanted to tell them what happened but I am in full doubts about it.  I know they won't believe me and the story would be so hard to believe. But I remembered that I have proof. I was able to snag a photo of Hugo sleeping a while ago.

"We shouldn't have allowed that man to take you to the VIP." Nina says.

“What?” I gaped in shock.

"You were so persistent. You wanted to go with him.” Beth states.

I was taken aback with her words. I was the one who wanted to go with him. Did she mean Hugo? 

“You were so drunk when you agreed to that man, that's why you couldn't remember a thing, I think." Beth adds.

She's right, I couldn't even remember how drunk I was that night. Hence, I don’t remember this man that they are talking about. If it was Hugo then they would be screaming at my face about it.

"You were so giddy last night when we saw Hugo, Ned and Zachary passing by our table." Beth blurts out.

The legendary lead guitarist of SatPat, Ned Hall and the incredible bassist Zachary Monroe were there too?

What a complete bad luck!

I take a pause for a few seconds and started remembering that part from last night. It all just sank in, Beth is right. We were in one club last night. I was acting all crazy when I saw the three of them in the same place as we did. I was too excited that I always took shots one after the other. Hell, I remember not declining to any shots offered. 

Oh gosh the embarrassment is completely building up now.

"Where were you the entire night?” Nina interrogates. “Where did you sleep?"

"I was at...." I trailed off.

I look at their faces and there was silence as we were staring at each other. "Promise me you will believe me." I say.

They nod.

I carefully pulled my iPhone out and slowly opened to my gallery but secured the screen against my chest.

"What are you hiding?" Nina quizzes.

"I had sex last night." I blurted out, keeping my phone close to my breasts.

They gasped and covered their mouth at the same time, dramatically surprised. They looked at me in disbelief.

"You filmed the entire thing?!" Nina exclaimed with a smile.

My eyes widened, "What?! No!"

"Then what is it?" Beth asked.

I sigh inwardly, "I don't know how I ended up in his hotel room but I gave my virginity to this man." I began to say.

Both of them stared at each other eagerly with a confused look on their faces. I added, "I took a photo of him while he was asleep before I left so I have a proof. So that you'll believe me.”

I slowly showed them the screen and in a split second, I noticed their eyes getting bigger and their mouths opens wide. I think they paused for three seconds or five.

"Hugo Saintclare?!" They yelled.

"You had sex with him?!" Nina screams at my ear.

"Oh my god that's clearly Hugo! Look at the hair!" Beth adds.