Chapter 2.1

Grunting, I opened my eyes only to see that I'm not in my bedroom.

I immediately sat up and looked around, with my eyes widened while looking at every corner of the room that I'm not familiar with.

I groaned when I felt my head severely aching. It made me lay on the bed again as both of my hands gently massaging my forehead and my temple.

I was preoccupied with my aching head that I failed to recognize that I wasn't wearing anything at all.

"What the fuck..."

I gasped and my hand covered my mouth when I saw my dress on one of the corners of the room. I stared at it for a while, until little by little, I remembered how it get there. 

"No way," I laughed when I finally remembered where I am right now. While still massaging my temple, I grinned when I also remember who I was with last night.

I bit my lower lip, "Kairo." I giggled and scolded myself. "You're such a slut, Genevieve." I shook my head as if disappointed, but it doesn't feel like it. It feels like I want to do it all over again.

I sighed and looked at the empty side of the bed. There was a pillow beside mine, and it made me wonder.

"Hmm, did he ever sleep beside me even for just a couple of hours?"

I took the pillow and I smelled it; sniffing it like its the most expensive fragrance in the world.

I pouted, and inwardly wished that I could find a perfume in the mall that smells exactly like him. His scent is just like any other body spray intended for men, but with a hint of vanilla.

If I'm not mistaken, that man had already been got laid by innumerable women. And what we had was nothing special.

Oh, wrong. It was my birthday yesterday.

Hence, it's still kinda special. I treat my birthdays in the past years just like any normal day. But because of what happened last night, it became special.

Kairo made it special.

"Now, what?" I asked myself, while looking under the covers. Looking at my naked body that enjoyed every bit of Kairo's last night.

I once again grinned.

Flashbacks are occurring in my head a little by little. And a little by little, I felt shame as my inhibitions are now intact. Not intoxicated anymore; not driven by liquor anymore.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

"My name? Ahm, my name is Genevieve Cloepfil."

"Genevieve Cloepfil."

"Yup. That's me."

"Can I give you a nickname?"

"Sure! I would love to have a nickname coming from you."

"Can I call you 'Eve'?"

"Eve?"

"Uh-huh, Eve."

"Eve... yeah. I like that."

"Now, can I kiss you again?"

I smiled again like a lovesick fool when I remembered how long that kiss went. And it led us to a position where I was straddling his thighs, while both of his hands were busy massaging my buttocks.

I gasped when I remembered that he actually removed my blindfold last night. And after that, we had conversations that all went to making out and doing the deed.

I am indeed a slut.

If I'm not mistaken, we ended up hitting it off trice last night. And I know that I was drunk, that I was not thinking straight. But waking up on this soft mattress, even though alone, I have no regrets at all.

After moments of reminiscing, I finally felt the urge to stand up when I saw the wall clock.

9 AM. Fucking late for work.

There you go, Genevieve. Celebrate.

I shrugged it all off when a thought about Kairo reigned my whole system again.

I'm afraid that I'll be like this for the whole day. Feliza wouldn't mind right?

Wait... Feliza!

Oh, God. I completely forgot about her.

Shit. Shit. Shit. That woman will kill me for disappearing.

As if being chased by time itself, I took my dress from the floor and wore it. The same goes to my undergarment when I found it underneath the bed.

What the heck?

I found my high heels just by the closed door, and I quickly wore them to finally storm off of this room that I will remember for eternity.

I sighed before opening the door.

Wait, did I forget about something?

"Uh, my virginity?" I laughed, "Shitty, I'm no virgin anymore."

I opened the door and was about to get out in a rush when I saw a post-it note on the door. I took it without hesitations, and I saw that it contains a message.

"I had such a great time with you last night. And believe me, I would've stayed right beside you if only I don't have any other important matters to deal with. I'm hoping that our paths may cross once again after this. I'm have a feeling that this is not the end. I hope you enjoyed your birthday present; my performance. Onstage, and on the bed with your body. — K"

In an instant, Genevieve was found smiling ear to ear again. And I'm sure that my cheeks are red as a tomato right now as I feel them heat up.

"Oh well." With the post-it note held by my hand, I exited the room and found my way out the hallway. I found the club where the wild and loud partying happened last night. If it was pretty wild last night, well, right now, it's completely the opposite. No screaming ladies over hot strippers can be found anymore. And no deafening loud music can also be heard anymore. All I can see is a few workers cleaning off the club, and each of them is wearing a black tee. Sweeping, mopping, and arranging the sofas, chairs, and tables all around the place. They were fixing the mess that everyone caused last night. And I am no exception to that.

"You're finally awake."

I turned to the direction where the orotund voice came from. It wasn't such a struggle to remember who he is.

It was the bartender from last night.

"Oh, uhm, hi?" I awkwardly flashed a smile at him when my mind reminded me of complementing his handsome face which was absolutely out of context.

"Sober now. Aren't we?" He teased with a meaningful smile formed by his lips. I just shrugged it off and told him that I'm about to exit this place, and that I'm in rush to catch up to work. But before I can even ditch him, he told me that my friend was looking for me after I disappeared with Kairo last night.

My mouth turned down, "Was she angry?"

The meaningful smile on his lips didn't fade as he answered my question. He said that he assured Feliza that I'm safe, and that I'm having a good time with someone. He didn't mention to her that it was Kairo that took me away from this place. And Feliza eventually went home when someone came to fetch her.

That made my whole system stop.

It must be her husband.

With that, I bid my goodbye to the bartender I met last night. I turned my back on him, and thanked him as I also apologized for the way I acted last night.

"Wait! I have your friend's card. You dropped it last night."

I immediately turned to him again, "Oh, God. Thank you so much! Thank you, but I really have to go now."

He nodded, "I'm Drayton, by the way. And Kairo wants to give you this." Drayton took my hand and he nonchalantly placed money on top of my palm. "For the ride. You'll need it, he said." I just gave him a genuine smile and thanked him again. When he nodded for the last time, I went out of the club and took the elevator for my way down.

I got a credit card in my left hand, and a couple of dollars in my right hand. I couldn't think of anything else, but the fact that I'm into so much trouble and my aunt will definitely kill me if only she's with me here in Vegas.

Speaking of my aunt, I wonder how she's doing right now. It's been a while since we had a talk on the phone or communicating through our social media accounts. I've been busy lately because of work that I failed to call her every weekend.

Oh, I sure miss her. She's the only family I have. My aunt and Feliza. They're all I have.

I took a taxi on my way home. And when I finally arrived, I directly went to take a shower and rushed everything else. Groomed myself even if I don't have enough time to spend to beautify my appearance especially my face. But I couldn't care less, and all that I'm running after is time that keeps on ticking.

When I finally arrived at my workplace, I had a couple pair of eyes that stared at me for a while. I lost track of time, but when I checked my phone, it was almost lunch break.

I pouted, "I swear, I'm no good when it comes to chasing time." I said. Disappointed to myself, but not regretting everything that happened last night. Whatever happens, I know that I’ll never regret what happened last night.

I sat on my swivel chair and started to work by reading the new set of brown folders placed on top of my table.