The Stranger in Her Bed

7 AM.

The sound of my alarm wakes me with a splitting headache.

I feel a dull ache between my thighs as I fumble for my phone to turn off the blaring noise with a hand on my forehead.

It is not until I hear a deep breath exhale behind me that I suddenly realize where I am. The memories from last night’s events come crashing into my head as horror fills my gaze.

I slowly turn around to see the handsome face of the man who took me to the realm of ecstasy and pain last night. I am almost distracted by his looks.

I can’t believe I slept with a stranger last night. I will never say he forced himself on me. Indeed, he seemed pretty much out of it, plus I was so drunk and heartbroken, so the sex naturally happened, but why do I regret my actions now?

My eyes brim with hot tears as I think back to everything I’ve been through in less than twenty-four hours. Although it’s nothing compared to what I’ve suffered all my life, I can’t help but cry within me.

In a moment of weakness, I embarrassed myself in front of my enemies and a good number of people, got drunk and slept with the stranger I don’t know how he managed to teleport into my room.

The ringing of my alarm jots me back to reality as I am reminded of the job interview I have by 9 AM. I quickly grab my phone and make sure to swipe to the Stop icon instead of the Snooze icon this time around.

I don’t have much time to dwell on the mystery behind the man in the room I checked into and neither do I want to be late for my appointment, so I wipe my silent tears, put on my dress from yesterday, pick up my bag and dash out of the room.

At the front desk, I slam the room card which startles the receptionist.

“There is a man in my room!” I state as my gaze darkens.

Her mouth opens a few times and closes with words stuck in her throat. She must be in shock and I don’t have any time for that, so I leave without waiting to entertain her pleas and explanation.

I promise to be back with the police.

I hop out of the cab as soon as it pulls over in front of a tall skyscraper with the eye-catching inscription, TRASNCORP; a billion-dollar company in the hospitality and transportation sector.

I button the black suit jacket I managed to buy off the streets on my way here. At least I don’t look as crazy as I did when I first stepped out of the club this morning.

I did pat down my hair with water from a running tap and clean off the smeared makeup on my face when I got the chance to use the restroom at the cheap clothing store.

I don’t need anyone to tell me I don’t look dressed for an important job interview in a big-league company because the mirror in that restroom spoke to me in a manner that no second ear should hear.

As I tie my hair up in a ponytail with a rubber, I suddenly realize that my earrings are missing.

“Crap!” I must have left it in my room at the club.

A gush of air escapes my lips as I mutter a few curses under my breath and push the glass door of the building to step inside.

I make a stop at the front desk to give my information and I’m given a neck tag and directions in return before I go past the security smoothly and make a run for the elevator doors I catch closing off from the corner of my eyes.

“Hold it!” I scream.

Fortunately, the doors that just closed, open up for me and a sigh of relief escapes my lips. I’m lucky.

I step into the elevator and try to catch my breath with my head down. But the moment I lift my gaze to thank whoever held the doors open for me, I am met face-to-face with my one-night-stand partner.

Immediately, a breath gets stuck in my throat as my gaze widens in shock.

What the fuck!