EP_2

The Next Morning

The melodious chirping of the birds outside announced the arrival of the morning when two naked bodies were still lying on the soft bed in the room. Clothes thrown at here and there on the floor were the proof of their passionate last night.

Irene slightly moved to her side of the bed. As she heard the sweet tweeting of the birds her lips curled into a bright smile.

"It's morning... a new day." Sitting on the bed, she yawned. Irene felt sore all over her body for some reason, as if someone had tortured her last night.

Slowly opening her eyes as she reached to grab her phone from the side table like she usually does, fear and shock washed over her.

Irene covered her mouth with her hands in utter disbelief as she mumbled, "This is... Sh!t! Where the heck am I?"

Looking around, all she could see was clothes cast here and there on the floor. Then her eyes caught on the figure sleeping next to her on the bed soundlessly.

Like seeing a ghost, Irene quickly jumped from the bed. In front of her eyes, was the most handsome man she ever saw in her life. Even while sleeping like a dead body, he looked so handsome and sexy. But that's not what concerned her, Irene couldn't remember how she ended up in his arms or what exactly happened last night, but judging by the situation she guessed what she lost, she knew why her body was in pain.

As the reality hit her, she stepped backwards. Irene never had a boyfriend or rather said that no man ever took a liking to her. So losing her first time to a total stranger in one of the exclusive rooms in the luxurious club was never her plan.

"Maybe we didn't do it. Yah, if we did it I would have... I would have remembered it. I..." Irene felt it difficult to breathe, unable to figure out the situation when her head was a total mess.

When she was still in a dilemma suddenly her cell phone rang. Like someone going nuts, Irene found her phone and she quickly ran towards the window with her shaky self.

"God, Rena. Where have you been? I have been calling you for so long. Are you ok?" There came Leila's worried sick tone of voice from the other side of the call.

"I... I am ok. I am at..." Irene stuttered.

"What's wrong? You don't sound good, are you really ok? Did something happen?"

Irene shared everything with Leila but she didn't know why she couldn't say it to her. She felt like crying, she was so lost.

"Leila actually I..."

"You know your dad is asking me constantly where you are. Whatever happened, come back first and we will short it out ok? It's not a good thing for the bride to be late at her wedding."

Hearing her, Irene suddenly remembered what day it was today. "My... Wedding?"

"Don't tell me you forgot it. Oh, babe. Alvin can't wait to see you."

When she was at a loss for words accidentally her eyes focused on the mirror. The clear rough hickeys on her collarbone, neck reflected on the mirror, as if a beast had fun torturing her all night.

"Is he a vampire?"

"Who? Babe?"

All of a sudden everything that happened last night knocked at her door. Irene remembered the way she kissed him back, how they were so into each other last night. Her phone slipped from her hands as beads of tears fell down her soft cheeks.

"I... I lost it to a stranger last night..."

"Hello, Rena? Hello?"

"Today is my wedding, how could I do that to a stranger? Why didn't I stop myself when I could?" Irene sat on her knees, pulling her hair in anger. Between her sobs, she stared at the sleepy man.

Irene kept wiping off her lips. Scratching her body, trying to rub his smell off her body she couldn't help crying. Even though it was hurting, she kept trying until she made a mess. The pain she felt all over her body grew stronger, but it was not more than how much her heart was aching.

It was true that she didn't have any feelings for her fiance, Alvin since it was merely a business marriage but Irene wished to be a good wife and a good mother, she wanted a happy family of her own because she never had it.

Losing her virginity to a hot stranger was the least she could think of doing... Irene felt so guilty, thinking about Alvin. But was there any choice she could have to do anything since it was all someone else's condition and she was merely playing a role?

"I need to leave before he wakes up."

Searching for her clothes as she was about to put them on, Irene halted. Her clothes were torn apart, so having no choice she grabbed his clothes.

Ring!

"Hello, is this Miss Miller speaking? If not, can I please talk to her? It's about her brother."

As the doctor said so, Irene got more afraid. In a worried tone of voice she asked her, "What happened to my brother? Is he ok?"

"He is ok for the time being. But can you please come to the hospital? It's urgent."

"Sure, I will be there as soon as possible."

Irene with her trembling hands held her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned whitish.

It's been two years, her brother was always admitted to the hospital. He was going through treatment and the doctor told her that after operation he would surely recover.

"What did the doctor mean by 'for the time being'? Is he really ok? I need to hurry."

Slowly she walked towards the man who was still sleeping, on his stomach. Trying to take her purse from the side table as she reached near him, suddenly a big hand grabbed her wrist.

Irene looked away and gulped, holding onto her breath. She the least wanted him to see her face, it would be a disaster.

Noticing he didn't make a move so far as she turned towards him she saw he was still sleeping, she let out a sigh of relief. But then, her eyes caught on the bracelet he was wearing.

Irene remembered she saw those male escorts available in the club also wearing the same bracelet as him. Reality hit her like an impact event, but more than losing her virginity, she was upset knowing his occupation.

"I slept with a... A gigolo..."

Irene without waking him up got her purse. She was about to leave but then something crept inside her head.

Taking a pen and paper she stared at the man...

* An hour later *

Beep!

Ring!

Ring!

As the phone kept ringing, the man who was sleeping on his stomach on the master sized bed picked up the call.

"President, we have found out who drugged you last night. He is in our handle now so the girl is. What do we do now?" There came the voice of his personal assistant, Owen Davis.

"Did they say who sent them?"

"Not yet. They are tight-lipped."

"Torture them until they say it." The man ordered so in a husky voice. Just as he was about to cut the call suddenly he asked his assistant curiously, "Wait, did you say you caught the girl who was told to seduce me last night?"

"Yes, we caught her last night when she was trying to run away."

The man looked at his right, the woman he spent last night with was... MISSING.

"If that girl has been caught then who was the woman last night?"

Hearing his boss talking about a woman, Owen choked on his breakfast. "What woman? President. Did..."

"Owen, look for a woman from last night. The one who entered my room."

Hanging up the call, the man tossed his phone casually on the bed. He groaned as he had a severe headache. Settling his back against a pillow the man heaved a sigh.

His cold eyes took a quick look around then he slowly stood up. There was not even a single trace of the woman from last night as if she vanished into thin air, it was strange.

A woman had spent a night with him and left without being clingy to him or asking for anything in return? Things like this have never happened in history. Something about this woman indeed intrigued him.

While casually walking towards the bathroom, suddenly he stopped on his track as his eyes caught a glimpse of the note left behind for him.

"THANKS FOR YOUR HARD WORK LAST NIGHT, HERE'S YOUR PAY. OH AND, I'M TAKING YOUR CLOTHES SINCE YOU RIPPED APART MINE. LET'S NEVER SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN, MISTER."

In utter disbelief, the man looked at the rushed handwriting. Then he stared fiercely at the money, there were even some cents.

He picked up one cent and then sheer anger washed over him. He frowned in utter rage as he curled the note and the cent into his fists.

"Pay me for my hard work? What does she think I am? A f*cking gigolo?!"

Looking around he indeed found out his clothes were gone, what was left behind was her torn clothes only. Through gritted teeth he made a quick call to his assistant.

"Owen, bring me some clothes. And I want you to find that woman at any cost or else you are fired."

The man stared at the note furiously and keeping his fists clenched he uttered, "Do not let me find you, woman. If I do, I will make you regret meeting me!"