RETURN HOME.

Hayami woke up a little dizzy, she rubbed her eyes trying to focus her vision, she felt like her head was spinning, she thought she was still a little drunk from the amount of alcohol she had consumed the night before. She sat up in bed and a white sheet covered her bare breasts; she inspected the room she was in, realizing that it was clearly a hotel room. She stretched her arms a little, turned her neck a little, as she felt slight discomfort, but stopped immediately when she saw the sleeping man next to her. Hayami looked at his naked torso, noticing that he had good pecs, although she immediately thought she had seen better. The boy's hair was dark, she remembered it as brown, but apparently she had been too drunk to remember it well. She got out of bed stealthily, picked up her dress and her underwear that were scattered around the room, dressed very quickly, grabbed her bag and quickly left the room. She walked out of the hotel, admiring it because it was so elegant and beautiful.

Hayami took a taxi and, once inside, leaned back in the seat, holding her head. The drive to the address she had given the driver took a long time, or so she felt, because all she could think about was getting into bed and sleeping for the rest of the day. She had actually slept very little that night.

The driver stopped the car when they reached their destination. Hayami opened her eyes wearily, then searched her purse for some cash. Finally, she offered the taxi driver a bill and got out of the car without even worrying about the change he would give her. She approached the enormous brown wooden door and searched again, reaching into her purse for the keys. When she found them, she opened the door slowly so no one would hear her, walked down the long hallway, and began to climb the stairs. Hayami brushed against the golden handrail as she went up. When she finally reached the top floor, she approached a room and was about to open it when a voice called her name.

"Hayami? Are you just getting home?"

Hayami looked at her with a tired and listless look. She sighed when she saw it was her younger sister, Isabel.

"Yes, just..."

She replied sarcastically, looking tired. The last thing she wanted was to deal with her sister.

"If our parents find out you're coming..."

"What? Will they kick me out of the house?"

Hayami interrupted in her carefree voice.

"It was their idea for me to stay home. I can easily rent an apartment without any problems; besides, they know what I'm like, so they don't have to tell me anything."

The girl continued.

"Well, what you say is true."

Hayami resumed entering her room and, upon opening the door, found several moving boxes. She walked among them until she found her bed, where she sank face down and buried her head in the mattress.

"Where were you, Yami? You said you were going to a club, but these aren't open all night, are they?"

Isabel asked, still in a complaining tone.

"You caught me, sister. Of course I didn't sleep at the club... I slept somewhere else."

"Were you with someone? With a man, perhaps?"

Hayami, who still had her head buried in the mattress, barely acknowledged it.

"I told you not to do that. It's very dangerous. Something could happen to you. You don't know what kind of people you might run into."

"Nothing has happened to me; besides, it's not like I do it all the time, calm down."

"So... So, was the man any good?"

Hayami, who until that moment had still had her face buried in the mattress, turned her head, seeing her sister sitting on the mattress.

"Sis, I didn't think you were that perverted, you surprise me. Well, it was normal, nothing out of the ordinary."

She thought it had actually been very good; what she remembered from that night had been very intense, as if the man she was with had gone a long time without being with a woman, unlike her.

"Sister, there's no solution with you. I'll let you sleep."

"Thank you, sis."

Isabel got out of bed. She was about to leave when she returned to Hayami's side again.

"Yami," I remind you that today is my dinner with my fiancé."

Hayami sat down on the bed.

"Are you still with this nonsense? I don't understand how you'll get married if you don't love him; besides, you're still very young, having barely turned 25."

"Hayami..."

Isabel exclaimed in protest.

"You don't have to do what Dad says."

"I know, but I have to secure my future."

Hayami sighed.

"Well, whatever, it's your business; I shouldn't butt into your affairs. Okay, I'll go down to dinner."

She replied angrily.

"Okay, sister, then I'll let you sleep."

Isabel left the room. As soon as she did, Hayami took off her shoes, set the alarm on her cell phone, and settled into bed, quickly falling asleep due to tiredness and a slight hangover.

Noah had finally woken up. He pressed his eyes shut, looked to the side of the bed, realizing he was alone. A few seconds later, he jumped out of bed with a start to start searching for his valuables, remembering he'd spent the night with a stranger. Realizing all his things were there, he wondered how he'd gotten to that point. He didn't act like that; he'd never go off with someone he didn't know. But that night, that woman mesmerized him with the way she moved in the middle of the dance floor. Her long, wavy hair and its beautiful color, red like fire. Her gaze, so challenging and seductive, but the best part was her red lips; they were the best kisses he'd had in a long time. Those lips were so hot, yet so soft. He shook those thoughts away with a nod and quickly looked at his cell phone, realizing it was 7:00 a.m. on Monday, so he had to hurry to his apartment to get ready for the family business where he was the new president.

As he took hold of his shirt, he brought it up to his nose; he quickly smelled the woman's fragrance. It was very sweet, even though it was mixed with the scent of alcohol that was evident. He thought it must be an expensive fragrance. As he moved his shirt a little, an earring fell to the floor, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was very delicate, as it contained a diamond.

"How can a simple Stripe afford something so expensive?"

He thought, but didn't give it any more thought. He put on his shirt and the rest of his clothes as he left the room, barely greeting the workers because he felt a little embarrassed. He looked for his car in the parking lot and, once he got in, he headed to his apartment to take a good shower to start what looked like a good day.