Finding a Way to Love

Chapter 5

I woke up slowly.

My head was throbbing violently, and my eyes hurt so much that I struggled to open my eyelids, but forced myself to do so.

The first thing I saw was the ceiling decorated in white and gold, completely different from the one in my room in my apartment with Peter.

Then an image came to my mind, and I remembered that I wasn't at home with Peter because he and I weren't together anymore. I sighed and shook my head, and then frowned. I froze the moment I felt something about me, and immediately, my head snapped from side to side, looking around until my eyes landed on a figure lying next to me.

With one arm wrapped around my waist, lying on my stomach, there was a man, perhaps the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life, covered only by a sheet that showed a fabulously sculpted part of his ass, and I dared not imagine what was underneath. I looked at myself and noticed that I was naked, covered only by a sheet, while my t**s were completely in the wind, and some red marks could be seen around my n*****s.

My god, what had I done?

I remained motionless, and I didn't even dare to breathe as the mysterious man next to me continued to sleep blissfully, snuggled up by my side. I closed my eyes and began to think locally.

Ok.

I remember going to a club with Mandy. I remember the moment we came in and ordered drinks. Then those guys came in, and I jumped on the dance floor. It was all f*****g confusing. I narrowed my eyes suddenly.

The man who had entered the club was the wonderful one.

My God!

I had f****d the hot guy of the club! I started breathing again and looked around, realizing I was in a hotel room. Breathing down my throat, I moved out of his grasp, gently lifting my arm from my body as I slipped out from under him and sat on the edge of the bed.

Every muscle in my body, even the ones he didn't know, hurt. Especially between my legs where my p***y was sore, but in a nice way. I searched the room until my gaze fell on my bag on the floor, along with my bra. I got up, tiptoed around, then reached down and picked up my bag, pulling out my phone.

Fuck!

It was f*****g late, and I was late for work. I looked around, looking for my underwear, but I couldn't find it, so I put my dress back on without underpants. I slipped on my jacket, pulled my heels off the floor, and looked down at the bed.

The wonderful man was still asleep, as I had left him, with one arm on my pillow and his back exposed, a back that looked so attractive that I almost had to wake him up to see how sober he was.

I shook my head and turned from that heavenly vision, and then tiptoed out of the room. Room was a big word.

That was a f*****g hotel apartment with a living room and several rooms that I didn't stop to look at. I closed the door behind me and ran to the elevator.

Once inside, I put on my heels again and picked up my cell phone, texting my boss to warn him I would be late. I didn't even have time to go home and change, so I just went to the office, in the same clothes as the day before. It had never happened to me.

******

I quickly walked into my office, closed the door behind me, and then ran to one of the pieces of furniture I had. Luckily, I always kept a change in the office if I happened to get dirty in any way. I had never needed it, but I thanked myself because, at that moment, I had it. Even a pair of briefs in case of menstrual injuries.

I quickly changed and fixed my hair, tying it into a high, messy ponytail, and then sat down at my desk. I couldn't help but gasp every time I sat down, feeling a pleasant discomfort between my legs as blurry images from the night before bubbled into my head. As I worked, I found myself sighing and closing my legs over and over again as images of the mysterious man, Rowan, came to my head, along with all the sensations I had experienced, the way he had looked at me, the way he had f****d me all night. I closed my eyes and slumped to my chair.

My God, I would never, ever have focused that day.

******

"Well, you could at least make yourself heard today," Mandy said to me when I walked into her apartment.

"For what?" I asked, taking off my shoes with a sigh and dragging myself to the couch, my inhospitable bed for the next few nights.

"Like for what? Ade! You went away with a man, and I never heard from you again, for all I know you might as well have died!"

"Sorry, Man! I went to work late and was locked in the office all day," I said, throwing myself on the couch and closing my eyes.

A long silence followed, which led me to open my eyes and find Mandy watching me from above, with her hands on her hips and a curious gaze.

" Were you late for work?" she asked, winking, "Night of Fire?" she continued.

I looked at her for a moment, then gave her a mischievous smile, licking my lips lasciviously.

"Oh my god!" she cried, clapping her hands, "And tell me! Tell me all about it!"

" I'm not going to tell you anything at all," I said, shaking my head and sitting down.

"OH but please! You did the Walk of Shame this morning! You went to work in the same clothes as the night before and fabulously satisfied to look like a woman f****d properly!" she cried cheerfully.

"Shhhh, Mandy!" I said, shaking my head and standing up.

I took the bag with the dress and went to the bathroom to wash it while my friend followed me like a little dog.

"Come on, tell me! When do you see him again? Do you realize how hot was the guy you f****d?" she said in one breath.

I sighed and put my clothes in the washing machine; I didn't have much since I had left all my things at home, and I had to go get them tomorrow since it was Saturday.

" I'm not going to see him again," I said, turning on the washing machine and then looking at Mandy, who looked at me in shock, "I left while he was asleep, and I don't think he was from here. He slept in a hotel room, a f*****g five-star hotel, sure, but still a nomad. At the very least, he will have come to town for a job. End. I'll never see him again; it was just a bang and go, well more than a blow, but it doesn't matter at the moment", I said, shaking my shoulders.

"You could have given him your number," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

I sighed and shook my head, "And could you leave me alone? I need a shower urgently."

"You're hopeless," she said, raising her arms and exiting the bathroom, leaving me alone.