Miliani's POV
The sound of my phone ringing jolted me awake. I tried to open my eyes but I felt a stinging sensation. I held my hand up to my head when I felt it throbbing. I had a terrible headache. After the stinging in my eyes subsided I tried to open them but they were a bit blurry. I looked around the room and realized it wasn't my room.
Wait, what the hell?
Panic immediately set in as I tried to understand how and why I was in that room, a hotel room for that matter. My memory was hazy, I must have drank too much alcohol and trying to recall the events of the previous night made my headaches worse. What happened to me and why was I in a hotel room? I looked around in confusion trying to remember what happened.
My phone continued ringing and I panicked more when I saw that it was my mother calling me. I couldn't answer the call, at least not in this state. I knew she was worried but I just couldn't talk to her right now. I needed to figure something out. I mean, what was I gonna tell her anyway?
I tried so hard to recall what happened the previous night. Then I remembered going out with my cousin for some drinks and then to a club. I decided to text her. She could have answers. I opened my phone and realized she had sent me a text already.
'Miliani, where are you? Did you run off with that hottie last night?'
Hottie?
She texted again
'Your mom keeps calling me. I didn't answer though, I needed to know where you were first. Are you okay? Did he do something to you?'
I got even more confused and texted back.
'I'm okay, my head hurts but I'm fine. I'm in a hotel room and I have no Idea how I got here. And who's the 'hottie' you're talking about?' I asked hoping to get some answers.
'You don't remember? You were drunk and flirting with a hot guy last night. Next thing I know you tell me that you'll be right back and then you disappear. I've been worried since' She said
Suddenly everything clicked and my memory came flooding back.
Shit
I turned to my side wondering if he'd still be on the bed but he was gone without a trace. I facepalmed myself.
'I'm alright and I don't even know where the guy Is. I'll call you when I get home' I said and turned off my phone.
How could I let something like this happen? I wrapped myself in the sheets and laid back down. What was I going to do? I knew I shouldn't have followed Layla to the club.
Stupid Miliani, stupid!
I tried standing up from the bed but my legs ached. I couldn't even walk properly.
Oh shit
I couldn't even remember his face properly, I was drunk when he approached me. Ugh, and I begged Layla not to give me more alcohol. I couldn't even blame her. I blamed myself for going to the stupid club in the first place.
I held my head with both hands and felt tears welling up in my eyes. How could I let a stranger take my virginity? A complete stranger that I might never cross paths with again. What would my mother think of me?
I eventually got the strength to stand up and I walked to the bathroom to take a shower. I stood under the running water from the shower for almost 20 minutes. I so badly wanted to wash away the empty feeling inside me but It just wasn't possible.
I could see flashes of what happened last night. The way he held me firmly and whispered softly into my ear. His soft and gentle touch on my skin. It all felt so surreal. Thinking about it gave me goosebumps.
No no no Miliani, that's enough.
I had to get my thoughts straight.
While dressing up I noticed a note next to the table lamp.
'The room is fully paid for and here's some cash for anything you'd need'.
Then I saw the bundle of 100 dollar bills staring right back at me.
That should be like ten thousand dollars right?
I couldn't believe my eyes. Did I have a one-night stand with a billionaire or something? Or what if this money was stolen? Could I even accept it? I honestly had no other choice.
I was a little disappointed that he didn't drop his name or contact information. I was delusional, yes, but It still hurt a little. Did I really want to meet him? I mean first times are a big deal. There's this emotional attachment involved. Whenever my friends talked about their first times I imagined mine being so magical. Well it was, I just didn't know the person. And apparently he didn't want to know me either.
I picked up my phone and returned my mothers call. She sounded so worried over the phone.
"Hello? Ani? Are you okay? I've not heard from you since last night and your cousin isn't answering her phone either. What's happening and where are you?!" She said screaming over the phone.
"Mom, calm down, I'm okay. Layla is okay too, she's still sleeping. I'm at her house and I'm fine. I'll be home soon" I said, trying to calm her down.
"Hm. Please be safe Ani. I'll be waiting for you at home. I even prepared your favourite meal" My mother said as she let out a deep sigh.
I smiled. "Okay mom, I'll be back soon. Love you"
"Love you too Ani" She said and ended the call.
I didn't want to worry my mother, It was the last thing I'd want to do. I quickly carried my bag and stuffed the bundle of money inside. I took one look at the room and sighed.
This never happened, It was just a bad dream
I said to myself. I knew the only way I'd get over it was by trying to bury the memory and forget it completely. But was it that easy? Of course it wasn't. I could feel this gut wrenching feeling eating me up from the inside.
I pushed those thoughts away, my major goal at that moment was to get home as soon as possible.
How am I going to recover from this?