Page 10 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
“How long does it take to get you into bed, then? Do we have to get married first?”
“Let’s not get dramatic. But I’d at least need a serious relationship.”
“We can get engaged then.”
“We don't even have rings.”
“We can work that out.” It was then that he pulled me over to the bead stand.
“No, no, no,” I repeated, in panic.
It couldn't be true. I should definitely be banned from drinking.
Had I really traded my virginity for a crappy ring?
I dropped the broken glass right there and ran back to my room. I grabbed my cell phone from my bag and called the only person I felt comfortable telling all this madness to.
Evelyn, my childhood best friend, answered on the third ring.
“How is the new chief architect at Turner Architecture doing?”
The new chief architect must be doing very well. Without a doubt, much better than I was at that moment.
Not that it would be difficult.
I told her the reason for my call in one breath, “I lost my virginity.”
Evelyn began to cough, showing that she had choked, probably on something she drank.
“Wow... Calm down... good morning. You don't give news like that this wat, I'm still having my breakfast.”
As she seemed to have recovered from the choking, I repeated:
“I lost my virginity.”
“Okay, explain. Yesterday you said you were going to a company party. What was this sudden change of plans?”
“There was no change at all. I actually went to the party.”
“Isn't itthatcompany where everyone is either too old, too boring, or both at the same time?”
“It wasn't with an old man.” I could add that he wasn't boring either, but I didn't have enough memories of the night to say that.
“Oh my God, girl... Explain. You've kept your virginity for so long that this achievement deserves a celebration. Let's go out for a drink!”
My stomach turned at the thought of having another drop of alcohol.
“There's nothing to celebrate, Evy. It was nothing special.”
“Oh, girl... actually, the first time is usually nothing like what romance novels paint it to be. It's normal for it to hurt and be a little uncomfortable andstrange, but after the second time, things start to get really good, believe me.”
I don't know if it had hurt or if it had been uncomfortable, the truth is that I didn't feel anything different in my body at all.
At least nothing but my stomach churning and my head doing triple somersaults over and over again.
“The problem, Evy, is that I don't remember anything. I was drunk.”
Her tone of voice changed, taking on an air of concern.
