Page 2 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
There was nothing left for me to do other than get drunk to drown that disappointment.
Somewhere around my third or fourth drink — yeah, I’ve always been a lightweight — things got blurry. My memory only restarted the next morning, when I woke up.
Lying face down on the bed, as soon as I opened my eyes I saw a large room, with a minibar and a huge TV.
I definitely wasn't at home.
The first time I tried to get up, my head hurt, and I had to close my eyes again and wait a few moremoments to try again. Then, I sat down, resting my feet on the floor, repeating to myself that question from the beginning.
How the hell had I ended up there?
I put one hand to my head, finding my hair piled up like a sparrow's nest. Sleepily, I ran my hand down my neck until I reached my shoulder. I was struck by the fact that I could feel my skin directly. No straps or bras. I slowly lowered my eyes, afraid of what I would find, but my suspicions were confirmed.
I was completely naked.
I found my clothes scattered across the floor. One item in every corner of the room—my dress, my underwear, my bra, my tights, my shoes—as if they had been thrown with great fury.
“What the hell is this?” I mumbled, too sleepy to process what had happened.
Flashes invaded my mind.
I was happy, smiling, practically laughing and... kissing a guy?
I remembered opening the door to this room and walking in, accompanied by someone. Both of us laughing, having fun.
And I was the one who took off my shoes.
Did I also take the rest of my clothes?
If all of that was already scaring me enough, suddenly complete terror came when I heard someone mumbling something behind me, at the same time that I felt movement on the mattress.
I jumped up, spinning my body around.
Oh my God!
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!
I really wasn't alone!
There was a man lying on the bed, appearing to be waking up at that moment. He was covered from the waist down, but his chest was exposed, which gave me plenty of clues that, like me, he was also completely naked.
Even though it was the first time in my almost twenty-five years of life that I had woken up without clothes sharing the same bed with a man, I knew there was only one possible explanation for it.
I tried to pull the memory, and my head started hurting again. What the hell, I couldn't remember anything else. How could I not remember my first time?
Seriously? I’d held on to that damn virginity for almost twenty-five years, thinking I was saving myselffor a special moment with a special guy — only to end up sleeping with a total stranger after a night of drinking?
A very hot stranger, but still a stranger.
He rubbed his eyes, finally seeming to acknowledge my presence there. Then, he said something:
“Sorry, but I don't remember your name.”
Okay... that was far from the most romantic thing I could dream of hearing from the guy who had taken my virginity.
What would my grandmother say if she saw me right now?
“What is this place?” he added.
