Chapter 5 Chapter 5

I cautiously opened my eyes, and the sight that greeted me was that of a spotless white room. Not cold at all. Not even remotely warm. Where am I?

When I turned my head to look behind me, I noticed that I was out of my place. Am I in the hospital? No, I am not there. I tried to recall my memories, but all that came to me was that I had spent my time drinking in the pub.

What the hell happened after that? How did I end up in this place?

I climbed down from the bed and left the room. At that point, I became aware that I was in a room in a hotel. Why am I even here?

I took a glance at what I was wearing, and I was shocked to see that it was not what I was wearing yesterday. Wasn't I dressed in my uniform? Yesterday, the bouncer almost prevented me from entering the bar since I was still wearing my identification card. Fortunately, I was resourceful; I had also taken off my tie, so it was not immediately clear that I was wearing a university uniform. I just look like a lady who works in an office. But why am I wearing long sleeves that are not in my size today? And why am I only wearing underwear?

I made an effort to settle my nerves. At least I'm wearing my panties. It's worse if there aren't.

Hold on.

When I looked down at what I was holding, a red necktie with a straightforward line design caught my attention, and I immediately came to a halt at the front door. Whose necktie is this? Why am I holding it?

I frowned when I noticed that the necktie I was holding looked familiar. It seems to me like I've seen it before.

I looked at the back of the tie, and there was a capital letter M there. M? Wait a minute...

I had to close my eyes when suddenly, a memory emerged in my mind that took me back. I drank too much tequila yesterday, and after drinking it, I rested on the couch. And just as someone was going to molest me, a man came to my rescue and prevented it. Does he own this necktie?

Wait, let me get this straight: does it mean he brought me here?

But where is he? Is this his house? But why does it seem that there are none other than my things?

I burst into the room again as quickly as I could while simultaneously attempting to retrieve the memories that had slipped me. But no matter what I try, I just can't recall anything at all.

I went back to the bed in which I had been sleeping. I caught a whiff of it. Trying to track out any evidence of a male because he isn't there, even though in most movies, a girl will wake up with a gentleman by her side after spending the night. What really happened? Did something really happen? It's annoying that I had a one-night stand with a man whose face I didn't even see, and then he left me in the air.

I facepalmed, but I still tried my best to think. I looked at the bed again. Besides the scent of alcohol, there is also a pungent and recognizable smell of perfume present.

The rate of my breathing increased. I have no idea what triggered this rapid change in my feelings towards the guy who was helpful to me the night before. Perhaps it's because I'm curious about what went down or whether anything significant occurred between the two of us yesterday night.

What will happen to me if I get pregnant? Did he use protection? I won't even know the father if there is something left in my womb. Wait, Jothea! What are you thinking?

Is this a sign that I am panicking? Shit. I need to calm down.

But it was only after I made the conscious decision to keep calm that I recalled something important.

I was holding a tie when I suddenly lost my balance and fell to the ground at the bar. After that, someone lifted me and brought me here, and as I continued recalling what had just happened, my eyes became wider. When he was laying me on this bed, I loosened his necktie and kissed him on the lips. What the heck did I do?

Did I really do that? Have I just fucked and kissed a total stranger? I blinked my eyes numerous times while I was holding my head. I mean, did something happen?

I closed my eyes. This is cheating! The feeling of guilt is killing me now! What will Professor Sybill say if he finds out? Will he still accept me?

I was ready to get out of bed when I noticed that the bed was damp. W-why is this wet? Don't dare tell me! Did I take a shower before going to bed the other night? No, I always dry my hair using a blow dryer. But what if I wasn't able to because I was under the influence of alcohol?

I tried to remember everything while holding and pulling my hair in disgust while concentrating hard. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I cannot remember! Did something really happen? It's annoying.

I checked out of my stay. I tried to ask the receptionist who had rented the room for me, but she would not reveal their identity because the information is considered to be private. She simply mentioned that a wealthy patron who stayed there frequently had paid for it. I have my eyes currently closed. What should I do now? I need to meet the man who helped me to know if something really happened, because this guilty feeling won't let me sleep if there is. What excuses will I make to Professor Sybill when he comes back to me?