Amina opened her eyes and sat up in bed, her head was buzzing and she shook it to clear out the foggy feeling. A flash of pain echoed around her skull and she grabbed her head and groaned. What in the world made her drink so much last night. She opened her eyes and looked around the room, puzzled. This wasn't her house. The room was painted beige with a fancy decor that was both classy and simple. It was clean, organized and smelled like a fancy hotel room.
One thing was prominent, it was a male's room. She lifted the covers and threw her legs off the bed. That's when she noticed her attire, she was wearing a dress shirt and not the outfit she'd worn to the club the previous night. She was even more confused. Had she gone home with someone, worse, slept with him?
She rubbed her thighs to
