That One Night's Mistake

Elizabeth Gonzaga woke up with a throbbing head, a warm, thick blanket around her naked body, and sore muscles. Her eyes slowly opened as the white and grey ceiling revealed in her vision. The only thought that came to her was the place where she was and the unknown reason why she was in a room that is not even accustomed to her. “What happened? Ah, my head hurts…” she mumbled as she slowly sat up on the soft mattress. “Where ---” She could not finish her words and gaped at her, peeking underneath the blanket. That was when she realized that her clothes were nowhere to be found. Her arms embraced the blanket around her as she widened her eyes to search for the clothes she wore last night. Last night, last night… what the hell happened last night? After a minute, the clothes that she was trying to find were scattered on the tiles in the room. She widened her eyes again and covered her mouth. What made her shiver was when she heard the shower turning on inside a bathroom that was not even that far away. Suddenly, her head throbbed again. A series of recollections went inside her head --- meeting a guy in a dark bar, dancing with him as they made out outside an alley, and then going to a hotel to finish their licentious plan for a one-night stand! “What the hell?” she cursed and immediately rousted off the bed. She was fidgeting while grabbing her bodycon dress and black boots from the floor. In the middle of wearing her clothes again, a ring from her cellphone on the side table of the room engulfed the whole room. She jogged towards it, answered the call, and desperately wore her boots. “H-Hello?” she said as quietly as possible because the shower might be turned off and whoever is inside the bathroom might hear her. Whoever the mysterious man he danced with last night is hinting to her that he is now in the bathroom. She does not even remember everything, but some remnants of events gushed into her mind. She looked at the bathing room and the bed where she saw a blood stain on it. Shit, does that mean that her virginity is now gone? “Elizabeth! Where are you? I thought you had an interview today?!” her mom reprimanded her on the other line. “I was the one who cooked breakfast and worked on the dry clothes outside the house! Why are you still not here?! Are you taking classes again?!” Her face blanched in horror because she suddenly remembered that she had a job interview this morning. She gasped and fixed herself clumsily as she grabbed her bag while talking to her mother on the other line of the phone. “Yes, Mom. I’m coming home. Just wait –“ Elizabeth almost fainted and dropped herself to the floor when she saw a handsome and hot man, leaning against the wall just near the bed, and crossing his arms. The man was coldly watching her with a stern look and judgemental tightening of his jaw. Oh, la, la. Who is this son of Adonis? “What, Elizabeth?!” Elizabeth’s mom snapped her out when her mom shouted. “Get your ass here right now, or I’ll throw you out of the house!” “Yes! Yes, I understand, Mom,” she said abruptly and quickly ended the call. Silence stretched as she hovered her gaze over the mysterious, sultry man. He was topless, only a white towel was hugging his waist. Elizabeth’s eyes could not even make her stares escape the picturesque V-line the man was owning. It was so obvious that she could also see the bulging member of the man. “U-Ummm…” She found her words by stammering and now being nervous. “May I know who are you?” The man’s thick eyebrows arched as if he could not believe what Elizabeth had just said. “Are you kidding me?” he asked her, his voice hoarse and hot. “Don’t you remember what happened to us last night?” Elizabeth’s lips parted, now amused. “Wait, did we just ---” She demonstrated her finger, pointed at herself and then at him. “Did we just have a one-night stand?!” Oh, my goodness! He’s got to be kidding her! This man, who has huge muscles, bulging abs, and broad shoulders --- and dude, she would not mention the bulging erecting member underneath that torturous towel --- with his handsome, perfect face, is the one who took her virginity last night?! “Yes,” he said. “So what is your name?” “What?” she found herself mumbling. “Are you saying that we just had a ridiculous one-night stand without even knowing our names first?” “Well, yes. Isn’t that how the one-night stand works?” Elizabeth gasped dramatically. “H-How did you do it?” The man was weirded out by her reaction that he even stood up straight, making his tall, towering height perspicuous to Elizabeth. But does that matter? She wants to know how a conservative and primitive lady like her gave up her virginity in a stupid one-night stand?! Where was her best friend at that time?! “Do you want me to deliberately explain it to you?” the man asked with a confusing expression as he started to step forward. “W-Well, we made French kisses, laid you down on the bed, started to take off your clothes, and kissed your brea ---” Before he could even finish off his sentence, she strode towards him as she threw her palm and gave his cheek a hard, painful slap that surrounded the corners of the room. He tightened his jaw as he glared at Elizabeth who was furiously heaving her chest up and down. “You fucker! You took away my virginity!” she yelled at him. He scoffed and smirked sardonically. “Hey, miss, you might be forgetting that you permitted me. You were the one who pushed me to enter you! You were begging me!” he said, but it was more like an emphasized tone, not a yell like hers.