Lena
The first thing I felt was light. It poured through the tall glass windows and burned against my closed eyes until I turned my head away. The sheets beneath me were soft, smooth, and smelled faintly of him.
I didn’t move at first. For a second, I didn’t even remember where I was. Then the memories came crashing back—the VVIP lounge, the elevators, this hotel room…
My throat felt dry. I sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to my chest. I peered around; the room was large, expensively decorated. His jacket was draped over the armchair, a faint reminder that last night had actually happened.
He was gone.
I swallowed hard, scanning the room again as if he might suddenly appear out of nowhere. My dress was folded neatly on the chair, and beside it sat a fat envelope. My stomach twiste
