Cakes, Papers And Us

Ch 1

Waking up in the morning would be something which Amaya really hated, she loathed them, mornings are her enemy and she loves the nighttime more, but this morning would be the worst morning for her list of bad mornings.

“Where am I?” Amaya’s voice is hoarse with confusion as a different room greets her view, it wasn’t bright nor was it dark, but a soft ray of sunlight managed to seeped into wherever she’s in. As she moves to get a better vision of the foreign room, she felt a pair of arms wrapping tightly around her bare waist. 

Bare waist?? She panicked as the arms that trapped her body was larger and clearly belonged to a man. She couldn’t move not only because his hands spooning her, but their legs are also tangled. The more she moved, the tighter he pulls her in, making her attempt a bit faulty.

She successfully pulls her legs free and softly turns to face the male, afraid to wake him up. Confused and surprised as she stares at the male’s face, putting a few inches away from hers, not recognizing him at all.

Who are you? 

His dark bangs fell over his chiseled face, making him looked cute compared to his masculine features, he could use a bit of a shave, she almost tempted to run her fingers over the subtle beard but stop as if waking up from a daze, don’t be weird Amaya. 

She bit her bottom lip as she realizes they were naked and under one blanket, his large warm body secures her small one. The bed was certainly not hers because the size is bigger and the interior of the room is different from her bedroom apartment. 

Even in her confused and slightly dizzy state, she could feel numb and pain coming from her womanhood and it was seriously killing her from trying to move her legs. 

A one-night stand had happened last night and she lost her v card without even realizing it. So much for keeping it for the right one… Amaya thought with much sarcasm as she checks her phone on the floor. 

A few missed calls from Chet, possibly to check up on me… again… She rolls her eyes at the thought of her nagging cousin as she glances at the time and realizes it was only 6 am.

Limping, she gathered her dress and undergarments then enter the bathroom. Washing her face, tying her hair, she wore her clothes and quickly limps her way out. 

Picking up her fallen things as quickly and quietly as she could, not wanting to wake the man up, my god what did we do last night? Why is everything scattered? With those thoughts in mind, she exits the bedroom door.

Walking down a flight of stairs, she made sure not to make any sound as she descends them. She figured the man lived alone as there was no indication of other life forms in the house.

There was no sign of family photo anywhere, nor was there much furniture to see in his house, giving a sense of coldness instead of a warm and cozy home as she walks towards the door. No time for snooping around, better leave before you wake up Mr. Who-ever-you-are, imagine how awkward that conversation would be…

She saw her heels in front of the main door and takes them in her hands, not wearing them. Ignoring the fact, she limps and opens the door as the cold air hits her and she cursed. 

Forgetting one fact and felt stupidly dumb, her car was parked at the club and not here, how am I supposed to get home now? 

She mulled over the thoughts of calling one of her boys but went against it as they would only question her, it’s just going to end up with a series of nagging to no end especially when Chet finds out from them. 

Sighing, she walks further away from the house and managed to find a bus stop soon after and tried calling a cab, fortunate for her, the cab service center picked up, said they could send one to her location. 

After sending the location and waiting in agony, a cab arrived and she was back at her apartment by 7.30 am.

***

Trying to feel the presence of the female he had brought home last night, his hands rub the spot next to him with closed eyes. His brows knitted as he could feel none, he peaks an eye open and was a bit taken aback to see it empty. 

Where is she? He thought confusedly and gets up to sit, his back resting on the headboard. He looks around his bedroom, trying to find any signs of the female. 

There was no sound of water from the bathroom either, so where is she? He gives a short glance at the clock by his bedside table and notices the clock showed 7.45 am.  So early, god this is a first... He sighs and figured since he had already woke up, might as well take a morning run. 

Although still slightly confused by the fact the girl he brought home last night was missing, he got up and make his way to the bathroom, that’s when he noticed something on his floor. 

He realized it was the same thing that attracted him last night, a blue butterfly stud earring, “Where is your owner?” he mumbled to himself as he puts the earring on his bedside table.

After getting himself clean and dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, Marc pulls the covers to make the bed, only to be surprised by the dry blood stains on his bedsheets. 

“Is she a virgin?” he asks himself as he tries to recall the female’s face but could only remember the color of her garment, a tight navy blue tube dress, heck he doesn't know why his memory was fuzzy.

I’m surprised I don’t realize I have a hangover right now… As if on cue, his head pounds like a drill was working there at the thought of it. Why did I drink so much last night? Confusedly he thinks of his decision last night.

He only remembered the things before he went to the club but nothing after entering it. Being way too drunk he could barely recall anything but vaguely remembered he called his driver to take them home after a series of make-outs.

Note to self, ask Hopps who the woman was, she can't be gone just like this...

Usually, he wouldn’t do that no matter how drunk he gets, he would take his one-night stands to a hotel room or maybe someplace else so it'd be easier to leave in the morning, yet somehow last night he wanted to take the woman home, for whatever reason, he doesn’t know. With a confused mind, he pulls the bed sheets down and takes them to the laundry room. 

His house is always quiet but the missing presence of the female is a bigger question in his mind as he descends the stairs with the dirty laundry. After putting it in the washing machine and set to wash, he walks towards the kitchen, thinking she would be there, but she wasn’t.

“Where are you? No one has ever left before I wake up and to think you’re the first woman I bought home,” He grumbles to himself as his eyebrows pinched together as he takes a glass of cold water. 

Sighing as he takes his iPod and makes way towards the front door. Putting his sports shoes on he notices the heels he had helped take off last night, wasn’t there, another thing he began recalling. 

So she really left huh, but why? He thought as he closes and locks his door, starting his usual morning run around the block of his neighborhood and thoughts of the missing woman fade from his memory a little.