Chapter 1: The Morning After
344 Words
I woke up to sunlight slipping through the curtains and the low hum of city noise outside.
For a moment, I forgot where I was.
Then I felt it—the weight of the sheets, the warmth beside me, the soreness between my legs.
And I remembered.
My eyes snapped open.
He was still there, asleep on his side, one arm draped loosely around my waist. His face was peaceful, lips slightly parted, like he wasn’t the same man who’d wrecked me just hours ago.
My heart started racing.
What now?
I slowly, carefully moved his arm off me. Sat up. Tried not to panic.
I found my dress on the floor, crumpled like a forgotten secret. My heels were near the door. My mask… gone.
I tiptoed to the bathroom.
Once inside, I stared at myself in the mirror.
My makeup was smudged, my hair a mess, my lips swollen from kissing too much.
I looked like a girl who made a mistake.
Or… maybe not a mistake.
Just something I couldn’t repeat.
No names. No regrets.
Right?
Still, a small part of me wished he’d wake up.
Say something.
Ask me to stay.
But when I came out, he was still asleep.
I looked at him one last time.
And left.
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The next few weeks were a blur.
I went back to my usual routine—job hunting, writing cover letters, sending out resumes.
But something had shifted.
I kept thinking about him.
About that night.
About how for once, I didn’t overthink anything.
But reality didn’t care.
Rent was due. Savings were low. And my inbox was full of polite rejections.
Until one email changed everything.
Subject: Interview Invitation – Dela Vega & Co.
I blinked.
No way.
They were one of the biggest marketing firms in the city. Sleek, powerful, hard to get into.
I reread the email three times just to make sure it wasn’t a scam.
It wasn’t.
They wanted me in for an assistant position. Entry-level. But still.
It could be a start.
I replied instantly.
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