Chapter 3 Diamond Ring

Diamond Ring

The elevator dinged open and he pulled me out after him. We walked down a short corridor till we stood opposite a commercial electronic keyless door. He inputted his passcode and as soon as the door opened, he pulled me in and shut it back close.

Then his voice came from behind me. "You can continue already." He didn't even give me a chance to look at the spacious room. I turned around to face him, only to find him already shirtless with perfectly chiseled olive-toned skin and abs on display in front of me. I was left in awe.

"I like sex on the couch." He said casually, claiming the space on the couch.

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I woke up the next morning feeling dizzy in my head and sore in between my legs. What was this strange feeling, and where was I? I looked around, but the place didn't look at all familiar. I turned around and saw a familiar handsome face lying next to me. His eyes were closed and his face was plain. I frowned in confusion as memories of the night before came flooding my head.

"Uh!" I groaned. Helping myself up, I quickly searched around for my dress and I found it neatly folded on a black leather couch in the spacious room which was adorned in white, and screamed masculinity. I don't remember folding my dress last night, so how did it get there?

But that wasn't important at the moment. I needed to leave before he woke up. After putting on my dress, I sneaked out of the room. Thank heavens I remember the password from last night. Once the door was open, I made my way out of his room and the hotel. I found myself in a cab as soon as I was out. I sent Fred a message letting him know it was over between us and then I put my phone back into my handbag. Leaning against the headrest, I shut my eyes from the pains of the night before, but there was one pain that stood boldly in my memory. The brief pain that had followed the loss of my virginity. Letting out a sigh, I tried not to deliberate on the matter, or else I end up regretting my actions.

The car came to a halt and the driver let me know we had arrived at my destination. I thanked him for the nice ride, and the music, they had suited my mood perfectly, and then as I dipped my hand into my bag to get his money, I felt a metal-like object on my finger. When I pulled it out, I saw that I had a ring on. Wasn't this, a diamond?

I walked to my apartment's building after paying the driver. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Sarah in no the parlor watching TV. Seeing her and recalling the advice she had given to me regarding my plan on giving Fred my virginity, I felt heartbroken and I could barely control the swell of emotions. Running towards her, I embraced her in a tight hug and sobbed for a long while. She had told me not to do it, but I was too foolish and blinded by love that all I wanted to do was please Fred, but he cheated.

Sarah let me cry in her arms for as long as I wanted. I had the feeling that she already knew how it all turned out.

After there were no more tears left to shed, I pulled away and told her everything. Well, except for my one-night stand with the strange man.

Sarah didn't make me feel bad, she simply helped me to my room and took me to bed asking that I rest.

I felt so weak in between my thighs. The man had been so huge that at some point, I had thought I wouldn't survive it. Well, I haven't gotten to see any man before aside from him, but I'm sure not all of them get to be that huge. I blushed at the thought of it. But a frown soon settled on my face when I glanced at the metal on my ring finger, wondering how it had gotten there. It was a real diamond, I could never afford it, even for a lifetime. I pulled it off and tossed it into my handbag, before limping into the bathroom.

Here I am blushing foolishly. A few moments from now and I might be regretting my foolishness.

I stepped out of the bathroom after wrapping myself in a towel. My body felt better, but my heart didn't feel good.

As I lay down on my bed, all I could think of was Fred. We've been a couple for two years, so a one-night stand with a stranger, no matter how good it was, wouldn't heal the wound in my heart. Neither would any amount of tears erase the memories of us from my mind. I guess that's all I have now, just memories.

My phone beeped and I turned to pick it up by my bedside table.

It is a message from Elaina, a cousin of mine. She was yet again re-inviting me over to hers.

Elaina is my age and is a top model in Washington DC and a cousin from my father's, may his soul rest well.

This is the third time she's inviting me over to her place and I've always turned her down, but, I don't think I'd be doing that this time around. I mean, without a job and with a broken relationship, what am I to stay back in LA for?

After losing my job two months ago, my relationship with Fred had been the reason I turned down Elaina's second request, but I won't do that anymore.

I sent Elaina a message, letting her know I'd be glad to visit Washington and she sent me lots of dancing emojis. I told her to expect me tomorrow.