Chapter 2 Reality Sets In

Audrey's eyes slowly opened due to the sunlight that penetrated into the cold room. She let out a loud yawn but pains from in-between her legs snapped her out of her sleep.

Reality suddenly hit her hard, and she jumped up from the bed, feeling the sharp pains in between her legs.

She made another effort to sit up, but a jolt of pain surged through her head, compelling her to collapse back onto the pillow. Her thoughts raced chaotically as she questioned how she ended up in a room with no recollection of returning home.

The last thing she clearly remembered was receiving an urgent call from Mr. Frost. She had gone to his office, where he offered her a glass of wine, and then everything turned into a blur.

Feeling a sense of dread, she glanced down at herself beneath the duvet and realised she was completely naked. So this was Mr. Frost's scheme all along-get her intoxicated and then take advantage of her.

Just as she was about to leap out of bed to confront Mr Frost for being a jerk, a memory struck her: he had asked her to attend to a customer.

Had she actually slept with that customer?

She slapped her forehead as the memories of the previous night rushed back.

She recalled a man in the bed, and how she had kissed him passionately, as if she were desperate. He hadn't even bothered to ask her any questions, and to make matters worse, she couldn't remember his face-just fragmented images.

She pressed her hands to her temples, desperate for the memories to fade, but they persisted relentlessly.

Last night, she had completely lost control, surrendering herself to a man she knew nothing about, someone for whom she felt no connection whatsoever.

"I am as good as dead!" She shrieked in fear.

The fact that she slept out of the house and ended up in bed with a stranger that took her first time was quite alarming yet the most dreaded part was how the hell she was going to explain to her family!

It was real. She wasn't hallucinating. It all happened and she lost it to a stranger.

Lowering her head, Audrey let out her stiffened tears as she tried to put her clothes on. Luckily her clothes were still intact.

As she finished getting dressed, her eyes caught a piece of paper on the bedside table. It was a note with a parcel beside it.

Audrey quickly took the note, knowing this was kept by the stranger who she had a one night stand with. It must be a letter of apology, she mused.

" Check the parcel."

" It's not his fault either.." She murmured to no one in particular as her eyes went to the blood stained duvet.

Although Audrey hated herself for what happened last night, she couldn't blame the stranger entirely. She could recall how she flung herself at him.

She was still finding it hard to believe what happened. How could she start feeling horny last night? It all began with the drink she took last night.

She was going to meet Manager Frost later in the evening during her shift. She needed an explanation for last night.

Audrey stared at the parcel, then she opened it only to see a written check of one million dollars, with a note attached with it.

"For last night."

She bit hard on her lips, trying to control the rage that was building up inside her.

"What the hell does he think of me? Perhaps a slut? Does he think I need his damn money!" Audrey yelled, feeling heartbroken.

She took the check and decided to return it back to the man. She was sure the manager would have his contact.

"You're such an idiot, Audrey!" she shouted, slapping her forehead in frustration.

The realisation of her reckless mistake gnawed at her insides, a constant reminder of her folly.

Her gaze fell upon the bloodstains on the sheets, and a sad sigh escaped her lips. Audrey lay on the bed, drenched in tears, unable to recall how long she had been there, grappling with the thought of how to tell her stepmom why she didn't return last night.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. It was a colleague, a janitor, asking to come in and tidy up the room. Audrey quickly altered her voice, requesting the janitor to return later.

With urgency, she sprang from the bed, wincing as she clutched her stomach. After a hasty wash in the bathroom, she dressed quickly and was about to rush out when her gaze fell upon a white envelope on the table again.

Initially, she assumed it contained the stranger's contact information. She was curious about the man who had taken her virginity, relished her body throughout the night, and vanished before dawn.

Not until she saw the check.

She wondered about the wealth of the man who could afford to give away such an amount in a single night. But then, a wave of anger washed over her, and she collapsed back onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Receiving money from a stranger after having sex left her feeling degraded, as if she were merely an object for sale.

The thought that he viewed her this way only deepened her sense of worthlessness. The transaction made her feel like she was nothing more than a disposable item, easily bought and tossed aside by any man willing to pay.

Still in tears, she forced herself to rise from the floor and dashed to the staff room to collect her belongings, ignoring the friendly greetings from her coworkers.

Just as she stepped out of the hotel, she caught sight of Mr. Frost approaching and, fueled by rage, she sprinted toward him and delivered three sharp slaps across his face, leaving the hotel staff and guests in stunned silence.

"You're a deranged man, Mr. Frost! Is this what you wanted? You spiked the wine you served me last night and fed me your ridiculous lies! I swear, you won't escape the consequences of this!"

With her heart hurting like hell, she dragged herself to her house to face whatever punishment was awaiting her.