The Morning After
Slowly, Monica Brookes eyes fluttered open, and her still form shifted on the bed. She looked to the other side of the bed, and it was empty.
She sat up, groggy from all the sleep, as she looked around the room. She was alone. Scott must have made his way out of the room sometime while she had been sleeping.
She was still naked, and her body ached from all the rounds of sex she had gone through all through the night. Her muscles felt like rubber, and she just wanted to go back to sleep. But she did not lie back down; instead, she pushed herself to her feet and got out of bed.
On shaky legs, she made her way to the bathroom, where she freshened up. She brushed her teeth and took her bath. By the time she was done, the sleep was gone from her eyes, and all she felt was this ravenous hunger that had settled deep inside her belly.
The events of the night had really taken all of her strength, and she had done it on an almost empty stomach. Seeing as she had not eaten any solid food since her plane had landed in Georgia. Except for the snacks, she had gotten from the supermarket. And that was now gone.
She needed food, or she was going to die of starvation.
She walked out of the bathroom after toweling herself dry, picked up her phone, and checked the time.
“Fuck!” She groaned; it was past noon.
She had slept throughout the morning. What the hell had Scott done to her? She also checked if she had missed any calls, but there were no notifications to that effect. Scott was supposed to call her; she wondered idly why he had yet to do that. How would he just fuck the living daylights out of someone and vanish like that? What the hell was he thinking?
And so, she dropped the phone and picked up the remote instead. She turned on the television and put it on the music channel. And while the sing-song voice of the musician filled up her room, she made her way to the wardrobe where she picked the clothes she would wear.
She did not apply any makeup; all she did was touch a little powder to her face and some little lip gloss to make her lips sparkle, and that was done. She grabbed her purse from the desk and made sure it had her ATM card in it. Then she took her phone and made her way out.
The bellboy from yesterday had told her there was a restaurant nearby, so she was going to look for it. Or anyone at all that she could find. The hunger that was disturbing her was not going to have patience for an ultimate search.
The passageway was deserted as she made her way down it, and this was something she had gotten accustomed to. Everyone stayed in their rooms, minding their business, and they only stepped out when they had a tangible reason to do so.
Her footsteps echoed along the hallowed hallway, her footwear slapping against the tiled floor as she walked. There was a faint smell of an air freshener lingering in the air. It smelled familiar to her; it took her a moment before she realized it smelled the same as the one that her father used in his office and in his cars.
The ones they used at home were different, though; it was her mother who chose those.
She stopped before the elevator and pushed the button. As she waited for it to come, she leaned against the wall, wondering just how long she could endure this hunger. If she had been at home, she would have simply cooked. She could also place an order and have it delivered to her room, but she had stopped doing that a long time ago.
A few years back, when she had still been in school, she had ordered a meal, and the way the dispatch rider had handled the food had destroyed her appetite and hunger immediately. She was not going to put anything in her mouth that had recently been in their box. Unless that thing was manufactured in a factory and had a standard wrap or a can, then she was good to go.
Moreover, what she wanted right now was solid food. Not snacks or anything like that. She wanted to eat something that would fill her up for real.
The elevator finally opened up before her, and someone exited. It was a man; he walked by her, smiled at her, and then walked past.
Walking through the door of the elevator, she turned and watched him until he got to his room. It was the one directly beside her’s.
“Oh boy…” she muttered as the doors slid shut.
She had no idea why she was reading any meaning into it. This was a bloody hotel, and so there would always be someone on both sides of her room. That was unavoidable.
But then she could not help but wonder just how noisy she had been last night when Scott had been giving it to her. She knew she had been quite loud, but exactly how loud? Was that why the man was smiling at her? Had he heard her last night?
“Shit! Oh fucking stop it, Monica!” She told herself, reminding herself that the rooms were soundproof and there was no way anyone could have heard anything. Just as she had also not heard a peep from any one of the rooms beside her last night as well. Everyone was just minding their business.
She let out a deep sigh; she was just scared that this thing would blow up in her face. Now that she had started, there was no way she was going to stop it. It was really good, and she was going to see it to the end so that she could achieve the end results that she was after.
She was a woman on a mission, and she would get it by all means.
