Undisclosed

I can’t believe the complete fuckery I’ve allowed myself to fall into.

“Hey, are you alright in there?” The baritone in the man’s voice shocks me back into my current state of affairs.

Shit, shit, shit! Well, what did I expect? I’m the one holed up in his hotel bathroom. Clearing my throat, I muster an answer, “Um, yeah, I’m good. I need to, uh, finish washing up. I’ll be out in a sec.”

The two blurry, panicked reflections of myself in the bathroom’s mirror would beg to differ. I am not okay, and there is a good chance I have never been this drunk in my whole entire life.

“Alright, but hurry up. Hey, don’t forget to brush your teeth while you’re in there.” He chuckles, “Not too many girls swallow on the first date.”

An involuntary dry heave causes my abdomen to spasm violently. Please, no more vomiting.

The worst part is that we aren’t even on a date! He’s just some guy from the bar that I left with. I’m usually the one reprimanding my friends for lousy life choices. This fucking asshole didn’t even have the decency to give me a warning before he shot his load.

A night home alone with Netflix, junk food, and a glass of wine rarely ends with seeing double and this much regret. I should never have listened to Sarah and Rachelle. How did I ever let them convince me this is what I needed to get over my fiancé?

I mean ex-fiancé.

“Amelia, get your shit together,” I vehemently whisper before taking a deep breath, breathing it out slowly. Yeah, that helped none. If anything, I feel woozier than before locking myself in here.

Okay, you can do this. All I need is to concentrate harder. Mind over matter, right?Focus on something simple and build from there. I’ll start with the double reflection staring back at me. My face screws up once my vision slightly clears. God, I look horrible. It has to be the dim lighting that’s making my olive complexion appear sickly-yellow.

Nonetheless, there are no excuses for the mess of mascara and smeared plum-colored lipstick. A flash of the stranger’s dick plays in my mind while I brace myself for another dry heave. Thank goodness it never comes.

An involuntary sway causes me to back away from the mirror, glancing down. Fuck... my clothes are ruined. Well, not my clothes. Sarah’s halter top and Rachelle’s sister’s favorite jeans are ruined with puke in more places than not. I swallow hard, trying to suppress my guilt and embarrassment.

No, this night of “debauchery” was their idea, not mine.Plus, I probably stretched out their clothes anyway. And furthermore... wait, what was I— “Whoa, shit,” I mumble after tumbling towards the sink where my double reflection is still there to greet me. Another sigh floats out my mouth, “I swear, a drunk isn’t good for shit. Focus goddammit.”

I am a grown woman, and I chose to drink too much and leave with... shit. I don’t even remember his name. At least I managed to keep the vomit out of my hair. It looks like my ebony tresses are the only thing I kept in check. That’s something, right?

My head lolls to the side before sloppily swinging the other direction. Everywhere I look, I’m faced with the pure definition of luxury, with a bidet and all. From the hotel’s appearance, the nameless man has money. In any other situation, I would’ve been over the moon to be standing in this bathroom.

“Whoa!” I catch myself to prevent tumbling to the floor.

“Are you sure you’re okay in there?” the man calls from the bedroom.

He sure is a pushy fucker. Maybe I should tell him to fuck off.

I almost fall again. This can’t be good. I need to get out of here. Where’s my phone? I look around the bathroom the best I can muster. Fuck! Of course, it is outside with him, my shoes, and my purse. He already got a blowjob and most likely wants me to leave anyway, right? All I have to do is grab my things and say I have to go. He’ll jump at the chance to get me out of his hair... I hope.

A stumble, and a forceful jerk of the door, leads me into the bedroom, where the naked stranger is slowly stroking his fully erect dick. Distinct and lean muscles are on every inch of him. With each deliberate stroke, his abdomen reacts with a delicious twitch that causes his muscles to contract.

He smirks at my curiosity, keeping his tempo while I watch. His dick is average in size, but the confidence he exudes is intoxicating. My skin starts to itch with insecurity. What wouldn’t I give to be able to radiate that amount of confidence? I feel a twinge of jealousy. I still want to leave, but it’s apparent that he has other plans.

Queasiness and panic are building inside of me. I break eye contact and start searching for my belongings, “I tried to freshen up, but I still feel up... er, off. I think I... I should call in a night. Maybe we can swish numbers and... uh... Fuck.”

Where’s my stuff?! I can feel my body sway as a heaviness takes over me. What the hell is that smell? It’s not bad, but way too strong.

“Relax and let me take care of you,” he persuades. I jump at his voice that’s suddenly too close. “You need to loosen up,” he says, taking a step closer.

I barely manage to turn towards him, “Your cologne is too... I can’t even r’member your name... and I can’t lose... mmmy... I’mma a virgin.”

It takes work, but I focus on his face. He doesn’t seem fazed by my slurring of words. I feel my heart begin to race.

“Wow, you give great head to be a virgin,” he chuckles. His hand starts to caress my body slowly, “I’m going to enjoy taking the one thing he will never be able to get back.”

Who is he talking about? Theo? No, there’s no way he knows my ex. But it doesn’t take much to see that he plans on violating me. I kick upward, hearing a loud grunt before I somehow run-stumble out of the room.

My escape through the hotel is a giant blur. The things I know for sure are that the man I ran from has all of my belongings, and if I don’t get far away, he will find me and hurt me.

The bright lights and noise of the street work to confuse me further.Where the fuck am I? Shit. All I remember is the girls, and I drove up to San Francisco for the weekend. Why can’t I remember where I am now?

“Hey, bitch! Get your fucking ass back here!”

No, no, no, no. It has to be that man! I can’t let him catch me!

I run towards bright, moving lights. A building with flags across the huge street goes in and out of focus. Maybe it’s an American Embassy. They have to keep me safe, right?

My ability to balance is getting worse, but I keep running when someone tugs at my shoulder, “No! Let mmmeee gooo!”

“It’s okay! You’re okay! Who are you running from?”

It’s a man, but not the man that wants to hurt me. But his voice sounds far away as if it’s traveling down a tunnel to reach me. That’s my last thought before my legs give out, but I don’t hit the ground.

“Oh god, is she going to be alright?”

Wait... Why does his voice sound like a women’s now? No, there are two voices, right? He cuts into my disjointed thoughts, “I’m sure she’ll be fine, but maybe we should take her to the hospital to make sure.”

My neck feels too loose as I shake my head, “I don’t need to... hospital. Got away from... ’fore anything happened. Sooo, I’m still a...”