Prologue
Losing my virginity wasn’t exactly on my bucket list. Okay, maybe it was, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon. It was my fault that things got a little out of hand. Temptation pulled me down like gravity, and I wasn’t able to stop myself in time. The sun rays seeped through the vertical blinds of the dimly lit room, hitting me right in the eyes. I slowly turned to my left side, grabbing the soft white pillow next to me. So soft. I pressed it against my face. And what is that wonderful scent? I took another sniff. Wait. Is that a guy’s cologne? I opened my eyes, and after briefly assessing the room, that’s when it hit me. This isn’t my room! I quickly rolled off the bed, but I tripped because my foot got caught in the white blanket I was using. A sharp pain suddenly pierced through my head as I got up from the carpet. I pressed the heel of my palm against my forehead.
Shit. What have I done?
I looked down and noticed how I was still wearing my peach-colored dress from last night. That’s weird. I expected the room to be messy, like clothes and undergarments scattered everywhere, or beer cans and wine on the table like what you usually see in movies after a one-night stand. Since I’m still wearing my clothes, I guess it wasn’t a one-night stand then? My eyes rolled up to the ceiling and mouthed Thank you before I scrambled out of bed. Another sharp pain shot through my head. I sat back down at the edge of the bed. Crap. It seemed like my head was rammed against a wall continuously the whole night. Was the sparkling cider spiked or something? I don’t recall drinking any alcohol last night, and I don’t even recall accepting drinks from any of the guys at the party either. I reached for my black pumps that were neatly placed in front of the bedside table.
Whoever helped me out last night was such a kind person. After slipping into my shoes, I paused to rub my temples in a circular motion. Oh, yeah. I think I remember now. It started on the top deck. A handsome guy approached me and we just started talking. There was definitely lots of flirting. Actually, most of the flirting was done by me at first. But the problem is, I don’t think I remember anything else after we went inside his room. I’m truly grateful that I didn’t have sex with a random guy from the party. That’s a huge relief. While all my friends from high school bragged about their first-time experiences, I promised myself that I wasn’t going to have sex until after I got married. Not that there’s anything wrong with premarital sex. If that’s what you want, then go for it. To me, it’s a personal choice. I just wanted to save myself for that special person.
Speaking of that special person, I wonder where that guy is now? He didn’t even leave a note anywhere. At least a name would suffice. I know for a fact that I wasn’t drunk last night. But his face. I do remember his face. He was really cute. Not sure how old he was, but I do remember it all started with him whispering naughty things in my ear. For some reason the things he said turned me on, and that’s how we ended up here in this room. Except, no sex happened. How great is that? My faith in humanity has been restored. Who knew guys like the one who brought me here still existed? I wanted to say thank you before I leave. Thank you for not taking advantage of me while I was drunk? No. Maybe I’ll skip leaving a note. I should just go before the cleaning staff comes in here.
I grabbed my black cardigan from the sofa, as well as my black clutch that was placed on the bedside table. Before I turned away, I noticed there was a small brochure placed next to the telephone that said Sterling on it. It was a luxury white mega yacht named Sterling. My cousin had her wedding reception here yesterday. Her French husband probably spent a fortune on their wedding. Now, they’re going to live happily ever after. I’m so happy for Aylene. She deserves all the love in the world. Hopefully someday I’ll be able to experience a grand wedding like hers. I smiled and happily tucked the brochure inside my clutch before leaving the room in a hurry.
