Opening her eyes feeling groggy, her head so heavy, Melissa turned almost falling off the bed.
Lying on her belly, she lifted her heavy head to scan the room trying to figure out how she got home but all she could remember was two men helping her stand when she almost fell at the bathroom door.
"My head hurts so much, where the hell am I?
Looking around the dimly lit room, opening her eyes wider as they threatened to close, she realized she was not home. The last she could remember was attending a party.
Melissa was not into partying but her best friend had forced her to join promising to be back before midnight.
Still lying there, she moved her eyes from the bed scanning her surrounding and all she could see was a shower head behind glass sliding doors and a small desk next to a mini fridge.
The floor-to-ceiling window gave her a view of the buildings around making her bolt up in flight on realizing she was not in her apartment.
"Oh my, how did I get to a hotel room?" She wondered checking her body then remembered the party was held in a hotel.
"But whose room is this?"
Feeling uncomfortable lying on the bed, she got down walking to the bathroom to ease her bladder that threatened to bust.
Stepping in, her body swayed forcing her to lean on the sink blinking her eyes hard as she shook her head to clear her foggy mind.
She didn't understand what was happening to her.
Her body didn't feel like her own and her brain felt detached from her body. She never took alcohol and tonight was no exception. The only drink she took had no alcohol in it but then she felt light headed and her legs were losing their strength.
Finishing her bathroom business with the hope of feeling better, a bolt of heat flashed down her spine. Looking from the disheveled bed she had been sleeping on a minute ago to the door, Melissa thought of getting back on the bed but then her friend might get worried looking for her and she had no idea whose room she was in. Since her apartment was not far from the hotel and a short ride in a taxi would have her home in no time, she decided to leave.
"I'll have some rest once I'm home, probably go see a doctor too." She said to herself slapping her cheeks lightly to keep herself awake.
With a plan all formulated in her mind, Melissa walked out. Dragging herself out of the room, all she saw was an array of closed doors on either side of the hallway.
A few steps from the door her body temperature changed. She felt so uncomfortable she wished to take her clothes off. With every step she took, the worse she felt.
Unable to walk straight she leaned on the wall, dragging herself a long tagging on her clothes hoping to find something to reduce the heat in her body.
"Huh!"
Halfway through the corridor, she felt the wall cave in.
She had not realized she was leaning on a door as she fell on a warm muscular chest knocking them both to the floor.
Touching the warmth beneath her somehow made her feel better she couldn't stop. Nor did she think of what she was doing.
Getting closer to his face, she leaned in placing her lips on his kissing him awkwardly almost eating him up.
"Help me, please help me. This heat is killing me."
Fabling with his clothes her hands on his belt so eager to find the release she so much wanted, he held her hands stopping her.
After gazing at her flashed gorgeous face for a second, he lifted her onto the bed. Ridding them of their clothes, he took charge as aggressively as she had.
"Ah!"
"Mmm!"
As the strong man broke the barriers, she moaned and screamed at the same time hating yet loving how it made her feel. The pain and ecstasy mixed almost drove her mad yet she couldn't get enough of him.
He was warm and sweet doing all the magical things to her innocent self. So attentively guiding her along like he knew it was her first. As exhaustion took over, they both closed their eyes falling asleep in each other's arms.
....
Feeling the heat on her face as the sun lays beamed through the open window, Melissa opened her eyes. The first thought that flashed through her mind as she had managed to get home but with the pain in her body and feeling the masculine warmth beneath her, the events of that night flooded her mind.
"Oh heavens!"
She was still in that hotel though in a different room.
It had all seemed like a dream but it was so real. There she was lying on top of a man with her leg draped over his lower body.
Lifting her head, carefully not to wake him, she briefly stared at his face taking in all his features. If she had her phone, she would have snapped a photo since it was not every day you woke up in the arms of such a man.
Managing to get off him carefully, Melissa picked up her clothes from where they lay scattered by the door. Putting them on fast and ran out of the room before he could wake up.
....
It had been years since that night, since the last time Melissa saw that handsome face but she never forgot it. Some night his face keeps her awake with questions on her mind about what made her act the way she did.
Getting her mind back to the bakery, she looked at the magazine again. He was as breathtaking as he was that morning and still way off her league.
As one of the most intriguing young breathtakingly gorgeous CEO featured in all magazines, from business to love magazines, and always with a different woman by his side, Melissa knew he would never notice someone like her.
"Forget it, Melissa."
Clearly, the only person that night affected was her as it seemed he had long moved on. Probably it was not a strange thing for him to spend a night with a strange woman. Most probably he never remembered her or the happening of that night.
"Melissa!" When her name was called with her order ready, she sighed placing the business magazine back on the table choosing to keep the past where it belonged.
In the past.