*Beep Beep Beep*

My alarm kept on ringing for I don't know how long until I was woken by it. Still, with my eyes closed and with my head spinning crazy, I tried to reach for my phone which I usually put on the bedside table.

I lazily moved my hand to the side touching the soft mattress I am lying on. I moved my hand further onto an unknown warm material. At first, I thought it was the table based on its hard texture but when I moved my hand lower I felt a tingling sensation like someone was blowing air in my hand.

What's this? My mind was still blurry from last night so I couldn't get what it was and decided to continue exploring it as I might be dreaming. I touched a soft line which felt like lips and when I moved lower, it was warm...and there's a candy-like stone that's rolling.

Oh, it made me curious so I decided to flick it.

"Fuck!"

I heard someone shouting.

The next thing I knew, I was pushed down. My butt landed on the ground as I ran over my hand giving me so much pain...and somehow waking up all my senses.

"Ouch! What pushed me?"

I caressed my arms while sitting crossed legs on the floor. My butt felt numb, not making me move from my spot.

When I looked at my bed, that's when it occurred to me... I am not the only one in my room. Oh, wait. This isn't my room... and... and... I am naked!

"Aaaaa!" I screamed while hugging myself but I don't know what should I cover first, the breast part or the lower part.

I try to pull a blanket but it didn't even move. I raised my brow. There's a man.

I blinked and counted one...two...three... hoping he would disappear. He didn't.

"Aaaaah!" I screamed again. "Aaaaah! Help!"

On my third attempt to shout again, a pillow landed on my face.

"Bitch, will you please shut the fuck up?" He shouted at me. I used the pillow to cover myself while still sitting on the floor.

The man stood up. He's tall, maybe about 180 cm in height. He has refined muscles. It seems like he's been living in the gym for all his life. Damn! How can this guy be so perfect, like he's been a sculpture? And, even with his back turned on me... I could still see his shaft between his legs.

Wait...what? He's also naked, and so am I!

I looked around the place. It's messy. My clothes as well as his clothes are everywhere. There's a bottle of whiskey on the table and champagne, too.

"Where am I?" I blinked.

"Definitely, you are inside a hotel room, slut!" He threw me my red lace bra and long truffle. "What? Did you just call me slut?" I raised my brow as I get my clothes furiously.

"Then, what should I call you? Bitch?" He mocked. "Now, can you tell me how dare you drugged me and then have sex with me!"

"What!? Are you being serious?" I felt hugely confused by what he said. And more exactly, confused by what happened last night. Did I drug him??

I quickly wore my clothes and fixed my hair. Slowing standing from the edge of the bed, I saw he was already wearing his pants and white sleeve polo shirt, although it was not yet buttoned. My eyes followed the movement of his hands that started buttoning his shirt. Then I watched him bit his lower lip with a slight smirk like he was seducing me.

Finally, I met his locked gaze on mine and...

Wait...a minute!

This face... This man...

My heart was beating so fast. Five years ago, I was in a car accident. It was so terrible that I thought I wouldn't be able to live. However, it's exactly this man who saved me from the accident. From then on, he has been engraved in my heart and remained to be the man I want to marry.

Now, the man is standing in front of me like a dream. Oh, my gosh! I immediately caressed my lips and smiled upon realizing we... we had sex. Oh, god! My whole existence was panicking right now. My face reddened at the thought that we had shared a night together.

I felt warm in my whole body. I would definitely trade anything just to be with him again. I have been waiting for this day. It seems surreal now.

"Bitch! I am talking to you!" He flicked in front of me. I didn't even flinch as my whole senses just couldn't accept the fact that I had sex with him.

I wanted to shout at the top of my lungs but he was shooting daggers in front of me now so I have to stop.

"Ugh..." I stammered.

I don't know what to say. I recalled what happened last night. It wasn't clear... but there's a fragment of me having sex and enjoying pleasure with a man. I feel so hot right now. Why did I get so drunk that I couldn't remember it now?

"Vladimir, I..." I unconsciously whispered. He cut me with a scoff.

"See, you even know my name! So, I was right! You drugged me and purposely sneaked into my room so I can have sex with you. What? For my money?" He's furious and I could see his veins popping out any moment.

"No! I didn't do it!" I denied the accusations. Even though I want to be with him, I will never do such a thing.

"Then, can you explain to me why you are here in my hotel room, slut!" He closed his fist and I can see the frustration in his eyes.

"I don't know..." I sighed. I couldn't remember too because I was so drunk at the party last night.

"Do you think I am going to believe you? Surely, this is one of your tricks to get money from guys like me." He scorned. I felt insulted, but I don't have proof to defend myself since even I cannot recall it.

I felt a bit sad because this isn't the meeting I imagined in my mind with him. It has always been a fairy tale, but now it has become a nightmare and he hates me. Oh, no! What am I going to do?

"No!" I shook my head. "I am not going to do it to you. Don't you remember who I am?"

That's my last resort. I hope he can remember me because he has never been forgotten since the first time I laid my eyes on him. Although, my heart was shattered by what he said.

"Hah! Who are you for me to remember? Are you even that special?" He surveyed me from head to toe. It pains my heart as he was treating me like trash. He couldn't remember it.

"Please... believe me..." I begged him. "I don't really remember it."

"Vicious woman, tell me, what do you want? Why did you set me up in this? Are you planning to use this in the future to ruin me? Or for money?" He said, a bit furious. His eyes darkened as he carefully looked at me with disgust.

"I am telling you, I am not aware of this. I was drunk and I didn't mean it at all!" I shouted back.

"Do you really think I want your money?" I told him. All I want for him is to notice me... and certainly love me back like I always do with him.

"If not, what else do you want from me?"

"Nothing!"

"Do you think I would believe you?"

"I don't care if you will believe me or not." I firmly said. "I'm walking away now and don't worry you will not see me again." It hurts to say that... but I also felt insulted by the man I love.

As I turned my back, he grabbed me by my wrist.

"Do you think I'll let you get away from it that easily?" He smirked.

"What do you mean?" I try to escape from his hand but he's just too strong.

"Since you carefully set a trap to drug me, why can't I fulfill you?"

"What do you mean by that?"

I almost fell on my knees when he said, "Marry me."