Mysterious Man's Disappearance

The distinctive scent of lavender filled the room where I was still closed, and I woke up to the fragrance that wafted into my nostrils. Where was I? Was I still in the room of the man who had miraculously saved me? Or was I in heaven now because falling from such a tall building couldn't have saved me.

That man... where was he? I should have thanked him for saving me even though he managed to take a lot of things away from me—he had taken away the virginity I had guarded for so long and without my permission.

I got up from the bed, a nightgown clinging to my body as if he had never touched me. If not, then what happened last night was it just a dream?

"Hello... is there anyone? Hey... are you in the bathroom?" There was no answer, and when I opened the door, I saw that the bathroom was empty. I sighed in despair, returned to the bed, and found a piece of paper on the nightstand with a short message.

[Finish the juice and vitamins. Go down to the restaurant and order food by mentioning your room number. I've paid for everything for you. Then go home because your parents are worried about you.]

Impossible! They weren't worried about me at all, and just last night, Dad called, swore, and cursed me for doing something wrong that made that bastard cancel the marriage.

It was only natural that my family was so upset. My ex-boyfriend was one of the most successful businessmen in Eastonville, and being his wife was the dream of many women. I didn't know what made him want to marry me at that time, although in the end, the temptation of that slut was far greater, and I managed to grow the seed of love in her womb.

I rubbed my face roughly and got up, looking at my face, which looked pale and unusual. Perhaps it was the alcohol I had recklessly consumed last night that made my face lackluster, as if it had lost its zest for life.

Indeed. That was the truth. I lost the will to survive and... wait! What was this?

I felt a red mark on the side of my neck. It looked like two strange dots that I had never seen before. Each side looked red, like it was brand new, and could have been an insect bite. However, how could a hotel that is this luxurious not maintain hygiene?

I checked the bed and blankets; they looked fine, clean, and smelled good. There was also no sign that I had fuck with that guy. Was last night a dream, or was it real? If it was a dream, why did it feel so vivid? I even still feel throbbing in my puss every time I recall the incident.

My cell phone rang. It was Dad again, and I wasn't interested in taking the call because I would get even more flak. It would be better if I just disappeared.

I didn't know what was going through my mind last night to ask for a longer life, a loving kiss, marriage, and love. I must have been crazy. That man was even crazier because he said that he would grant everything. However, where was he now? Why did he just run away as if nothing happened between us?

What if I had his baby after last night? I need his responsibility, of course.

A message arrived from my best friend. I read it immediately and still didn't feel like replying because I was sure she wasn't asking out of curiosity but at my father's behest.

I didn't want to go home. Could I stay in this place for a while? Where else would that man be? If I could beg or whatever he asked, I would as long as he took me far away instead of leaving me here alone. He promised, and I expected proof. But he wasn't here. He probably ran away, like my ex did, and once again, I had to accept the reality of being hurt and healed all by myself.

***

I looked at the room I was in now. Although it wasn't very nice, it was still clean, and according to the owner, it was quiet, so I could do my job well.

I wasn't a permanent employee of any company. Finding a job for someone who wasn't good-looking like me wasn't easy. So, no matter how much experience and skill I had, the company wouldn't consider hiring me. Moreover, they often use female employees as mistresses, and I was against that the most.

That was why I only did freelance work—not important work. As a design graduate, I created a raw design for a building or arranged the interior of a room in a company. I'd been doing this only if someone used my services. If not, then I had to make do with the few cents I had.

Luckily, Dad was still willing to take me in, even if my stepmother wasn't.

"Are you out of your mind? Your father terrorized me for the past few days, asking me to take you back, and you casually rented an apartment without saying anything. You have a heart, Jo." My best friend was bombarding me with nagging on the other side while I was still busy organizing the industrial design room with one large room.

I had spent thousands of dollars buying everything I needed to make this room more comfortable for me to live in for a while, if not forever.

"Don't say anything to him. Just say that you didn't know about my whereabouts after that night. Easy, right?"

"Are you insane?? Where's your address? I'll drop by at lunchtime," she said. I immediately gave her the address on the condition that she would never reveal it to my family.

She came right at lunchtime, bringing a few packets for us to enjoy together. Many stories flowed, and I shared them with her, including about the mysterious man.

"So you didn't see him again?" she asked with an obvious look of curiosity. "I think you were hallucinating at the time. You said you made love, but when you woke up, you were fully clothed, and there was no trace of your lovemaking there. So, are you honestly saying this?"

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"Because you were drunk when you left, and I'm not sure what happened to you," she said as she enjoyed the burger in her hand. I didn't tell her everything, just the things that made sense.

If I said I jumped off a rooftop and a man rescued and took me to a hotel room, no human in any part of the world would believe me, and they would definitely think it was a hoax.

So, it was enough to save me from a horny man and take me to a hotel.

"I was serious. And when I woke up, I only found this," I said as I showed her the paper the man had left on the nightstand. "He just left after dumping me, and I'm not going to stay quiet. I'm going to find him so he can take responsibility for what he did to me. I swear about it."

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