"I don't know, sir. I don't remember much, I had to leave my house my house last night and I had come to the hotel , I booked a room and was given my key card and then......" I stop as I remembered what happened yesterday.
I had bumped into a lady in the elevator and she seemed irritated, she said a few cuss words and bent to pick up her fallen key card, I picked mine too and walked towards the room with the number printed in gold on the black keycard. Feeling tears well up in my eyes slowly as realization dawned on me...I had lost my innocence to this man. I hate crying but I can't help it right now.
"So you're saying, you booked a room, got your keycard and ended up in my room overnight?" He asks and I nodded with my head still lowered.
"That's bullshit, the receptionist couldn't have made a mistake with the keys so you definitely have some more to explain" he says.