Emily's eyes widened as she took in her surroundings, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. She was in a unfamiliar bedroom, with no recollection of how she got there. As she looked around, she saw a few clues that suggested she had spent the night with someone – a pair of men's shoes on the floor, a watch on the bedside table, and a faint scent of cologne in the air.
But it wasn't until she looked down at her own body that she felt a wave of shock and embarrassment. She was naked, under the duvet, and she had no memory of how she had gotten that way. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she tried to process what had happened.
"Oh my God, what have I done?" she whispered to herself, her eyes scanning the room frantically for any sign of the person she had spent the night with. She felt a mix of emotions shame, embarrassment, and a hint of fear. What had she done? Who was she with? And what had happened between them?
As she lay there, trying to gather her thoughts, Emily heard a noise coming from the bathroom. The sound of water running, and then the door opening. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest, as a figure emerged from the bathroom.
It was Jack, the guy she had met at the club. He was smiling, and looked like he had just stepped out of a shower. Emily's eyes widened as she took in his naked torso, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks.
"Good morning," jack said, his voice low and husky. "How are you feeling?"
Emily didn't know how to respond. She was still trying to process what had happened, and she didn't know how to react to Jack's presence. She just lay there, frozen, as Jack walked towards her, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I think I need some water," Emily managed to stammer, trying to buy herself some time.
Jack nodded, and handed her a glass of water from the bedside table. "Here you go," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "You were pretty drunk last night. I hope you're feeling okay."
Emily took a sip of the water, trying to gather her thoughts. She was still feeling a little fuzzy, and she didn't know how to navigate this situation
Emily's eyes widened as the memories of the previous night came flooding back. She remembered the way Jack had touched her, the way he had kissed her, and the way they had made love. Her cheeks turned bright red as she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.
She was shy, and the fact that Jack was staring at her was not helping the situation. She felt like she was going to die from embarrassment, and she didn't know how to look him in the eye.
Just as she was trying to gather her thoughts, Jack walked over to the closet and started getting dressed. "It's time for you to leave," he said, his tone a little cold
Emily felt a pang of disappointment and hurt. She had been hoping that they could talk about what had happened, and maybe even see each other again. But now, it seemed like Jack was just trying to get rid of her.
She slowly got out of bed, feeling a little awkward and unsure of herself. She looked around the room for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. "Um, where are my clothes?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
Jack didn't even turn around. "They're in the living room," he said, his voice still cold. "You can find them on your way out."
Emily felt a sting from his words, and she quickly got out of the bedroom. She found her clothes in the living room, and she quickly got dressed. She didn't know what to say to jack, and she didn't know how to process what had happened.
As she was about to leave, she turned around and saw Jack standing in the doorway. He looked at her with a mixture of indifference and annoyance, and Emily felt a pang of hurt. She wasn't ready to be look down upon, she wasn't a slut, she also had her own pride to keep.
"What's with this change of expression, wasn't he all nice romantic earlier when I woke up"
Emily's mind was racing as she stood outside the apartment, staring at the closed door. She couldn't understand the sudden change in jack's behavior. Earlier, when she had woken up, he had been so nice and romantic, making her feel like she was the only person in the world. But now, he seemed cold and distant, like he couldn't wait to get rid of her.
She thought back to their conversation, trying to remember if she had said or done something to offend him. But she couldn't think of anything. They had talked and laughed together, and everything had seemed fine. So why the sudden change?
As she stood there, trying to make sense of it all, Emily noticed that Jack had left the door open a crack. She could see him walking back inside, sipping a glass of wine. She felt a pang of curiosity and decided to take a peek.
She pushed the door open slowly and slipped inside, trying not to make a sound. Jack was standing in the living room, staring out the window as he sipped his wine. Emily watched him for a moment, trying to read his expression. But his face was a mask, giving away nothing.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that she didn't really know Jack at all. She had thought they had a connection, but now she was starting to wonder if it had all been just a façade.
As she stood there, frozen in uncertainty, Jack suddenly spoke up. "You're still here," he said, his voice low and husky.
Emily jolt a little surprise, and she quickly tried to come up with an excuse. "I…I forgot my phone," she stammered.
Jack turned to face her, a small smile playing on his lips. "You can get it on your way out," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Emily felt a sting from his words, and she quickly looked away, trying to hide her hurt. She realized that she needed to get out of there, and fast, before she made a fool of herself. She turned and walked back to the door, trying to hold her head high as she left the apartment behind.
"Hmm" Emily scoff with the realization that he actually used her
She walk as far as she she can from the apartment promising herself not to ever see him again
"She wasn't ready to make another mistake like this again" she vowed to herself.