The first thing I noticed was the pounding headache. It was a familiar sensation, one that usually accompanied a night of heavy drinking and a good decision-making. As I slowly opened my eyes, the harsh morning light streaming through the window only intensified the throbbing pain.
Groggily, I sat up and looked around, trying to take in my surroundings. The room was unfamiliar, decorated with a mix of feminine touches and college dorm room staples. I spotted a few scattered clothes on the floor, a pair of high heels kicked off in the corner, and a purse slumped over the back of a chair.
None of it looked familiar.
But that wasn't unusual.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the ground, trying to shake off the lingering haze of the previous night. My head spun, and for a moment, I had to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.
Where was I?
And, more importantly, who was I with? Oh the richest girl In campus.
The memories of the previous night were hazy, but I vaguely recalled meeting someone at a bar, laughing, drinking, and...other things.
I stood up, careful not to make any sudden movements that might exacerbate my headache. A quick scan of the room revealed a door that I assumed led to a bathroom. I stumbled towards it, hoping to find some relief from my pounding headache and dry mouth.
As I splashed water on my face and rinsed my mouth, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes looked bloodshot, my skin pale, and my hair disheveled. I looked like I'd been put through a wringer.
Which, come to think of it, was probably accurate.
I took a few more deep breaths, trying to clear my head. Time to face the music. I needed to find my clothes, get dressed, and get out of there before...whoever it was...woke up.
I quietly opened the bathroom door and slipped back into the bedroom, scanning the room for my clothes. My phone, wallet, and keys were scattered on the nightstand. I grabbed them and shoved them into my pockets.
Now, where were my clothes?
And how was I going to sneak out of here without waking...her?
I spotted my shirt draped over the back of a chair and my pants crumpled on the floor. I quickly grabbed them and began to dress, trying to move as quietly as possible.
As I pulled on my shoes, I glanced around the room one last time, making sure I hadn't left anything behind.
And that's when I saw her.
Fast asleep, curled up on her side, with a peaceful expression on her face.
For a moment, I felt a pang of...something. Guilt? Regret? I'm not sure.
But it was quickly replaced by my usual instincts.
Time to get out of there. But it's not like I wasn't used to this afterall it was my daily routine of every Saturday morning, waking up with a different girl in an unfamiliar room. Afterall I am the school's play boy and panty dropper. So I left the room with satisfaction knowing that I will be the topic on Monday that I slept with the most richest girl In our college
It's not like I wasn't used to it.