Y/N's POV
It was warm, unusually warm.
Did they finally fix the heaters? Ah but I did not pay my bills yet... then why is it so warm? It is the middle of winter, so it can't be the sun. Slowly I lift my eyelids and adjust my vision from the bright white snow reflected through the window. Once my eyes fully adjusted, I looked around expecting to see the pale brown walls surrounding me, only to be completely dumbfounded as the interior looked completely different from the one I had. This is not even my room, heck, this is not even my apartment. If anything, it looks like the high class suite from the hotel I work part-time at. Wait. It is the high class suite from the hotel I work at. Why am I here? Did I fall asleep while cleaning? What time is it? Am I going to get fired for falling asleep while working? My head started to throb and a splitting headache attacked me.
I was too busy overthinking about everything without even realising that there was someone next to me. And it was not just any someone. He was a handsome someone. He had black messy hair, slightly covering his eyes and his jawline...pure perfection. Trying not to wake the sleeping man next to me, I sit up slowly and the blanket rolls off my body and moves slightly off the man next to me. Uh oh. I messed up bad. There was a naked body next to me, alive and breathing obviously. Hickeys covered his chest and I blushed realising that it was probably me who did that. I was wearing an oversized shirt over my also naked body. Hickeys were painted on my thighs like an artwork. I had no memory of what happened last night. I am in an extremely expensive suite, meaning that this man is probably some rich CEO who could sue me at any moment. I needed to leave. To escape, before this man woke up.
I hurry out of bed, trying my best not to wake the man sleeping next to me. I find my clothes on the floor nearby. They look as if they had been thrown away. Suddenly I hear shuffling coming from the bed behind me. I freeze, turning around slowly, only to feel a wave of relief wash over me as the man was still fast asleep, now facing the other way. Something red on the man's back catches my eye. Scratch marks. Did I do that too? I feel the blood rush to my face and cover my mouth to stop myself from making any noise. Once I changed, I searched for a sticky note and pen to write a message and leave some cash behind for the man. I wrote 'Sorry for last night. Please take this as an apology.' and stick it onto the bedside table next to the man. I quickly grab my phone and rush out of the room, closing the door softly behind me as I sigh in relief. I had escaped.
Walking down the hallway I could not help but notice the stares from the staff and customers walking around, but I was too busy trying to turn my phone on to do anything about it. As I stared at the blank screen on my phone, I see a spot, multiple spots on my neck, and gasp in surprise. Did that man do this? I hurry down to the lobby to find the bathroom, letting my hair drop down to cover my neck. As soon as I enter the bathroom and find the mirror, I turn completely red. I look like I got attacked by mosquitos. Hickeys were to be found all over my neck and legs. Even some on my collar bone. My hair was wild and tangled. It looked as if a child tried to do my hair. It was not a nice sight to look at. I try fixing my hair but failed miserably without a brush.
"Y/N? Is that you...?"
I turn around quickly, only to find my friend and co-worker, Marie, giving me a weird look.
"Why are you- Who- When- How-" Marie stutters, looking at my legs, neck, and face, "what happened to you?"
"I-I can explain haha..." I start, looking away, then quickly looking back at her, "please please please do not tell anyone you saw me like this, especially not our manager, I do not want to lose my job," I plead, bowing profusely.
"Okay, but you owe me an explanation," Marie sighs, getting a brush and some makeup out of her bag, "here, let me help you cover up those marks, use this brush to fix your hair. Work starts in an hour. You can tell me what happened after work."
"Thank you so much! You are a lifesaver Marie," I say, hugging her, then pulling away to face her again, "I need a uniform though..."
"There," she points to a separate bag nearby, "use my spare uniform."
"Thank youuu!" I squeal, hugging her again, "let me go get changed then you can continue with my makeup."
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Seven Choices
FanfictionPhotography was just a hobby. Y/N's real job, at a hotel, was what she had to manage with. Money was tight for Y/N. Her dreams of being a professional photographer and attending her dream university were way out of reach. But this year, luck seems t...
