Where am I

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My eyes flutter open and my head is pounding. As I am becoming more aware, I realize the ceiling looking back at me was not my ceiling. In fact I have never seen this ceiling in my life.

I go to sit up and swing my legs off the unknown bed in the unknown room, when I realize I am naked. My head is pounding from the sudden movement. What in the actually fuck, I think to myself. I look around the room to get a hint as to where I am. I check the nightstand and there is a pad of paper and a pen. They both read Intercontinental Buckhead Atlanta.

Good news is I am not far from home, bad news I still have no idea how I got here. I gather the blanket around my body and start to gather my clothes. My legs hurt with each step like I had done leg day 8 days in a row.

I stop in front of a mirror and look at myself. My hair was disheveled to say the least, mascara and eyeliner were smeared from my eyes, and my lips were slightly swollen. I looked like a mess. As I got closer there were hickies that started on my neck. I opened up the blanket wrapped around me. The hickies went down to my breast and my stomach, there were bruises on my thighs.

I quickly put the blanket back around when I realized someone was with me last night in this room, but who was it?

I had found all of my clothing except for my bra and underwear. I get dressed and find my phone, which of course my luck it is dead.

I realize then there is water running in the bathroom. As I get closer, I can hear the shower running. I stumble back on to the bed , realizing not only did I share this room with someone last night but that someone is still here.

At first I thought about making a run for it, but then again I wanted to know who I was with. I looked around to see if I could find a wallet or something to tie me to the person in the shower. No luck.

I hear the water stop and the bathroom door start to open. Standing there with water droplets falling down his naked body in nothing but a towel around his waist, was the last person I expected to see.

"Hello, love" he says to me with a smile.

And with that, the memories started flooding back to me.

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