Natalie's POV......
I lazily open my eyes to the piercing rays of morning sunlight coming through a window......that definitely can't be my window.
There's no way so much light found its way into my room.
Where am I?
I thought to myself, looking up to the strange ceiling. I tilt my head sideways to see the white walls of an expensive looking room.
What is this place? How did I even get here?
I sluggishly lift myself up to discover that I've been lying on a pretty comfy bed and.....
Why am I half-naked?
Gosh, my head hurts so bad......
I hold my left hand up to my head.
Wait.....
What time is it????
I quickly look around for my phone and I find it on the strange drawer beside the bed I'm now sitting on.
It's 7:50am!!!!!
What the fuck!!!!
"Shit....shit....shit...." I curse out, hastily making my way out of the bed.
I'm supposed to be on my way to work but I'm......
UGH!!!!
Where are my clothes????
I thought devastatingly, holding the big white sheet that I had on me, against my chest to cover my half-naked body.....just the front though.
A beautiful black dress hanging in front of what I believe is a closet door, catches my attention. I walk closer to find a note attached to it. The note says "Got this to replace your pretty dress. I'm sorry for ripping yours. Please put this on before leaving."
Wait a minute.....
I had a one-night-stand with the guy from the bar....
It's all coming back to me now....how I got here I mean. I actually slept with the handsome guy from the bar last night. My last night's memory is kinda hazy because I was a bit drunk but I still understand it. I can also remember the "ripping" of my black dress by my one-night-stand. But there's one thing that I seem not to remember so well......the sex...
Why can't I remember that very important part???
Natalie, you have work to get to......
Yeah....right.....
I quickly grab the dress and put it on.
I need to get back to the apartment and freshen up a bit. I can't possibly do that in a stranger's bathroom, not when the stranger is nowhere to be found.
Speaking of.....where is he?
That doesn't matter right now, Natalie. You're gonna be late for work so get going.....
Yeah, I should......
I reach for my shoes, my jacket that had been hanging in front of the closet door, just below the new dress, my bag and my phone as I proceed to leave the room.
Am I gonna make to the fashion house before 8:30????
Shit....Natalie.....
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"What the hell, Nat? Where the hell have you been?" Ruby asks behind me as I make my way in my room.
I had gotten to the apartment few minutes ago.
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Romance24-year-old working class lady, Natalie Hale mistakenly becomes pregnant after a drunken steamy night with her boyfriend, Dylan Flemming. Dylan, after promising to take full responsibility for Natalie's pregnancy, vanishes without any word or trace...