Playing Life

Chapter One - Unforgettable

I opened my eyes just to be greeted with burning light that came through the window beside my nightstand table, my eyes closed shut immediately. I opened them a few times more and after a while, they adjusted, which gave me the chance to check out my surroundings.

The room was massive, besides the king size bed I'm in there was a small nightstand with a white lamp on it and next to it there was a window that went from the ceiling right to the bottom where it touched the grey, panel floor. I can't remember being here before, this is definitely not a place I'm used to visiting a lot.

I was just about to move when I felt something on my hip, something warm which made me glance quickly at what it was: a hand. Who's hand thought? No answer came expect of a headache whenever I tried to think. Where am I? No, most importantly, who's beside me snoring?

God, plz! At least make him be good looking. Be good looking!

I turned my head around just to be faced with a dark haired guy, probably no older than 20. He had a rough jawline and high cheekbones which gave him that perfect look which went with his hair that screamed I-was-born-like-this. I giggled and the headache became even worse to which I pulled a face.

I moved his hand off my waist and tried to gracefully slide out off the bed, with no success. My feet painfully hit the ground which caused me to stumble a little, but I regained my balance quickly. I looked around in search of my clothes which I found in no time. Practice makes perfect. My black, strapless dress was lying on the floor beside a pair of matching Prada's black heels.

I slowly went across the room and got dressed, the only thing that was missing was my bag which I couldn't locate at the moment. Opposite me, there was hanging big, impressive mirror, and the image in it was even better. I had to admit that I looked pretty good.

I wasn't really tall at just 5'4, but my 7 inches heels made up for that. I was thin with curves just in the right places, my eyes were a dark shade of green and my wavy, dark blond hair just seemed to reach my hip. Giving my hair once more over, I realised that they are a mess just like my smudged red lipstick that I'm trying to fix.

Finally being satisfied with how I look, I made my way to the window not caring about the noise my heels made every time they came in contact with the floor, after all, I was not the one to be quiet.

As I looked through, the Empire State Building came into view in the rise of going down Sun, it was memorizing. I must be in Manhattan. New York, Manhattan, but wasn't the party in London? My thoughts were a much bigger mess then I was, but it's not like this didn't happen before.

I looked once more at the guy just to notice him gone, I didn't have much time to dwell on it as I noticed my bag lying on his nightstand table. Then it suddenly hit me, he wasn't there anymore. I rubbed my eyes, but nothing, he was gone just like that.

I've must have taken something strong, never before have I had such realistic hallucinations. I grabbed my bag and checked if everything was there and everything was, except the few thousand dollars I had. I put the metallic stripe of my bag on my shoulder and started to make my way out when I heard the toilet being flushed.

This got me dead in my tracks, maybe my imaginary guy wasn't so imaginary after all.

Suddenly the toilet doors swung wide open revelling him in his naked glory. I took the opportunity to look him up and down, and up again, who knows? This might be my only chance.

He was hot and his intimate parts impressive. The thoughts running through my head made me giggle in shame. His head snapped towards me and I was staring into those beautiful, brown eyes. His eyelashes were dark and long making him more intimidating.