Best of Both Worlds

Chapter One

What's more terrifying than waking up, disoriented in a completely unfamiliar environment? - Realizing that you're not alone. The moment my eyes met with a pair of grey ones, a couple of inches away from me. I couldn't prevent the loud scream that escaped my lips.

I rolled off the bed in my spur of heart-stopping fear and onto a neat rugged floor with a heavy thud. I had a hand pressed up against white sheets, I'd discovered that I was stark naked underneath. The other hand rested atop my agape mouth as I gaped at the stranger before me.

"Who are you?" I managed to let out, then glanced down at the sheets. I noticed the bare, toned muscles of his upper half and peeped underneath the sheets to be clear. Yup, we were both bare. "Did we -"

"I suppose, it is what it looks like," the man ran a hand through his dirty blonde dishevelled hair and down his face. He sounded disinterested in having this conversation.

"Oh" I lowered my gaze to the floor

My heart sank and a painful knot formed in my throat. I felt ridiculous on the floor, the sheets clutched in my hand like expensive jewellery, so I ascended to my feet. I caught sight of my dress lying on the floor, by the foot of the bed and my nude underwear, a few inches away from the gown.

I made the mistake of locking eyes with the man seated up against the bed's headboard. He stalked my every action and I felt even more self-conscious. My face burned with embarrassment and my mouth went dry. I averted my eyes and moved to pick up my belongings in the calmest way possible.

I made a straight line for a door I presumed to be the bathroom. With the click of the door behind me, the calm façade slipped away and my initial panic returned. I released shaky breaths as I trudged over to the counter. My chest tightened with every step and my throat constricted with a burning feeling.

A lone tear slid down my eye as I took in my reflection in the mirror on the wall, above the counter. I placed my dress on the counter with shaky hands, not breaking contact with my reflection. I looked like I was in a brawl, my makeup smudged, and mascara made my eyes look like that of a raccoon. My wig rested a few inches away from my hairline and resembled a bird's nest.

How could I do this to myself?

I would've never guessed in a thousand attempts that this would be the way I lost my virginity. I had guarded it with the fervour of a warrior. As a believing Christian, my virginity was the one thing that I was so proud to have intact. Especially at the age of twenty-five.

Was I perfect? No. Was I tempted to throw caution to the wind and give in to my urges and societal pressures? Sometimes. Yet, no matter the pressure or temptation, I persevered. I held unto the fulfilment of giving it to someone I loved and married.

A sob escaped my lips as the soreness from my nether region sifted through me. The splitting headache was far worse but it didn't matter to me. I pressed my lips together to hinder any more sounds from escaping and inhaled then exhaled. I needed to calm myself and be out of this damned place. The sooner, the better.

The deep voice of that man came through the door and I was a bit startled. I relaxed when I realized he was only on the phone. As deep as his voice was, his words were inaudible and I wasn't particularly concerned with was he was saying.

I spent the next five minutes fixing up my appearance. I used some tissue paper to clean up the mess on my face. Then moved unto readjusting and taming the wig, the best I could. Once I looked somewhat presentable, I rinsed my mouth and cleaned up myself. I couldn't bother to take a proper bath. Then, I threw on my nude dress.

I braced myself for another round of awkwardness as I pushed open the door. I peeked into the room and to my greatest relief, it was empty. I stepped further into the room and glanced around for my purse which I found on the floor, next to the bedside table.