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, as if I'd slept in a ten-star hotel if there was even one. It screamed luxury, which I wasn't familiar with. There were

eam. My eyes searched the room for any sign of the man who had given me an amazing night. The man whose warmth had stayed on the other side of the bed all night was absent. I strained my ea

etached the sticky note and felt my heart sink as I read its contents. Panic clutched my chest as I realised the man whose name remained a mystery had left without a word. The note, which had been written in unfamiliar but beautiful handwriting, stated that I was to

orners of the apartment. How dare he tell me to forget what happened? Was he that disgusted about sleeping with me? I knew I was

us designs on it. Not taking my eyes off them, I moved forward, forgetting my shoes were in the way and ended up stepping on them. The action threw me off balance and sent me forward, crashing into the glass case. The sound of glass breaking filled the room, and the vases hit the ground with a loud, resonant

r, I tried to convince myself that it hadn't been intentional and that there was nothing I could do about it. I even went as far as to

e was a mess. There were dark shadows beneath my eyes, caused by a lack of sleep for about a week now, due to a project I'd been working on. My skin was pale, my lips dry and my hair a tangled mess on my head. There were small traces

ssed patrons and residents passing by were the last blow to my wounded pride. Sighing, I left the building and stepped onto the city streets, only to b

profusely for his mistake and promised to give me a free ride. Sputtering and shivering, I climbed into the cab, my patience already running thin. Upon reaching my destination, I gathered my belongings and slammed the door of the car before climbing the steps to my apartment building. It wasn't the best, but it was affordable and far clos

s left me with only one option, and it was a time-consuming and expensive one. I'd have to hire a locksmith to break the door and replace the locks. My

sly as he forced his

my shoulders slumping, I entered my apartment. Today had already started with one misfortune after the other, all

ed my hair, my stomach growled, reminding me of another problem: I was hungry. And there was no food at home. It was a minor issue compared to the

nger and the mess I'd left in his apartment. I couldn't understand his actions earlier, but one thing was very clear to me: meeting him had brought nothing but misfortune. And one lesson I would sure

at the night before