Morning Full of Surprises

I woke up early that morning. I was feeling so relaxed like never before. Before I opened my eyes, I thought about the incident between us last night. Truly, he was so gentle and this made it more intense for me. 

I could tell the size of his penetrating tool. It wasn't used selfishly. Instead of inserting it all at once, he went slowly and made me enjoy the moment.

I felt pain, especially because I was just getting deflowered, but his reassuring words helped me find pleasure. It was something I would like to try again for sure. I planned to find out his name today. I still didn't like that he was a stranger. In our part of the world, this was not good at all. 

Still with my eyes closed, I moved my hands forward to find him. I eventually did, and I opened my eyes hoping to hear him say "Good morning, sleeping beauty" just like the way I used to read in novellas.

But that was the exact opposite of what happened to me. 

I opened my eyes to find out that I was touching my pillow. I couldn't find the strange man who made love to me. I stood up and looked around instantly. I could see the bottle of alcohol that we drank yesterday, his robe, and nothing else. 

Seeing his robe was reassuring. I knew he wouldn't go around shirtless, so that meant he had to be around somewhere. I decided to check him outside and this was the time I discovered that I had no clothes on. This made me quite shy. I could not imagine that I was going to see the man who had seen all of my body. 

Nevertheless, I had to do that. I was eager to see him and kiss him properly in daylight. I took one of my clothes and wore it before I ran outside the room. I was so eager and excited about that point. I went outside the room only to find out that she was nowhere to be found. I didn't know his name, so I couldn't call him out at all. I was so worried, and I also knew that I could break down in tears very soon.

I had to go back inside, but an inscription made me stop. Someone had written words, and it was written on the ground. Right beside the inscription, I saw the pin I used for my hair. I had to check my hair to confirm that it had no pins. This was proof that the strange man I slept with did the job. I proceeded to read the words he had written.

"I ENJOYED EVERY BIT OF LAST NIGHT. I WILL COME BACK TO YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU ALREADY." 

Instantly, I started to cry. I knew what this was. I had been ditched by this strange man after he ended up using me. He took my dignity and left me with nothing. I knew I would draw public attention if I continued to do this where I could be seen. I picked up my hairpin and cleaned off the inscription. After that, I walked back into my room. That was the safest place for me. I could cry as much as I wanted without any interruptions.

This had to be the saddest day of my life. It felt like a breakup but that, thicker than that. I was more unhappy because he robbed me of my virginity. If he didn't have sex before he went away, I might not feel so bad. I felt like he planned everything that happened that night. He made me fall in love with him and eventually made love with me and took his leave. 

That was good for a smart, strange guy. I didn't know his identity. I didn't know whether he was a noble or a commoner. His identity was unknown. This has taught me lessons already. In my life, I would never have sex on the first date and, also, I would never fall in love with a strange man. 

I will watch this from now on.

I wasn't the random girl. For me to have kept my virginity till I was twenty-five, could attest to the fact that I was very decent. I had several suitors that wanted me, but I turned all of them down. I attracted men a lot, but I was so focused. I didn't want any kind of man. I wanted my original mate, given to me by the moon goddess.

But of course, I had to wait till I couldn't take it anymore. That strange man had this charisma that made me fall for him like a log of wood. I thought he was the one for me because of our chemistry and, finally, I smiled as he exploited me. This was the work of my naivety.

That day was the saddest of my life. I had never gone through a breakup and this would be my first. I was in bed till evening. I cried until the afternoon and I stopped. I thought I would be hungry, but I wasn't at all. Once I heard the slightest noise from the door, I would run there to check if the strange man was the one who was knocking. 

My hopes were dashed because he never came. I had to kick out of this trauma in the evening. I knew I couldn't do this forever. 

I have to eat now. I couldn't cook much so I proceeded to cook the simplest meal I had in mind. While I cooked, I looked around at the items that he left for me. I looked at the alcohol only to find out that it was one of the most expensive around the region. It was a rare type of alcohol that could only be found in the mansions of Alphas, Betas, and rich nobles. I had a rethink about this strange man. He wasn't a normal man and there were more strange things about him than his unknown name. 

We drank about half of the alcohol's content the previous night and with this, I decided to drink the remaining just before I went to bed. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep and alcohol was the best therapy.

I also took a look at the robe that he left. This left me wondering if he left my place shirtless. I didn't want to think too much about this. I had to leave him to his business.

The robe was unnecessarily familiar. I didn't see all these the previous night because I was drunk with love and wine and because it was dark.

The robe looked like the one worn by royal families. If I was right, this strange man had to be the Alpha of the Alpha's son. I didn't know the probability of this. 

Also, this strange man might be a thief. He could have stolen the robe and this must be the reason why he couldn't wear it openly. He had to leave shirtless. This made a lot of sense. 

But the truth is, I didn't like the sense it was making. I knew I would overcome this trauma, but I didn't know how long it would take. 

It was on this day that I discovered that eating stress was real. This was what I did on that day. I ate until I was tired, then I ended it all with alcohol. 

I slept drunkenly, and I woke up with a hangover. I did this for three days straight. I wanted this strange man to come back to me once more. Even if he was going to come back and exploit me once more, I didn't care. I wanted to see his face and finally get to find out his name. 

On the third day, I stopped this. I didn't know what came upon me, but I stopped drinking and I stopped living a carefree life. I started to be intentional about my healing.

I did what I would do on a normal basis. I went back to work and I was fine. I still remember his face and I thought about him once in a while, but I was fine. 

I went back home at night and I cooked myself a delicious meal. I haven't eaten anything healthy in a long time and this would be my first. I ate this sumptuous dinner and I went to bed without getting drunk. I woke up the next morning without a hangover.

Then I heard a knock on the door. 

I walked down to the door with sleepy eyes. I had my red lingerie on, and it covered my body well enough. I expected to see one of my neighbours, but I met something unexpected. This made me wake up completely. 

He still had the same robe which he wore on the day I saw him. I turned around and saw the same robe on my chair. He must have many of those. 

It was a strange man.