Chapter Twenty-Two:The Walk Of Shame.

The sound of her phone ringing woked Marissa from her sleep, and when she lazily went for her phone on the head board and with sleep induced eyes she answered the call without knowing who was calling.

"Marissa Eva Diaz, where the hell are you?!!"

Sasha's thunderous rantings was what snapped her out of her ridiculous sleeping habit, that she lazily coordinated herself and she recognized where exactly she was, she sat up instantly as the events of last night came crashing down on her.

"Don't tell me you actually hooked up with a man, and slept out, who is he? Where are you? Did you finally pop your cherry?"

For someone who was supposed to be worried about her not picking up her calls, since yesterday. Sasha might have magical powers to have figured out what exactly she did with her time yesterday.

She was right!

She slept with a man, she had a one night stand with a total stranger who had left her on the bed, after beating her pussy like it was mainly reserved for him alone.

"I..uh .." Marissa wasn't able to talk properly, her voice was harsh from screaming and moaning last night, that she didn't want Sasha finding out the details and bombarding her with another series of questions.

"Hey, talk to me. Where are you?" Sasha was now worried, she didn't joke about her sleeping outside anymore since she hasn't heard any definite answer from her.

"I will be home soon." Marissa said lastly, before cutting the call. She didn't give her any more time to ask her questions and even though she told Sasha that she's coming, she should have known that she wouldn't stop calling until she's understand what's happening to her.

But right now, Marissa didn't know how to explain how exactly she was feeling. The sex was great, the stranger was good in bed but she didn't like the way he left her in bed and disregarded her like some whore.

But it was her mistake in the first place, she shouldn't have overslept. She should have been time conscious and should have woken up before him to do the walk of shame but the reverse was the case. 

He left her.

Without a name or any thank you note, Marissa didn't know if she was the one at fault for thinking ahead of this, of what has happened. He clearly told her that it was just for a night, so there's no way he would still want to keep in contact regardless of her will to know his name.

She hissed when she stood up, as some dried up blood in her thighs and purplish marks were on view when she stood in front big his mirror. He really did a number on her and when she tried to look around for her dress, her eyes connected with the large hickey at the side of her neck.

What the…

This was no normal sex, they made love.

A knock on the front door, had her gasp as she held tightly on the blanket around her before an older woman walked in with a frown on her face.

"Good morning,I believe you have taken enough rest, Miss. Mr.Russo had ordered that you vacate the premises as soon as you wake up." Mrs. Adams told the young lady, who nodded her head without trying to put up a fight with her, since her last dealings with the other girls that were here before her always tried to make a meaning after the night they had with her boss.

But she's surprised at the young lady's meekness, she didn't try to argue with her nor ask her about Giovanni's whereabouts. She nodded her head in shame and picked up her dress, and put it on  then took  her phone before leaving.

Mrs. Adams felt bad for the way she talked to her, she was different. The young lady wasn't like other brazen, sophisticated spoiled brats that would always make her involve the security men in throwing them out.

But before she could apologize, Marissa was long gone and boarded a taxi back home. The moment, she arrived home and knocked on the door, Sasha didn't wate tine to open up.

"Goodness gracious!Marissa, where have you been? I was worried." Sasha complained, but what she didn't see coming was Marissa breaking down into tears and hugging her.

"I did it, I finally broke my virginity, Sasha." Marissa cried, not out of regret from what she had done but she didn't like the way she was treated afterwards. She felt cheap like a whore.

Sasha said nothing but ushered her to sit down, to have a heart to heart with her. What she wouldn't take is her telling her right now that the motherfucker forced himself on her or shit!

"Who the hell is he? Tell me, let me storm my way down there and shove his tiny dick up his ass!" Sasha asked in annoyance, but that was the opposite of what Marissa was trying to insunate.

Marissa ended up laughing at her facial expression, which made Sasha to look at her dazed." You have it all wrong, Sasha. He's…not like what you imagined, truly."

"Seriously?" Sasha asked, before sitting back down on the sit." That was a waste of anger." She mumbled to herself while Marissa cleaned the tears that prickled at the corner of her eyes.

"So, how was it? Did he have you screaming his name from night to dawn?" Sasha asked, anxiously." Tell me about it, Marissa, i want to know?" She urged her on.

While Marissa shyly pulled a strand of her behind her ear, just thinking about the night made her forget that she's sore. The thoughts of being with Goivanni again, made her wet, confirming her doubts about him turning her into a nymphomaniac.

"He.. He's big, and extremely good in bed." She confessed, While Sasha's shout of joy followed after. For someone who didn't know who was with Giovanni yesterday, one night mistaken Sasha being the one who got her cherry popped, because what the hell was the overexcitement for?

"Gosh! I'm so happy for you, welcome to the club, sister." Sasha gushed, holding Marissa's hands who was all smiles but then that didn't help to curb the regret in her mind that she didn't do a good job at requesting for his name.

All she needed was to know who he was, was that too much to ask?