Trouble with the President

The early morning sunlight crept through the curtains, casting golden rays across the room. It illuminated the figure of a young woman lying on the bed, her bare back exposed to the soft light. Her pale skin glowed like jade, a small black birthmark visible on her right shoulder. Silky black hair fanned out across the pillow as she stirred, her emerald green eyes fluttering open.

Tina Tung groaned, stretching lazily. "Ah... what time is it? Do I have class today?" Her hand instinctively reached for her phone, but all she found was the cool touch of the bedsheet. "Where's my phone?" she muttered, sitting up and pushing the blanket aside.

As she fumbled around the bed, a sudden chill ran through her. She froze, realizing she was only in her underwear. Her eyes widened in panic. "Wait... where are my clothes? And where am I?"

Her gaze darted around the unfamiliar room—luxurious, pristine, and definitely not her own. "This... is a hotel. Why am I here?" Her heart raced as she tried to piece together the events of last night.

'Think, Tina. What happened?'

'I was drunk! And went out on the street last night.'

She muttered to herself.

'Then I saw a girl screaming for a man who had obviously left her.'

Fragmented memories flooded her mind.

...........................

"What did I do wrong? Why are you leaving me?" A not so beautiful woman was crying on the street in front of a man.

This man looked rich, like a young gentleman or the heir of a big company, and he was wearing a luxurious suit, his short black hair and pale white skin were a deadly combination, he was like a nobleman, judging by his appearance, when he coldly replied, "It's not you, women are clothes and I've to change them when I get bored."

In the middle of their conversation, Tina came up to him in her drunken state and yelled at him, "Phew, what an idiot! Let me tell you something... If women are clothes, they're designer clothes you can't afford."

...........................

Then she tore herself away from the memories of last night: 'I can't remember anything after that.'

Her stomach churned as a terrifying thought struck her. "I didn't... lose my virginity, did I?"

Before she could spiral further, the sound of running water snapped her back to reality.

 [Rustling... rustling...] Someone was in the bathroom.

She stood up, walked to the bathroom and tried to see through the murky glass door of the bathroom, 'What is that? Someone in the bathroom?'

She quietly opened the glass door, the sudden flash of bathroom light rendering her unable to see for a moment as she pulled back her pupil and focused on the person in front of her.

The body of a man appeared in her field of vision, toned muscles, great shape, almost like the body of a celebrity, she moved her gaze up to see his face but couldn't do so because of the steam.

Her gaze began to fall downward, from this man's neck, then from his muscular chest, then from his narrow waist, and when he wanted to go down even further, she immediately withdrew her gaze and turned around with her heart pounding hard and a blush like cherries on her face.

'No! I can't give up my morals!' Immediately she covered her already blushing face.

And then thought after a moment,

'Is he the one to deflower me? What should I do?' She thought about how to face him and ask him about last night, but when her eyes fell on the clock, she immediately remembered something and straightened up, 'I don't have time for this. I've to go now.'

She had to leave now. Scrambling to find her clothes, she spotted her t-shirt, only to recoil in disgust. It was stained, reeking of vomit. "Ugh, gross!"

Her eyes landed on a neatly folded set of men's clothes. Without hesitation, she slipped on the oversized shirt, stuffed her dirty clothes into her bag, and headed for the door.

But before she was about to leave, a sudden thought came to her, 'Wait... i'm not sure what that guy did to me...if I left now, it wouldn't be...'

Then she looked in her purse for a moment and pulled out a red lipstick, "Here it is. I've got an idea."

She grinned like a little demon.

[Meanwhile, in the bathroom...]

A few minutes later, the shower stopped running: "Drip... drip... "

The guy came out of the bathroom with one towel around his waist and wiped the water out of his hair with the other.

The memory of last night came to his mind and he sighed in exasperation, "Uh, what a disaster."

[Last night] 

He had brought an unconscious, drunken girl to this hotel to have his way with her.

She was wriggling on the bed and he was sitting on her legs, slowly undressing.

The girl slowly cried out, "Ah, what are you doing?"

She was unable to do anything because she had no strength to resist.

With a grin, he said, "Girl, let me tell you that there are no designer clothes that I can not afford."

Then he began to take off her clothes as well.

"What are you doing? Stop... uh....", she covered her mouth with her hand.

"Wow... What a pretty face!" The man got even more excited about her stupid actions.

The girl felt very dizzy, "Uh... i feel bad...."

He said confused and with a feeling of fear on his face, "Hey, do not tell me you are going to....."

And the girl suddenly threw up on him.

The disgusting smell got stuck in his nose, and with a big stain on his body, he said with a vulgar expression, "Now I am not in the mood."

[Back to reality]

"Worst hotel s*x flirt ever!"

"Worst night ever," he muttered, shaking his head.

As he entered the bedroom, he noticed the bed was empty. His eyes narrowed. "Where is she?"

A sticky note on the bed caught his attention. He picked it up, his jaw tightening as he read the message scrawled in bold red lipstick:

[This is for you. Goodbye. We will not meet again!]

Beneath the words was a smudged kiss mark.

Jim crumpled the note in his fist, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. "Not meet again? We'll see about that."

To be Continued :-