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Just then, I noticed something on the ring finger of my right hand. Something that definitely wasn't there before.
“What the fuck?” I grumbled, racking my brain to try to remember how it had gotten there.
An even greater wave of despair washed over me as memories of it invaded my mind.
Chapter Three
CAMILA
I didn't even know how I had managed to get home.
Just putting my own correct address into the Uber app was quite an achievement for someone with a hangover as bad as mine. Everything around me seemed to be spinning continuously, while my own mind kept spinning around itself trying to connect the latest events and always ending with the same sentence.
I had woken up naked, in bed in a hotel room, next to my boss.
How many different questions could revolve around this information? I didn't even know what I should do after that.
Well, logic told me to just keep living my life, since nothing I did from that moment on would have the power to change the past.
On the bright side, my boss didn't interact much with his employees. We barely saw him, to tell the truth. It’d be easy to go back to work as if nothing had happened, because I’d probably never see him again. And if he did, the chances of him not even recognizing me were high.
He didn't even recognize me when he woke up next to me, in fact. What else could I expect?
Besides, virginity was kind of overrated. So what if I couldn't even remember my first time? I'd make good memories from the second one.
Someday... I don't know when... I wasn't in a hurry, because I was focused on more important things in my life.
“So focused that I got drunk and slept with my boss...” I grumbled, as I put the key in the lock of my apartment’s door located in a much humbler area of Los Angeles than the one where I worked.
Upon entering the room, I was greeted by Waffle, my white cat. As usual, he came to rub his body against my legs and let out a meow.
“Shhh, Waffle!” I whispered. I got down on the floor, picked him up and stood up again. “Grandma must still be sleeping.”
Not for long, I knew. It was almost eight in the morning, and she would soon be up to open her bookstore at nine.
I filled Waffle's food container and ran to my room, hurrying to grab clean clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower. After the drinking – the smell of alcohol seemed to escape through every pore of my body – and what I had done last night, I really needed that shower.
What I had done...
Damn, everything in my body felt the same as it had the day before. I didn't feel any different. Nothing hurt—except my head, of course.
Yet another reason for me to completely write off that 'first time' in my life.
I left the bathroom and went to the kitchen, going straight to the refrigerator to get a glass of water, which I gulped down as if I had just returned from a desert tour. I did the same with the second glass, but I was startled and almost choked on the voice that suddenly reached my ears.
“You woke up early on a Saturday, Cami.”
I looked at my grandmother who was walking into the kitchen at that moment, and I felt like a fugitive from the police.
“Oh… it’s just that… I couldn’t sleep.” What a damn lie. Sleep was the only thing I actually wanted right then.
“But you came back so late from the party. I ended up falling asleep and didn't even see what time you got back, by the way.”
“Ah... It wasn't that late.” Another lie. “The party was pretty boring. Like every company party, right?”
“Ah, but that one wasn't so boring, because they announced your promotion in it, didn't they? Tell me, my love, how was it?”
She sat down, leaning her elbows on the four-seater wooden table and looking at me with her charming, admiring blue eyes. She didn't usually have breakfast before ten in the morning, but she always stopped in the kitchen before leaving for work.
