ANGELA AJAX
A smell of coffee lingers in my nostrils forcing, me to open my eyes. My eyes are heavy, my head feels heavy too. I try sitting up on the bed and moan in the process due to pain in my head. As soon as I am able to fully open my eyes, I find myself in a foreign room. Where am I?
I look around and I see him standing further by the window, balancing with his butt on the windowsill with his right leg crossing the left leg. He has one hand in the pocket of his black sweatpants and the other hand is holding a white mug, showing off his dark-skinned broad muscular body. It should be a crime for men like him not to wear t-shirts whenever they are around women.
I look at him on his face, I find him staring back at me – not looking pleasant. I look down in shame as I don’t remember
