(CHAERIN’s POV)

I woke up late.

But what I know is, I didn’t drink that much last night.

And why am I here in this room?

Whose room is this?

Who brought me here?

My eyes wandered through the room and I soon recognized that I am still inside the premises of the resort.

“Wait, I was with Sandy last night.” Psshh, the gay NBI agent.

For a moment, I tried to remember what could have had happened last night…

“.”

I slowly looked underneath the blanket that has been covering my body and my eyes nearly popped out when I knew I am !

“That gay me!”

Rrriiiiiiiiinnngggg

“H-hello?”

“CL, where are you? We’ve been calling you this morning! Aren’t we supposed to go diving?”

I looked at the wall clock. It’s nearly lunchtime.

“I-I’m sorry. I, uh, I will call you later.” And I ended the call.

I looked at my phone log and I saw a lot of missed calls and text messages.

I read the messages which were mostly from my cousins asking if where I am.

But one message from an unknown number caught my attention.

From: +852 xxxxxx

“Lin, you never knew how happy you made me feel tonight. It was such a very special night and I thank you for it. You made me feel whole and I will treasure it forever. I will never forget you and as a souvenir I took some pictures of us together. You made me feel so desirable, as if you can’t get enough of me. You are so rough that I felt my silicons destroyed in no time. I don’t want to leave you but I really have to go because I still need to have my silicons fixed because you massacred them. I will always get in touch with you because I know that we share something common and special. I will never forget about this wonderful night.

Xoxo,

Sandy”

I read the message twice…

Thrice…

Four times…

Yet what I read can sink in my mind.

“Is this for real!?”

I saw the attachment photo and I nearly fainted.

! !

This can’t be happening! I had with a gay!

My breathing became heavier. I might become hysterical.

I found myself staring blankly for a while. I want to hammer my head on the wall.

Sandy described me as rough and as if I can’t get enough of her. !

What will my cousins say!? What will my friends say!? What will my parents say!?

They will curse me!

No! NOOOOO!

I was still processing what had been happening when my phone rang again.