I woke up with the sunlight shining over me. The moment I opened my eyes and looked around, chills were sent down to my spine. Where the hell am I? I looked around and as I expected this is not my room at all.

“Oh, no no no,” I muttered. I rubbed my eyes to check once again that maybe I was dreaming and that I am actually in my room, but no I am not. I looked beside myself and saw a note that said, ``If you read this then you are probably awake, I went out to get breakfast.” I covered my mouth as my eyes widened.

“Shit. Christine, for God’s sake, remember what happened.” I said to my reflection. It has been 3 minutes since I read the note, and thankfully I managed to get up and get an aspirin. The only thing that I can vividly remember is that I was at a club

with my friends, we had a lot of drinks, I remember that I was talking to a guy then after that it’s just all black. I can’t even recall how I got into this hotel. When I checked my phone to see where I was, I didn't even have any battery left.

I sighed, I don’t even have anything to wear. I found my clothes all ripped apart and thrown on the floor. The only thing that covers my body is this bedsheet where obviously I had sex with. I went back to the bed and sat at the edge, just how stupid am I?

I heard the door creak as a sign that someone opened it. I gulped. This is the part where I did not think at all. What if the person that I slept with is actually a serial killer? Or a gangster, what if he kills me and sells my organs in the black market? Every footstep that I hear makes my heart beat rapidly. Will this be the day that I die? I think I’ve called all the saints and recited all the prayers that my grandmother taught me.

“Hey,” I paused. What a sexy voice is what I would like to say, but let us not rush because a man with a deep, sexy, husky voice can also be a serial killer.

When I lifted my head I was stunned by his beauty. I can’t even get a word out. Wow, I slept with him. That is the only thing going on in my mind right now, not to mention his body. He is wearing a plain black shirt that emphasizes his body partnered with blue ripped jeans. I gulped and smiled at him. “Hey… so you and I? We uh, we made love?”

“Yeah, I guess we did,” he chuckled and placed the paper bag he was holding on the table near the counter of the bed. “made love,” he continued. Wow, he is surprisingly shy.

We talked while eating breakfast. I found out that he likes lasagna more than pasta and he doesn't really drink unless it’s an occasion that favors him. I also managed to get his name, it’s quite unique, I figured he’d be a Miguel or Jacob but not even close. I quite like the sound of his name, Zion, huh.

“This is me.” I smiled at him, who would have thought that he’d give me a ride home? He went out of the car first to open the door for me. I honestly thought he wouldn’t be a gentleman.

This kind of gesture is all new to me, “So, see you when I see you,” his eyes were pinned at me for a moment, he shrugged and went back inside his car. He waved goodbye before driving away.

Being able to encounter a guy like him must mean that it would be my last day on earth. I mean, it’s not like God is that generous to just give you that kind of man, you know. Did I do something good that I wasn’t aware of? Damn.

It has been a week since my encounter with Zion, and to be honest, I feel bad for myself that I didn’t even remember what happened that night. I swear to all the saints that I will not go beyond my alcohol tolerance ever again. It’s a shame that I can’t even remember how it feels it’s frustrating me.

What's more is that I don’t have his contact, so I’m here searching for a Zion on Instagram manifesting all the miracles I have left in my body.

“Why is finding his account so hard? Is he a ghost or something?” I looked at the white ceiling ahead of me and closed my eyes for a bit. I can hear the wind gushing outside the window, the cars beeping down the street, and the familiar melody that I got used to when I moved in. Come to think of it, I wasn’t even planning on going out that day, but I did because I got accepted into the company where only 5 out of 100 applicants pass. It was a rational decision I made.

The ZL company is one of the greatest companies there is in business. I am obsessed with their products and amazed with their marketing style. That’s why the moment that they announced that they are open for new employees, I had to rush everything starting with my resume. I remember asking help from a senior back in college that is now working in ZL.

Tomorrow is the day that I start with my work, and it also happened to be the day that the new CEO of the company will make a public appearance.

“Come to think of it, no one has ever seen the new CEO of ZL aside from their employees and none dared to say a word to what he looks like, especially his characteristics.” I gulped. I feel a sudden breeze of nervousness down to my core. Oh God, just thinking about how scary they’d be made my stomach ache.

I sighed, “Maybe I should wear something a little revealing but at the same time no?” I walked right into my closet and checked all the blouses and dresses that I have. None of this really screams little revealing and at the same time no.

I checked once again until I found a paper, probably one from the boys that I slept with. When I opened the bag, I saw a black dress with white puss sleeves, tight enough to emphasize my curves and my chest. The length is also good, not too long and too short.

“This is what I call a little revealing but at the same time no.”

I placed the dress back into the paper bag, I’ll have to press that tomorrow. It’s a big day, hopefully, it will be peaceful.