STIGMA

Golden rays of sunlight washed into the bedroom, shafts from the huge windows spilling over the two occupants sleeping on a king-size bed. The woman groaned and shifted on the bed. Her long tresses tickled her bare skin. Her hands splayed on a torso of a man as she slept soundly, her naked body pressed against him.

She slowly woke up, wondering why was her pillow too warm to touch. The woman moaned softly, and her brows twitched as the sunlight hit her face, making her aware that it was already morning.

Luna Jiang just wanted to spend most of her days in her bed. Most of her nights passed by with her working on the advertisement for the newest phone that their company launched yesterday. Good thing it was already Saturday, and she didn't have to do anything for today.

Her hand unconsciously gripped the nearest pillow to her body, but she was surprised when she felt naked skin beneath her fingers. She opened her eyes in confusion and propped an elbow to lift her torso from the bed. Her gaze landed on a man smiling down on her, and she jolted up from her lying position while clutching the sheets to her chest, covering her breast from his sight.

"Where am I? This isn't my place!" Luna Jiang blurted out.

Her eyes looked around, seeing she was in an unfamiliar room. From the looks of it, it seemed she was in a hotel. She looked down on her body and noticed the darkening hickeys on her chest and that she was in her birthday suit. Her clothes littered the floor beside the bed.

"Oh, God … no … what did I do?" she murmured to herself. It finally dawned to her what had taken place apparently.

"You seemed surprised." A cold and stoic voice of a man startled her. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice. She couldn't believe the situation she found herself in. Her heart skipped a beat.