The days begin to pass slowly. One after another. I concentrate on work and forget everything. Elena is in a bad mood, again. She's got her old driver back. There is no trace of Christian anywhere.

When Friday comes, Man Fitness contacts me. The interview and photo shoot will take place next week. Wednesday, to be more exact. I make a note of the time and place of the interview and tell them with a smile that we'll be there on time.

I'm in big trouble.

How do I contact Christian before the photo shoot and interview?

I don't tell Elena anything. I just hope I can solve it by the weekend. If I have to go to the club and find him, that's exactly what I'll do.

I'm exhausted. It's been an exhausting week. Today's dinner, Chinese food. We haven't cooked all week. Neither of us felt like going into the kitchen.

—We need to get drunk until we pass out. —I look at her with an eyebrow.

—I don't think that's exactly what we need. —I answer her as I put aside the remains of my food.

—Don't you want to forget the shitty week we've been through?

She's right.

We had a miserable week. She has suffered her absence, and I have suffered mine. But it's affected us both. I stopped going to kick boxing classes. I'd get up early and go running in the hope that by the end of the day I'd be so exhausted that I couldn't think of anything else to do but rest. And the first few days worked.

I haven't been able to sleep for two days.

Every time I close my eyes, I see him staring at me. And every time this happens I start to get excited without being able to avoid it.

I don't know what to do anymore to avoid thinking about him, his caresses, his look. Without even trying, his image comes to my mind. And the only thing I get is to end up tormented and excited. I have to get him out of my system quickly.

I stare at Kate, putting aside the memories of the week that just ended.

—You're right.

—Am I? —she says, suddenly sitting up on the couch.

—Yes, we need to forget everything that has happened. —I tell her as I get off the couch. —Let's start getting ready, tonight we'll forget about all our problems.

Two hours later, we're walking into a nightclub and heading straight for the bar.

—We'll start with Tequila, don't let the glasses get empty. —she says to the bartender as she holds out a bill.

He takes the bill and puts the drinks in front of us. I take mine and raise it while I look at Kate.

—For an unforgettable night. —I yell at her over the music.

—For forgetting. —she shouts at me as we clink our drinks and drink them all at once.

The liquid comes down burning down my throat. As soon as I put the glass down on the bar, the bartender is already filling it. And so he continues to do so. One after another the drinks disappear. I no longer feel the burning coming down my throat and I have forgotten why we went to the club.

—Come on and dance! —Kate yells at me over the music.

I finish the shot in my hand and head for the dance floor behind her. I'm beyond uninhibited. And I feel a growing euphoria. We begin to dance to the intoxicating, moving rhythm of a song whose name I cannot remember at this moment. My mind is enveloped in a complete nebula. I no longer remember why I was drinking in the first place. I am having the time of my life and moving my body as the songs change one after another.

And the drinks keep coming as we enjoy the night like never before.

I need to get some air. I go outside the club. The cold night air hits my face. And I think that's just what I need. It's been a long time since I've been drunk. Tomorrow my head and my stomach will feel it .

I'm starting to feel really sick. I shouldn't have mix the shots with the beer. I hold my hand to my mouth, holding back the urge to vomit. But it's impossible. I end up leaning forward and emptying all my stomach contents.

When I stand up, I feel a little dizzy. My vision is blurry and I have a serious lack of movement coordination. I try to concentrate on getting back inside the club, but I get dizzy again and fall to the floor. I laugh out loud as I try to get up, but I can't. I get dizzy again and this time I can't even make the attempt to get up. I must look pathetic.

I see some shoes that stop in front of me. I look up, but my vision is blurry.

—Do you need help precious? —I don't recognize the voice that speaks to me.

I see a hand reaching out to me and I take it. It brings me to my feet and then I feel as if slowly my whole world is beginning to fade away and become completely black.

I try to open my eyes. The headache is unbearable. I put my hands on my forehead, but it hurts too much. I get up on the bed while trying to open my eyes again. I don't remember how I got to the apartment, much less my bed.

I need a remedy for this hangover. I need to get to the kitchen and prepare something for this headache.

I try to open my eyes one more time. And only then do I realize that I am naked, sitting in the middle of a big bed, in a room that is too big, too luxurious and too strange for me.

I am definitely not in my apartment. I get out of bed and examine the room. I see my clothes folded perfectly over an armchair and also my underwear. I walk up to the clothes, they smell clean. I put them on quickly. The front wall of the bed has huge curtains down to the floor which I imagine cover the panoramic windows. I leave the room even without my shoes. Outside, I find myself in the middle of a corridor. I look to both sides and decide to go to the left, attracted by the clarity.

I arrive at a huge room with pale colors and huge windows from the ceiling to the floor, which have the curtains drawn. To my left there is a huge bar and behind it a huge table for 12 people. To the right, the enormous living room. With a huge carpet on which rests a four—seater sofa, several armchairs and a small table in the center. I approach the windows attracted by the impressive view. And I am impressed with the beautiful view of Central Park in all its extension. There is only one building in Midtown with these impressive views. One57.

But now I have a bigger mystery to solve. How I got here and who this apartment belongs to.

The apartment distills luxury everywhere. But in spite of that, I don't see any family photos anywhere. Some indication that tells me who lives here. I decide to walk around the apartment to see if I can unravel the mystery. I turn around the bar and enter the dining room. The first thing I see is a round table with four chairs. Next to it, on the left, a white sofa with two burgundy—colored cushions. Beyond that, there is a large black marble countertop. I slowly approach it and slide my hand across the polished surface of the countertop.

Above the countertop, there is a tray with something covered. I uncover the tray and am surprised to see a sophisticated breakfast prepared. There is also a glass with something inside that smells horrible. I grimace as I look at the note next to it.

It will help you with your hangover.

I don't recognize the handwriting, but I decide to drink it. It tastes worse than it smells. I take a piece of toast and put it in my mouth as I continue my exploration. Behind me is the sophisticated kitchen. I open the refrigerator and close it again. There is nothing to indicate to me who this luxurious apartment belongs to.

I return to the living room and head back down the hall while I finish my toast. The room I came out of is at the end. But I see a door right in the middle of the hallway. I try to open it and the door gives way. I open it and go inside. I'm impressed with what I find.

There's a gym equipped with everything from treadmills, to weight equipment of all kinds and even punching bags of different types. I walk up to one of the bags. I miss hitting something. I hit the bag several times and smile. I leave the luxurious gym and decide to continue my journey. Right at the end, to the right of the room where I was sleeping, there is a living room. I prepare to sit there when I feel my phone ringing. I run into the room and locate it on a small table. I pick it up quickly, it's Kate.

—Ana, where the fuck are you?—I feel her desperate voice on the other end of the line.

—Kate, calm down, I'm fine. —I tell her by sitting on the bed.

—Where are you? —she says again.

—I don't know.

—What do you mean you don't know?

—Well, I do know, but I'm still trying to figure out who the owner is.

—Ana. What happened last night?

—I remember going outside to get some air, throwing up my life, and I think I lost consciousness. I don't remember anything else.

—We were looking for you, but when we didn't find you we left, I assumed that you had left with someone. —she guessed right, which I have no idea who that someone is.

—You said we?

—I met Elliot at the club.

—Ah, and you left with him.

—In the state I was in, I'm glad I met him and not someone else.

—And what happened?

—We've been talking all morning after we got up.

—Aha. And what did you do all night?

—Don't change the subject Ana. —she says with a smile. —Tell me where are you.

—If I tell you, you won't believe it.

—Well, tell me.

—Wait a moment.

I get out of bed and go back to the big room. I stop by the huge windows, take a picture of the splendid view of Central Park and send it to her.

—I have sent you a picture of where I am. —I tell her as I walk to the kitchen to finish the breakfast he left for me.

—Are you in an apartment at One57?

—Not just an apartment, one of the upper ones. You have no idea of the luxury that is here, Kate. —I take the tray and bring it to the table.

—But whose is it?

—I don't know, I woke up naked in a room and...

—Wait, wait! What do you mean you woke up naked?

—Yes, I have no idea what happened last night, everything is still confused in my mind, I still have a headache, but I don't think anything happened.

—You don't think anything happened? Ana, you are worrying me.

—I'll tell you when I know more. I'm fine for now, Kate. Whoever rescued me last night, I have to thank him for what he did for me. It would be rude to leave without knowing who my savior is. —I tell her as I take a sip of the juice.

—Ana, be careful.

—I will be, as soon as I know who my savior is, I back to the apartment. See you later. —and I hang up on her.

I stare at the phone screen. Kate has been worried about me. I have lots of missed calls from her, from last night and today. I didn't hear them. I continue with the delicious breakfast even though it's more than half a day. But then I feel a steps.

I stop eating breakfast.

The footsteps resound on the polished wood floor of the apartment. I freeze in my place waiting for the apartment owner to show up at any moment. I feel him approaching and then walking away again, I imagine down the corridor towards the room where he left me the night before.

I don't think I can continue eating breakfast anymore. Not when the anxiety of meeting the apartment owner is killing me. I get up with the tray in my hand and take it to the counter. I don't know what to do. I stay here or go out looking for him. I imagine that at some point he must find me. I decide to go out in search of him. I turn the counter over and feel the steps again, this time they come closer to where I am. I stop in front of the counter and stare at the only entrance to the dining room.