I woke up, the sun shining in, blinding me. I got up and immediatly fell. I got back up, and closed the blinds, while rubbing my head. I looked around and everything was unfamiliar. Where was I? I didnt see the family portrait of Kendra, Randy, and I hanging above our bed, I didn't see our closet, any of Randy's suitcases. I looked down, to notice I was fully nude, I covered up with the clothes I found scattered across the floor. I looked over to the bed, I saw a figure, about 6'1, muscular. I could catch a glimpse of tattoos over the arm. I smirked. I sat back on the bed, and pushed the covers off the face.
The image I saw made me scream.
"What the hell! Adam, what are you doing in bed with me!" I screamed to him. He woke up and had a confused look on his face. He got dressed and looked at me. "Have you forgotten? You dont remember?" He asked calmly. I shook my head. I ran my hands down my face and sighed. The sun shown in and made a glimmer on my wedding ring. "What are you talking about? And, you still didnt answer me. Did...did we sleep together?" I asked with an ashamed look plastered all over my face. I still had no idea where I was. Half of the room was steady and still, the other spinning around. I had a incredible headache and couldn't even stand up.
"OK, lets go over this," He said slowly, as if I was a 3rd grader. "I met you at the club, you were drunk off your ass, and insisted that I bring you back to my hotel, and I think you can figure out was happended out next," He replied back. "Impossible! I was with Randy last night, besides, I dont even go clubbing," He smirked and shook his head. "Whats so funny?" I asked.
"Are you that hungover? You kept telling me how yesterday was your birthday and how you went clubbing with Melina. Any of that ring a bell?" I looked down and thought. It all came back to me. The club, all the alcohol and booze, meeting Adam and winding up at his hotel at 3:00 in the morning. I got up and tears flowed down my face. "You mean..." I looked at him. He nodded and looked away. "Dammit! This is the third time I've cheated on him!" I yelled to myself. I put my heels on and rushed out of his room, letting my hair bounce over my shoulders. I could hear him follow me. "Dana...dont go," He whispered. "What do you mean? I'm married, I have a daughter," I said, looking back to see if any hotel guest had come out their rooms to see our little discussions. "I know you are. Just...just, keep my number in case," He wrote his number down for me and put it in my hand.
"In case of what?" I asked. "In case you ever get tired of him, and you want to continue what we have," He leaned down and kissed me. He pulled away and gave me a look before walking off and heading back into his room.
I looked at him, then looked down at the number. Not evening believing, was just happened really happended. I was married. I should be happy, shouldn't I? But then I was still hoping two other men would pay attention to me. I sighed and walked outside, walking over to the street, calling for a taxi. As soon as the taxi pulled up to the mansion, I got out and payed him his fee.
I walked slowly the door, feeling like I was walking to my grave.
