Orlanda sighed when she finally reached her house. It had been a hard walk home that felt like the longest walk through the Sahara desert. She had a headache unlike any other and her entire body was screaming to just lie down and relax. On top of it her phone had somehow died which didn't make much sense since she had 80% power when she arrived for the bachelorette party yesterday.
She entered the house and dropped her heels on the floor. She had walked barefoot home and honestly never wanted to wear another pair of heels again. She continued forward and found Roman in the living room. She needed a hug more than anything from him right now and moved towards him.
"My phone died so I couldn't call you to pick me up," she said.
She moved in for a hug but he grabbed her arms and stopped her. He had never denied her a hug before. He didn't look happy and she had no idea what might have put him in a bad mood. He stared into her soft brown eyes and tried ignoring what a mess her long, wavy, chestnut brown hair was. She needed a shower but there was something more important that he needed to handle first.
"We need to talk," he said.
"That sounds serious," she said.
"It is," he said.
He sat down on an arm chair and gestured to the couch next to it. She sat down and waited for him to talk.
"Tell me what happened last night," he said.
"I don't remember much," she said.
"Tell me what you remember," he said.
"We ate dinner and drank wine. After dinner we played a drinking game while drinking mojitos. I don't recall drinking a lot but I must have because I passed out and woke up way hangover today. My head is killing me. I've never felt like this before. I just wanna sleep," she said.
"Who is he?" He asked.
"Who is who?" She asked confused.
He handed her his phone and she looked at a picture of herself in bed with an unknown man. He was holding her close and kissing her neck. The light blue bra she was still wearing was on display.
"There's more than that one. Keep scrolling. Number three must be your favorite," he said.
She scrolled through the pictures. Number three was of them kissing. It felt like a hand reached in through her chest and started squeezing her heart. She had no memory of a man even being at the party, and most certainly not being in bed with him.
"So who is he?" He asked.
"I don't know," she whispered. "I have no memory of this happening. I don't know who that is or what is going on. What the fuck is going on, Roman?"
She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face. He looked at her for three long seconds and then wrapped his arms around her. She started sobbing into his chest. She felt like apologizing but she didn't know what she had to apologize for. She also wanted to deny it happening but the pictures were real.
"I don't understand," she cried.
"Hey, hey, hey," he said softly.
He broke the hug and placed his hands on her cheeks. She kept eye contact with him while he dried her tears away with his thumbs.
"I don't remember this happening," she said.
"I believe you," he said. "You have never been able to lie. Even when you try lying about what you got me for my birthday, you look down and try not to giggle. The fact that you're looking in my eyes right now makes me know you're not lying."
"I don't understand anything," she said.
"Me neither but I sure as hell will find out," he said. "I had a feeling something wasn't right. Your eyes are closed on every picture but I needed to be sure. Sorry for ambushing you like that."
He leaned in and kissed her to show her that he 100% believed her and that they were in this together. It was a short, closed mouth kiss but it meant the world to her to feel his lips against hers in that moment.
"How much did you drink?" He asked.
"One glass of red wine for dinner and one mojito during the game. I remember getting handed a second mojito but not drinking it because I started feeling tired," she said.
"Could one of them have drugged you?" He asked.
"Who?" She asked.
"Who made the mojitos?" He asked.
She thought back to the night before. They had all been given orders to remain in the living room while two of them made drinks for everyone. The bride to be and her best friend.
"Gigi and Jacy," she said.
"Guess who sent me those pictures," he sighed. "Jacy did. Of course she did. We both know she's had a thing for me for ages. She even offered to come over if I needed a friend after talking with you. Those two bitches fucking planned this. They drugged you and had a guy come over to..."
He paused and looked horrified at the image popping into his head.
"Oh no," he whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her even tighter before.
"What happened to you, Orlanda?" He asked.
"I don't know. I was wearing my underwear when I woke up. There's no weird traces of anything in my panties. I don't think he actually did anything other than staging some pictures but I don't know for sure," she said.
"We will find out," he said. "Are you with me? What do you want us to do?"
There was a fire burning in his eyes. A fire she felt deep inside too. She was angry someone had done this to her and tried breaking them up.
"I'm with you," she said. "Burn the fucking world down if we must."