My eyes blink open to soft morning light spilling through the hotel curtains. It takes me a second to remember where I am—my head's a little hazy, my body sore in the best way possible.

Then I feel it.

The cold side of the bed.

Empty.

I sit up slowly, the sheets falling off my bare chest, and look around. Her clothes are gone. Her scent still lingers on the pillow—sweet, like vanilla and warm rain—but the girl who owned it?

Gone.

Last night hits me like a wave.

The party. The drinks. That moment when our eyes met from across the room, and everything else faded into background noise. The way she laughed—like I was the only one who could hear it. How her fingers brushed mine when I handed her another glass of wine. The elevator. The room. The way her body moved under me, against me. The sound of her voice moaning my name like it belonged to her.

And now she’s just... gone.

No note. No text. No goodbye.

Just a memory burned into my skin.

I fall back onto the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, heart beating a little faster than it should. Why did she leave so fast? Was it just a hookup to her? Something reckless for the night?

Because for me... it felt like more.

There was something in the way she kissed me—like she was starving, but not just for my body. For something deeper. Something she hadn’t had in a while.

I didn’t just sleep with her last night.

I felt her.

And now I’m left wondering if I’ll ever see her again. If she meant to disappear like that. Or if maybe... she was scared.

Because, damn it—whatever last night was, it wasn’t meaningless to me.

And I don’t care how fast she ran away...

She’s still under my skin.

And if I find her again—I’m not letting her disappear so easily this time.

I quickly put on my clothes and then leave the hotel, heading to work as CEO at the famous company.

Months passed, and I still don't know where she could be. I poured myself into work but still thought about her every damn single time. __________________________________________

I'm at my parents' house right now. Their friends and their almost 1 month pregnant daughter are coming today.

We're waiting patiently for them in the living room, subtly checking the time for their arrival.

Minutes passed and we heard a car pull into our driveway, then a knock on the door. The maid opened it and my parents' friends and their daughter walked inside.

They came into the living room where we are and my eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I saw that my parents' friends' daughter was her, holding her almost 1 month pregnant belly.

My parents stood up and greeted them, but me? I'm just staring at her and her belly. She still hasn't noticed me yet. But I know soon she will.