Craving for revenge, Mr.Alfonzo

PRIMA POV

As I slowly regained consciousness, I found myself lying on a plush bed in a warm and inviting room. The throbbing pain in my head and neck reminded me of the events from the previous night. It took me a few moments to realize that I was completely unclothed, hidden beneath a thick blanket. A blush crept up my cheeks as the memories flooded back.

"What the heck!" I exclaimed, my words laced with frustration.

Despite the lingering headache, I forced myself to get up and scan the room for my scattered clothes.

"What on earth were you thinking, Prim?" I scolded myself.

My eyes widened in shock as I noticed a crimson stain on the bed, confirming what I had feared - I had given away my innocence to a stranger.

Without wasting another moment, I hurriedly left the room and descended the stairs. My disheveled hair was the least of my concerns now. I was grappling with the overwhelming weight of what had transpired. It was hard to believe that I had allowed myself to make such a foolish mistake.

Upon reaching home, my mother greeted me, her eyes widening at the sight of my unkempt appearance. However, her surprise quickly turned into irritation as she confronted me about the events of the previous night.

"Prima, where were you last night?" she demanded sternly.

"I tried calling you, but you didn't answer. I even reached out to your best friend Jessa, but she was unresponsive as well. And now, you come home looking bewildered. Explain yourself!"

"Mom, not now," I pleaded firmly, desperately hoping to avoid the conversation.

"Why not? You've hurt me deeply, Prima!" she retorted, her voice filled with frustration.

Sighing heavily, I retreated to my room without uttering a word in response. How could I possibly explain what had happened? How could I admit to my mother that I had engaged in a reckless encounter with a complete stranger?

Outside my closed door, I could hear my mother's angry voice as she continued to scold me. She knocked persistently, but I remained silent, lying on my bed with my face buried in the soft comfort of the blanket. The events of the night replayed in my mind, and the weight of it all was simply too much to bear.

As the phone suddenly rang, I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Jessa calling. Without hesitation, I swiftly answered it, eager to confront her about why she had abandoned me at the Bar with that man.

"Hello!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with frustration.

"Wait, why do you sound so angry?" she asked, clearly taken aback.

"Why did you leave me alone with that man at the Bar?" I demanded, my tone firm.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Prim. What happened?" she asked, sounding confused.

Letting out a sigh, I decided that it would be best to go to her house and have a proper conversation. I had a feeling that she and possibly others were involved in this, or perhaps they had set me up.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom and took a shower, hoping to wash away the unpleasant memories that kept replaying in my mind. I felt disgusted with myself for allowing such a situation to occur. It was a night of drunkenness, and I never imagined that I would end up giving something so precious to a complete stranger.

When I arrived at Jessa's house, she greeted me with a warm smile. However, my mind was still preoccupied with thoughts. She invited me inside, and I took a seat on the sofa.

"Would you like some water or juice?" she kindly offered.

"No, thank you," I replied curtly.

I could sense her concern as she let out a sigh. Tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes as I looked at her. I didn't know where to begin, fearing that she would judge me too harshly.

"Where were you and Aries last night? Why did you leave me at the Bar?" I asked, my voice serious.

"We didn't leave you, Prim," she responded.

"You did leave me! Did you plan to abandon me with that man?" I pressed, my tone unwavering.

"Wait, what are you talking about? Are you referring to Mr. Hot? What happened?" she asked, one question after another, clearly perplexed.

"Yes, and I'm well aware of your intentions to abandon me with him," I grumbled.

She shook her head in disagreement, refuting my accusation. She insisted that it was I who willingly chose to accompany the man, and she had no power to intervene.

"You willingly went with him, Prim," she asserted.

"But why didn't you stop me?!" I demanded firmly.

"Because you didn't want to be held back. You were even furious, so Aries advised me to let you go since I was also intoxicated. And I believe there's a mutual attraction between you two," she explained.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath.

My emotions overwhelmed me, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Jessa embraced me tightly, gently stroking my back.

"Why are you crying? What did that man do to you? Tell me!" she urged.

"I gave him my virginity, Jess," I confessed.

She was taken aback by my confession, and she embraced me tightly. Trying to lighten the mood, she cracked a joke, but instead of finding it funny, I felt irritated by it. The thought of having sex with a stranger was something I never even considered. Now, I'm left wondering how I can keep my promise to my future husband.

As the months went by, the memory of that night slowly faded from my mind. I also began to accept that I had made a mistake.

"Forget about it. Your life doesn't end here, and besides, it happened a month ago," Jessa reassured me.

"But how am I supposed to explain to my future husband that I'm no longer a virgin?" I asked anxiously.

"If he truly loves you, he will accept you for who you are. You didn't want what happened, you just got caught up in the moment," she teased.

"Jessa!" I exclaimed, disgusted by her joke.

"I'm just kidding. You're a strong and serious woman!" she said, flashing a smile.

Her words left me speechless. Every time I thought about the foolishness of my actions, I couldn't help but feel disgusted with myself.

Today, we decided to leave the confines of the building and have lunch at a nearby restaurant. It was a change from our usual routine of dining together at our favorite spot.