I slept for a few hours until a phone call woke me up.
It was Naomi, "Arianna, my castle was breached. Sh*t, it was just last night."
I felt a headache coming on and did not understand what she meant, "What do you mean by your castle was breached?"
She hesitated and said, "I slept with Sebastian last night. I think it must've been very intense."
I was speechless for a moment, then I understood, "Intense?"
"Yes, because my clothes were torn apart. He even ripped the new underwear I bought."
"Was it your first time?"
"No!" She shouted. "D*mn it, I didn't see him this morning. Did I break him? Was that possible?"
I did not know what to say.
To be honest, this was the first time I've been in such a situation.
"Well, why don't you call him and ask?" Sebastian was in his thirties. He would not be so ignorant of the affairs between men and women. I doubted that he would be disabled from sleeping with
someone.
"Okay, then I'll hang up first!" She said. The normal shyness and uneasiness of a girl who slept with a guy were nowhere to be seen.
I responded in agreement. Just as I was about to hang up the phone, she suddenly said, "By the way, where did you go last night? Linda just called me and said that she couldn't remember anything. She can't remember who you left with."
I pursed my lips and told her, "No, weren't you drunk last night too? How do you know that the man last night was Sebastian?"
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