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.