I woke up with a pounding headache. I equated it to dehydration right away, wondering if I had gotten too drunk and had one hell of a dream. The only reality I could recall immediately was picking out a dress with Holly. But when I sat up, laying a hand on my throbbing forehead my eyes widened in terror.

I was not in my bed. I was in the hotel room. A hotel room with a giant television, a glorious view of the mountains, and modern décor. All of those added together made a room I couldn't afford, even after a particularly good night. It was something only the son of rich parents could afford.

I was in Ajax's hotel room.

And I was nearly naked, wearing only my black, lacey bra and satin panties. I gasped, scrambling to pull the top sheet over my bare skin. But there was no one else in the hotel room to shield my body from. I barely remembered Ajax leaving the room, but it seemed that he wasn't back yet. That seemed strange in itself as the sun had been setting when we had come to the hotel and now it was blazing in the sky again. I must've slept for hours.

But that was the least of my concerns right now.

My god, I was a virgin but I had literally been begging for him to take me. I had pleaded that he stay with me, that he just touch me. I had gotten into his SUV and let him take me here. And it all started after I drank that damn coffee. A coffee that had clearly been drugged before I had gotten there.

I cursed myself as I leapt off the bed, pulling my clothes back on my body. I knew better than that. I knew to never leave my drinks unattended and I knew better than to take drinks from strangers. But I had done it. I hadn't even questioned it. I had just taken the drink and slung it back without a second thought.

And when he saw the affects it had on me he immediately dragged me away to his hotel room.

But, I was still wearing my underwear. I could feel the wetness between my legs. There was no denying the fact that I had been incredibly aroused last night, but I could remember the way that Ajax had stopped himself so clearly. I remembered calling for him, telling him to take me long after he was gone, but somehow I knew we hadn't had sex. And when I had started to show the symptoms after drinking the coffee he hadn't been delighted. He had been worried.

So why drug me and take me to a hotel room if he wasn't going to rape me?

I decided it didn't matter and made sure that I had all of my belongings. All that mattered now was getting out of here.

I paused briefly by the bathroom door, making sure I couldn't hear any movement from within. Then I darted to the door, yanked it out and glanced both ways before racing towards the elevator. But if Ajax was in the building he would most likely take the elevator. Then I would be trapped with him with no way to get out. No, the stairwell was a much better option.

I raced down the flights of stairs, listening so intently as I went. I knew that if any of the doors opened I would be darting onto the nearest floor, not taking any chances. Ajax hadn't exactly harmed me yet, but I wasn't dumb enough to give him a second chance to follow through on his failed first attempt.

By some miracle I made it to the bottom floor with no interruption.

But when I pushed the door open and entered the lobby I saw him.

He was facing away from me with a phone pressed against his ear and was pacing back and forth. But I knew those strong shoulders and that wild, auburn hair. I remembered wanting to run my fingers through that hair and have his lips on my skin. Hell, I knew that I would've let him take me if he had offered.

Being so attracted to a man who had drugged me made me feel so filthy, but I felt like I couldn't help it.

Regardless of my backwards attraction, I had to get out of here before he saw me. I didn't know what he had done to my body or how he made me feel this way but it was wrong. It was unnatural. I had to get out of here before he made it worse or drugged me again. I knew that he wouldn't stop if it happened a second time.

I kept my eyes locked on him as I crept out, into view. He continued to talk on his phone with his back to me. I walked as quickly through the lobby as I could without attracting too much attention, though wearing leggings was enough to get stares in a place like this. I wanted to keep watching Ajax as I went, but I knew he would feel my eyes on him. So I stared straight towards the automatic doors and my legs followed confidently.

By some miracle I stepped out in the Colorado air without hearing Ajax call after me.

And once I was sure I was out of the line of vision I started sprinting. I pushed those worn out sneakers and my legs as hard as they would go. People dodged out of the way, thinking that I was just going for a run in the busiest part of town in my leggings and sweater. Little did they know that I was running for a man who had drugged me and taken me to his hotel room.

But Ajax wouldn't really drug me for the purpose of raping me, would he? He had the sweetest eyes and the kindest smile. He always spoke to me so softly. It was like he truly wanted to be with me instead of just using my body.

I reminded myself that it didn't matter what he looked like. People were often one way on the surface and another way beneath. I knew that. And I had seen how entitled he was. Of course he would think that my body was his for the taking. I was a fool for even going to a café with him. I heard about things like this happening all the time. I knew better.

I knew better but I had still done it.

I ran until I hit campus. The students that milled over the grounds made me feel safer. Someone here would protect me if Ajax somehow found me now. Within ten minutes I was shut in my small apartment and I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket.

"Hey, Keiko, what's up?" Holly answered, her voice so bright and bubbly.

"Do you remember that guy I was telling you about?" I asked, my voice quaking.

"Yeah?" The happiness left Holly's voice, sensing how upset I was.

"He drugged me Holly. At least, I think he did." I confessed, feeling the first tears well in my eyes at the reality of what happened.

"What do you mean? What did it feel like? And where are you now?"

"I'm at my dorm now. I'm safe now. I think. But he took me out for coffee and after I drank it I started to feel really hot. And then I was like...an animal in heat. I kept telling him to touch me. Oh my God Holly." I was openly sobbing now, not even able to control it.

"Did he do anything to you? Did he touch you at all?"

"No, not really. He kept telling me to try and control myself."

"Okay, you stay where you are. I'm going to call your mom and we'll be right over, okay? Just stay put."

I nodded though she couldn't see me. I felt like I would never leave my dorm room again.