She got in the elevator covering her mouth as a vile was threatening to come up her mouth. Her other hand that was holding her shoes was clutching her stomach. Her eyes were blurry because of her tears.

The moment she stepped into the elevator, even with her fuzzy brain, she knew Noah would run after her, and she doesn't want to face him right now. That's why she pushed every button on the elevator.

She leaned on the cold stainless wall of the elevator, and despite the tremor of her body, put on her shoes and got out of the floor just below Noah's penthouse.

She walked the length of the hallway, staying close to the wall to support herself. She was trying to find a bathroom, but it appears like this floor is another private room, she looked back at the elevator contemplating if she should take the elevator again, but decided against it for fear of meeting Noah.

She quickened her steps when she saw the green sign at the end of the long hallway. 'Please be open,' she thought as she pushed the exit door. Her shoulder dropped in relief when she was able to open it.

She's been in this hotel before as she is a regular at Matsugen, she somehow knows that this hotel has a lounge bar on the 69th floor. She is currently on the 49th floor, just one floor down from Noah's penthouse.

She already threw up the bitter vile from her stomach in the huge potted plant she saw at the corner. She dropped herself at the stairs of the fire exit. She leaned her head on the railing of the stairs as the sound of Noah's voice echoed in her head.

"He didn't recall sleeping with me," she muttered under her breath. "He thought I slept with another man." When she spoke the words aloud and her voice resonated in the silence of the fire exit stairs, a feeling of disgust crawled on her skin. She felt like vomiting again.

A sob escaped her mouth.

The beautiful memory of her night with Noah was ruined. The image of that wonderful night was distorted with the image of what just happened in Noah's room tonight.

Where did it go wrong, she wondered. Noah's kisses were as sweet as she remembered. His burning touch and his uneven breathing, and how his lips trace her skin.

Every time his lips touched her skin she trembled. Shivers ran along her body from the top of her head all the way down to the end of her toes. With just a kiss and a simple touch, he drove her to yearn for the pleasure of the flesh.

She ran her fingertips on her swollen lips from Noah's kisses. He didn't just go for her tongue but he seemed to enjoy more sucking and nibbling her lips between his teeth. She clasped her shoulder blade for she felt a tiny pang of pain from it.

Noah bit her not so gently there, but she wasn't complaining. His way of lovemaking has always been the possessive kind. For Noah is a zealous lover in bed.

He likes to trail kisses on her skin, sometimes not so gentle. He approached lovemaking as if her body is a newfound territory that has to be conquered thoroughly into submission, without offering any explanation nor excuses. He simply intrudes.

He took everything that was laid in front of his eyes, hands, and his mouth. Yes, his mouth -- together with his tongue were conquistadors that command total subjugation. And she is his proud conquest -- a very eager one.

For she didn't really mind. To be honest, she loved it! Noah's aggressiveness in bed suits her taste because, despite it, he is a very generous lover. She longed for his touch that held her like a fragile crystal. She has no one to compare, but, she knew what feels good. She knew what she wants and how she wants them.

And Noah knew how to listen in bed to her body's silent pleas when her body yearned for a release. He is a fervent lover, always aiming to please her overflowing desires. Noah always taking her body to new heights and coaxing her lips to sing him praises, every lover knows the lyrics for they only consist of stringed vowel sounds.

He could make her honest enough to acknowledge her wanton needs, that only Noah could evoke from her. No other man has awoken her desires to be subdued and taken. Only in his arms that she gladly melted and surrendered.

She let him fill her void, both physically and mentally, as he defiled her in bed. Only to be forgotten in the end.

She stifled her sob but not her rage. She wasn't asking or expecting anything from Noah. When she agreed to come to his room, she knew that it was just a roll in the hay, a matter of scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

However, it is unacceptable for her that he forgot that he had her. It is despicable for a man to play around with a woman's feelings and pride. For it, Noah deserved to die and be fed to the dogs! She thought as she burst into tears.

She didn't know how long she bawled her eyes out in the staircase. But she knew a long time has passed because her butt felt numb from sitting on the cold stairs.

There is no way for her to know the time for she has forgotten her purse in Noah's room, and her phone was in it.

She finger-combed her hair, pressed her fingers around her eyes, which were so puffy from crying, -- to make herself presentable.

While she was slumped on the stairs, she smoothened her dress and her eyes widen as it became apparent that her phone and purse were not the only things she forgot in the penthouse.

As soon as she touches her behind, she realizes that she is not wearing her underwear!