I woke up feeling a throbbing headache. I must have had one too many drinks last night. Taking in my surroundings, I noticed that the house had a white interior with brown accents, giving it a warm and inviting feel. The air was filled with a hint of a man's perfume, which reminded me that I was in Tyrone's bed. The simplicity of the room gave it a homely vibe.
As I was trying to piece together the events from last night, I heard voices outside the room, as if people were arguing. I wondered who the noisy neighbors were, lacking any manners. They were shouting as if they were the only ones living in the neighborhood.
I glanced around and realized that this was not my place, nor my house. I recalled what happened last night, and it all came rushing back. Tyrone. He was the one who brought me here, and the last thing I remembered was him undressing me.