CHIARA POV
Luis stared at me, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The words stumbled out of his mouth, barely audible, "A-are y-you a freaking vi... virgin?!" In that moment, I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I nodded silently, unable to articulate a response.
His voice grew louder, filled with frustration and anger, "Why didn't you tell me?! Fuck!" Confusion flooded my senses as the haze of alcohol began to fade, my mind clearing enough to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. I realized this conversation was becoming overwhelming, and I needed a moment to gather myself.

Gently extricating myself from his embrace, I hastily adjusted my disheveled clothing, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. A swirl of emotions tugged at my heart, unsure of what would happen next. Taking a deep breath, I made my way to leave, my steps unsteady as the weight of the situation pressed upon me.
With each step, the pain in that area intensified, making it increasingly difficult to walk. "Ahh! Ouch! It's hard for me to walk," I exclaimed, the searing discomfort shooting through my body.
Luis cursed under his breath, his face contorted with concern. Without a moment's hesitation, he swiftly lifted me up and settled me into the front seat of the car, cradling me in his arms.
I could hear his urgency as he muttered to himself, his voice laced with worry. He wasted no time, quickly sliding into the driver's seat and starting the engine. The hum of the car filled the air, blending with my racing thoughts.
Luis's voice was filled with concern as he spoke, "I'll take you to the hospital." I looked at him, perplexed by his sudden act of kindness. Why was he being so nice? He had just taken my virginity, and now he wanted to take me to the hospital. It didn't make any sense to me. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of suspicion.
"What?! Why?!" I exclaimed, confusion clouding my thoughts. The thought of going to a hospital seemed excessive to me. What could they even do for me there?

"Look, you are bleeding," he replied, his eyes still fixed on the road as he drove. I couldn't believe it. I was bleeding, and it was all because of him. The frustration and anger that had been simmering under the surface finally boiled over. "Of course, you devirginized me," I said.
He briefly glanced at me before fixing his gaze back on the road, asking, "Where do you live?" Panic surged through me at the thought of him taking me home in this state. I knew I couldn't face my friends, Alexa and Sanya, in this condition. Their judgment would be unbearable.
"No! You can't take me home now," I protested, my voice rising with anxiety.
"Then where?!" he asked, showing signs of impatience. I realized I didn't have an answer. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to.

"Anywhere will do, okay? Just let me rest first because I'm already tired," I pleaded, hoping he would understand the urgency of the situation. The exhaustion had started to consume me, and I could feel my eyes drooping shut. Luis sighed, remaining silent as I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
FAST FORWARD
As my eyes fluttered open, the soft rays of sunlight filtered through the room, casting a warm glow on the unfamiliar surroundings. Confusion washed over me, and my heart started to race. This definitely wasn't my room. Panic began to bubble up within me, and I urgently surveyed my surroundings, desperately trying to piece together what had happened. The memories from the previous night flooded my mind, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. Oh god, what have I done?
The frustration and regret swelled inside me, triggering an exasperated scream that escaped my lips.
"Ahh!!" My hand instinctively reached up to gently tap my forehead, as if to physically reprimand myself. How did I let things spiral out of control like this? The weight of my actions pressed down on me, and I could feel a wave of self-disappointment crashing over me.
"What happened?!" Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Maximo stood in the doorway, clad only in boxer shorts. My eyes involuntarily glanced at his morning erection, but I quickly diverted my gaze, not wanting to create any misunderstandings or add further complications to the already confusing situation.
Maximo raised an eyebrow, seemingly puzzled by my silence, and gestured towards himself. "Look at me, woman. I'm the one who's asking you, not him," he clarified, pointing to his friend who is already awake inside his pants. My attention snapped back to Maximo, my mind refocusing on the urgent need for information.
"Where are we?" I finally managed to ask, realizing the gravity of my situation. It hit me that I had neglected to inform my friends, Alexa and Sanya, about my whereabouts. Uncertainty gripped me as I thought about how they would react once they found out.
"This is my condo," he replied, his gaze fixed on me. I couldn't help but marvel at the tasteful decor and the breathtaking city view from the expansive windows. However, my excitement quickly faded as I reached for my cellphone to check the time. Eight in the morning. A surge of panic engulfed me as I discovered a flurry of missed calls and text messages from my concerned friends, Alexa and Sanya. My heart sank. Oh no, I must be in trouble.
Desperate to alleviate their worries, I hastily dialed Alexa's number, my fingers trembling slightly as I held the phone to my ear.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Each ring seemed to echo louder than the last.
"Chiara!" Finally, she answered, and her voice exploded through the line, causing me to flinch and instinctively move the phone away from my ear. Shouting early in the morning was never a pleasant experience.
"I'm okay, okay?" I responded, attempting to infuse as much calmness into my voice as possible, although my racing heartbeat threatened to give me away. I knew that simply assuring her wouldn't be enough. Alexa was perceptive, and her next question confirmed it.
"Of course, you are! So, spill it. What happened? Why didn't you go home?" Her voice carried a hint of suspicion, implying that she suspected there was more to the story than I was willing to admit.
Fidgeting nervously under Maximo's watchful gaze, I hesitated for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts before responding. "Nothing happened, okay?" I finally managed to say, although I couldn't see her face. I knew that my answer would only fuel her curiosity further.
Glancing at Maximo, I noticed his raised eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity passing through his eyes. It was clear that he too was intrigued by my response. The weight of their concern hung heavy in the air as I mulled over how much to disclose.
"Why didn't you go home, then?" Alexa probed further, her inquiry triggering a sharp pain in my lower region. I winced and immediately sat back down on the bed.
"Ouch!" I cried out, clutching at the soreness. Maximo, showing concern, gently held my arm to help me sit back properly.
"Be careful!" he cautioned, his voice filled with sincere care. Moving was undoubtedly difficult, aggravating the discomfort I was experiencing.
"Oh god! That's Maximo, right?! So I'm right, you went home with him! And I'm sure something happened. That's why you didn't go home," Alexa's voice erupted through the phone, causing me to abruptly end the call. I powered off my cellphone, hoping to avoid any further communication. I couldn't bear hearing her accusations.
Turning my attention back to Maximo, I noticed that he was just looking at me, his expression unreadable. "It hurts," I admitted, my voice quivering with a mix of pain and vulnerability. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes.
"I'm sorry, I should have been more gentle with you," he said softly, his tone completely different from his usual arrogance. It surprised me, giving me a glimmer of hope that maybe he would be understanding in this situation. Perhaps I wouldn't have such a hard time completing my dare after all.
"Can I stay here for a while? Especially because you're the one who caused me this pain." As I confronted him, I expressed my desire to stay in the same location where we were both present. The situation had arisen due to his actions, and I wanted to hold him accountable for what had occurred between us. Although he didn't planned for this to happen, he managed to affect me in a way that caused significant discomfort.
Sensing my frustration, he let out a sigh before lifting me up, which immediately sparked curiosity within me. I couldn't help but wonder where he intended to take me. Panic began to set in as I contemplated the possibility of him kicking me out. How would I manage to make my way home? Would I have to crawl?
Attempting to calm me down, he assured me that he had no intention of removing me from the premises. "Just chill there, I'll cook for you," he said with a hint of annoyance, as if he could read my thoughts. He then guided me to a chair in the kitchen, settling me down. I was taken aback by his offer to cook. Did I hear him correctly? Was he actually going to prepare a meal?
In astonishment, I questioned his culinary abilities, trying not to show too much surprise. It was truly unexpected for someone like him to possess such skills. "You'll cook? Do you even know how to cook?" I asked, hoping to probe further into his surprising talents.
Confidently, he replied, "Of course, and I'm sure you'll enjoy my cooking," even winking at me playfully. He began to prepare the ingredients, and I watched him with a smile, curious to see if his culinary creations would live up to his claim.
Being in this situation provided a convenient opportunity for me to accomplish my dare. I reminded myself of my determined nature - what Chiara wants, Chiara gets. I decided to seize this moment and ensure that within a month, he would confess his love for me. I was confident in my ability to make it happen, and I eagerly anticipated the outcome.