22. Business or Pleasure?

*Trigger Warning - Possible Sexual Assault*

It was Saturday, day six of me being here, and I still could not find my phone. I did not want to know how pissed off Sebastian was with me by now. It was not deliberate; I hope he knew that. Why was I so worried about what he thought about me and my vacation? He probably had other women in his bed by now.

I was terrible at remembering numbers, and I never had to call him before, so I just did not bother. I could not recall his company’s name either, so I could not call him at work to tell him I had lost my phone.

It was dusk, and the sun was starting to set, so I decided to head out to a cocktail bar tonight and let my hair down. Obviously, I would not be drinking because of my low tolerance for alcohol, but I would sip on shandies.

I took the elevator down to the lobby, and the hotel concierge greeted me. “Benito, do you have a lost and found? I seemed to have misplaced my cell phone.” I ask him, still wor