The Bet 🍹🪩🫣 (EN.short story 🇬🇧)

The Bet
Morning arrived quietly, like it was trying not to wake up anyone who might regret being alive. Soft golden sunlight slipped through the hotel curtains and stretched across the white sheets, warming Melanie’s bare shoulder. For a few peaceful seconds, everything felt calm. She stayed still, listening to the quiet breathing in the room and the distant sound of traffic. It could have been a perfect, romantic morning. 🌅

Then she opened her eyes. And immediately realized it was not that kind of morning.
She turned her head slightly and froze.
The floor looked like a battlefield.
Used condoms were scattered everywhere -near the bed, next to the chair, one hanging halfway off the small table like it had given up trying to escape. And what's more? Clothes were everywhere—dresses hanging from lamps, bras on the chairs, and high heels lying on the floor like fallen soldiers.
It looked less like a normal hotel room and more like it had been attacked by some wild, nomadic army that had no rules and no long-term plans.Melanie blinked slowly.
“Oh my god,” she whispered to herself.
That was… impressive.🫣

Melanie pulled the blanket slightly closer around her body and sat up carefully.
Across the room, Klara was lying on the carpet, wrapped in a hotel towel like a fallen queen. Tereza was half on the armchair, her leg hanging down, her hair covering her face.
Melanie watched them and trying to remember what actually happened yesterday. She covered her face with her hands.
And then the memories started coming back.🪩
The last clear memory was the disco.
It had started with the music. That loud, heavy bass that makes you believe tomorrow is just a rumor and consequences don't exist yet.
They had arrived full of confidence, like three girls who believed nothing bad could happen to them, which was always the first step before something chaotic happened.
They just wanted to have fun and dance.

The music was loud, the drinks were strong, and everything felt easier than normal.And then it happened.
It was somewhere between their second and third drink when Klara suggested the bet.She came to us from the dance group with sparkle
in their eyes. Ouh no, another her insane idea. She, always has strange ideas.

The Bet!🤩

She said it like it was a secret spell.
The rules were simple, stupid, and—at 2 AM—extremely important: who could seduce the most guys before sunrise. Fuck without feeling, without obligations, only numbers are important.The one who wins will be the best bitch of the night.

At first, it was just a joke. But after a few rounds of tequila, it became a mission!

They laughed when they agreed, but Melanie remembered the dangerous excitement. The feeling of stepping over a line and not wanting to go back.
She felt a little nervous with her first one.
Melanie chose her first man easily. He looked sexy. His longer raven hair highlighted his icy eyes...She smiled at him across the dance floor, with little shy, letting him believe it was his idea to come closer. She touched his strong arm, leaned in just enough, and felt the moment he stopped resisting.She led him through the crowd to the bathroom, her heart beating faster, her body heating up with alcohol and adrenaline.
When she came back, Klara was already smiling like she had secrets too.
“One,” Klara said proudly.
Melanie only smiled.
Soon, the numbers grew.
Two.2️⃣
Three.3️⃣
Four.4️⃣
With each round, everything became easier.At some point, they started cheering for each other, meeting near the sinks like athletes between rounds, fixing makeup, sharing dramatic retellings of encounters that had happened five minutes ago but already felt legendary.
Melanie remembered one guy who spoke too much, one who spoke almost not at all, and one who was so attractive she forgot her own name for a moment.
Five.5️⃣
Six.6️⃣
They drank between rounds. Vodka. Cocktails. Anything that burned and made them feel lighter. Their laughter became louder. Their steps less careful. Their choices more reckless.🍹🍸🥂
With each new man, Melanie felt less like herself and more like a dangarous woman without fear.
They stopped pretending they were innocent.
They stopped pretending they weren’t enjoying it.
Seven.7️⃣
She remembered Klara almost falling into her arms, both of them laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe. Tereza whispering numbers like she was counting stolen treasures. 💭😅 Omg, that bitch! Always led by one point!
For a moment I thought I'd give up, I can't do it anymore. Like 3 crazy nymphomaniacs fighting for victory. 🏳️
And then he appeared.

He didn’t run over like the others. He just watched from the bar, looking calm and way too confident. Melanie noticed him several times—his steady gaze, his little smile, like he was watching a comedy show and he already knew the ending.

He didn't just decided join the game. He ended it. 💢🧨

He bought them a round of tequila without even asking. Of course they drank it when he invited them. He seemed so magnetic and mysterious.. He didn’t try too hard. He just waited until they were tired, drunk, and enough.It was too easy for him.

The last thing Melanie remembered was leaving the club with him and the girls. The cold night air hit their faces, they were laughing too loud, and he was walking beside them like a quiet winner. He hadn't played the game. He had simply walked in and collected the prize.🥇

And now they were somehow at the hotel.Melanie pulled her hands away from her face and slowly turned her head and saw him.Did this guy really screw us all? That was the part she didn't remember anymore. He was sleeping next to her on the left side of the bed, closer to the window. He was completely naked and disheveled. Looking perfectly calm—like he didn't even need a hangover cure.

She stared at the ceiling, then at the "battlefield" on the floor, and despite the headache, she couldn’t help but smile.

The bet started as a crazy game. She actually don't even remember who won. But looking at the room now... nobody really lost. 💋😅