Who Was She Really?
Timmy pov.
"Hey! Wake up!"
I heard a tough feminine voice shout in my ears, almost leaving it with the ringing sound.
"Ugh!"
I growled trying to stretch my limbs after the blanket had just been thrown off my body allowing the cold to brash over it.
"What is it?" I asked, sounding like a whisper trying hard to stay awake.
I breathed in countless times but all had the strawberry smell lingering in the air with a mixture of milk but above all, the scent of love making!
Another whiff and there it was again. The strong scent of love making!
That's when I shook my head to wake up only to be pulled up by the female standing by the bed.
She was wearing a brown suit that looked like a uniform to a certain organization. Definitely office wear. Her face was covered in a hoodie and a mask.
"You are to swear to never bring up these, anywhere else or else," she clutched at me by grabbing a hold of my collar bone and she was strangling me so hard as she bit each word with straight face and sternly.
Surprisingly, her voice was not only hard, but angelic. Focus!
Thankfully she was wearing a mask on I bet her saliva would have been flying to my face with the close proximity we were in.
I was confused at first but I recovered rather quickly trying to get a hold of her hands to decrease the pressure she exerted on my neck. She was hurting me.
"Or else, you will never live to remember this day or stay to tell it to anybody else!" She finished and freed me as I plummeted back on the bed on my butt almost rolling down on to the other end.
She took a yellow scarf roughly from where it was on the floor among my clothes that were carelessly thrown everywhere and walked over them with her pointy stiletto heels towards the door.
I was still shaking from the little threat she had left me with or maybe it was greatly because of the cold that brushed on my bare body as I watched her receding back.
She walked firmly and did not even look back until she closed the door in a bang!
"What the hell?" I shook my head in disbelief.
Truthfully speaking, I shouted behind her back and remained seated with wide eyes in fear that she might flung the door open if she heard me.
That was crazy. I think she is crazy.
After waiting for some seconds with the crazy beating heart of mine, if it was because of the scare just as I woke up or for the escape, even I couldn't explain.
I crawled from the bed and started searching for my clothes in their order. You know, from my underwear to all that.
They were all over the place except for my boxers.
"Where could it be now?" I clucked my tongue in disgust.
I tried to hug my bare body to warm myself a little. July is always extreme with cold and being early in the morning, it was so cold.
What I hated most in my life was searching for something, especially if what I was searching for was an item that couldn't even talk!
How intense was last night that among all my clothes, my boxer was the only one not among the clothes on the floor?
Thinking back to that eventful night, I seemed to have dazed. I only remember how we were stuck to each other all locked tongue to tongue, breathing heavily and grunting against each other's face and even how the door to this room was opened isn't even in my memory. And her face still vague from my memories!
Who is she really?
I can swear even the lights of this room were just opened now and even the door might have been left open!
Thinking of the door, my head snapped towards it and my gaze landed at last on the lock handle. On it hung my MEN boxers. I blinked in confusion but also, deep down I breathed a sigh of relief. I did not want to know how it ended up there, so I practically crawled on my fours and took it.
Then I looked through the keyhole and saw no one in the hallway. She was already gone. The crazy woman that I spent the night with was no where to be seen. I never thought she'd be that quick on those stilletos.
She might be running away from her shame. I guessed.
Her acting all tough earlier with that voice would have amused me when I could have been more awake.
I picked the key that had fallen on the mat and locked the door. I only stood up after making sure the door couldn't be opened by anybody without the key and started wearing my clothes.
In between I complained and lectured myself on that tiny humiliating scene.
"We had committed the deed together, why was I the only one getting the threat? What if you expose it for my attention one day?" I growled.
I did not even know her name or who she was rather. What if she is a police officer who is married maybe? But, I was an influencer. The one with the fast growing fan-base and I had just won yesterday, the Best Clad Fashion Influencer of the Year Awards.
She might even be one of my fans because she had seen my face clearly and because she had woken up before me and even wore her clothes. But why was she controlling? We were in this together, weren't we?
Then, there I froze. Something caught my attention from the corners of my eye. The red patch on the bed.
"What the f***! She was…a virgin? Oh my," I now could understand why she was angry and all threatening a minute ago as I exclaimed and left my voice trail off at the discovery.
She had just lost her virginity to someone like me!
"But I lost mine too!" I growled under my breath and kicked the bed.
"Auch!" I cried as I limped to the seat at the tiny vanity area holding my foot.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw no marks.
My Afro hair was still uncombed and my lips only had a smudge of her lipstick. That could explain the lingering smell of strawberry all over. I used my thumb to wipe it away and stared at the pink color on my thumb.
I moved it to my nose and had another whiff. It was definitely strawberry and a mix of milk. I raised my brow. It was the milk from the Nice and Lovely milk lotion like the one my sister had me smell the other day. This was her scent I suppose.
I rubbed the smudge in between my fingers and stood for the bathroom to wash it off. My leg throbbed and I almost lost my footing.
"Ugh! So what exactly sent me kicking the bed?" I grumbled under my breath.
I held the chair and hopped to the wall that I leaned on walking towards the bathroom. I opened the door and limped to the sink. I started washing my hand with the Detol antiseptic hand wash on the cabinet. As I slowly washed off the smudge, the strawberry scent vanished, blending with the hand wash scent. But, her scent was still there.
I whiffed much until I realized it was a scent that had remained all over me.
If I walked out of this hotel room in this manner with the two incriminating scents on my body, my manager and crew members would smell it and their judging looks and smug would fall on me. I have to wash myself.
With that decided, I opened the shower curtain and was greeted by the fresh smell of a used shower. She had taken a bath. So, when did she wake up? I did not even hear her leave the bed much less shower!
I couldn't be blamed for oversleeping, I was too tired to even spell my name. This deed truly is trying!
On the white tiled walls and floor, some blood spots could still be seen. It seems like she was on a hurry or this spots couldn't be seen.
I felt sorry for her but I was so angry at her too. She could have asked me or we could have talked about the solution. It was not like I was that kind of a bastard who would escape from her if she was not the one who had awoken earlier. Or crazy enough to yell and throw threats at her like how she has done to me. Who was she really?
To have the courage to threaten me? Didn't she know who I am?
I felt like I was finding it hard to put my finger to her mysteriousness. It was tiring and strange. It gave me a headache. But, I still felt like it was not the last day we would be meeting.
Ever since I became an influencer, I have always have ladies fawn over me, wanting even a one night stand with me yet here I am, I had never slip even for once until now I realized I became this stupid for once. I just threw myself or truthfully, we threw ourselves into each other for that one night stand. I am the victim.
I always date but had never taken the risk to sink into someone else. This was truly something else.
I took my phone from my pocket and dialed the third number from the favorites call log. It was the number of my wardrobe manager. I needed some clothes asap and to try and locate this Miss mysterious lady that had me stupefied.