Don't Let Her Slip Away.
Timmy pov.
"Yo! Ashley, would you send me some clothes to my room?" I said as soon as she answered.
"Your room? We didn't see you last night, are you back already?" She asked, her voice sounding like a mocking teasing surprise.
Holy shit! That was what was happening? I brushed my palm over my hair down to my neck. I had been wondering how the hell this room was so unfamiliar but I had thought that I had taken the liberty to book a common room for this night.
My mind was in a frenzy with a billion chaotic thoughts. That was so unlike me, Timmy Kim. I was never that stupid or careless to this extreme before.
"Are you back?" She asked when I went silent.
"Forget about it," I said solemnly before ending the call and looking at the screen.
I had spent the night in a different hotel too. What went over me the other day?
It was unbelievable. I was that kind of person who was always conscious and concerned of my image. With my scandals of womanizing every Fridays it had never been that, I was seen with a woman walk out of a room the next day.
How did I lower my guard yesterday?
Shaking my head off the frenzied thoughts, I checked my phone.
From the screen when I scrolled down, it was 7:30 am in the morning. By this time people were already awake in town and the I slide down the notification bar that had many application insignia from Phone, Messages, Whats App etc.
12 missed call notifications lined on the notification bar, 678 Whats App messages from 4 chats probably my fan group and maybe my manager, 3 messages offline.
The weather forecast of the day was showing signs of highly expected rain in two hours around the city and by the looks of things, I had no change of clothes so I had to improvise.
Buy new sets and crawl out of this place. But first, I wondered who had messaged me offline. Was it my mom?
Without caring to learn of my current location, I swiped up and read the offline messages. The strangers fact was that they were from a strange number, something that immediately caught my attention and rose my vigilance as they read;
[I am sorry]
[Thanks for your unknown contribution of a mature egg. I promise you will never even know about it.]
[Oh, and don't call this number, it's not mine. Goodbye. I hope your girlfriend doesn't read this. You are perfect together.]
What in the World!!!!
"My mature egg? My girlfriend? Who is this?" My mind was yet attacked in another frenzied mode.
Did she… of course not she did not read these. I thought of the possibility of Miss mysterious reading this but I kicked the thought away as I was likely the first person to read it.
Did someone tape us for a p******phy video? If so, this was really bad.
It was also Miss mysterious's fault, she should have woken me up by the time she woke up, we would have known what to do! And, who the hell on Satan's Apple was this person? Going on and asking me or rather put plainly ordering me not to text or call back this strange number!
Thankfully, there was no requirement of any money or blackmail, but why send the message after doing the deed? The deed that I know not of much less, the crazy Nice and Lovely woman I spent the night with.
How she had been angry earlier, what will happen if she gets to know of these?
"Timmy Kim! How could you be this careless? How could you?" I yelled and reprimanded myself through the mirror.
What did I just get myself into? And, was Nice and Lovely a part of this?
Then again, thinking back to how Nice and Lovely had berated earlier, she seemed like someone only running away from her shameful night and creating a tough front. She couldn't have been the one who did this.
I named my mysterious partner Nice and Lovely for the scent she had left.
Also, the message was sent before she woke me up or even before she woke up!
This might have been a plot done by my rivals or something. Why was I careless yesterday? How did I even allow myself to be careless that much. And God, I am so tired!
I racked my brain trying to ask myself what really happened and who might be the one who did it. As an online influencer definitely I had many competitors turned rivals, but who could go to the point of filming me on my sweet worst night and thanking me strangely for my sperm donation, appreciating how I look good with Nice and Lovely and after asking me not to retrace them back, they doesn't blackmail me?
If Nice and Lovely isn't in any cohorts with them, then, what am I going to do? Will she kill me? Technically in her threat she had said I might not live to tell the tale or remember of the day!
Should I ask for help with the DCI?
But, who was threatening my life or our life at that? I didn't even know Nice and Lovely's name! What if Nice and Lovely is a daughter to a prominent figure in the country?
A piece of her skin from her earlier exposed cheek and hands had exposed her flawless light skin. Is she someone who can be threatened and now that her enemies followed her, they might want to use me thinking that..wait a minute…did the text just say my girlfriend?!
I walked out of the bathroom and sat at the edge of the bed. I stared at the still crumpled bed sheets with the glaring inescapable blood print on the sheets. Memories of last night started flooding my brain. Now, they were suffocating and choking. I punched at the mattress that pushed back to normal throwing my hand.
Something that was also strange was that I couldn't see Nice and Lovely's face as much. It seemed that the way she had wore earlier was the same outfits she had yester-night. And I couldn't remember which kind of drinks we had yesterday!
I think the first trophy and award I have ever got since the start of my career had taken a toll on me and thus my actions. My celebration mode really matched the old proverb, when a poor man gets something, he boasts of his new wealth his butt releasing sounds like the cry of a dog.
I activated my data again and went straight to my social media accounts especially Instagram. I great motive was checking the top fans who commented on my last post, even the one which my crew has just posted moments ago for any clue.
Among the female, there was no scandalous comment. It was strange. Nice and Lovely was a mysterious person. Someone who made me spend a night in the different hotel from my crew! That had never happened.
Definitely, Nice and Lovely wasn't simple as I thought. This made me even more tensed than before and anxious. Many of the ladies who spent the night with me would leave comments at my posts first and thus the attraction of the entertainment media sites but this Nice and Lovely girl did not even leave a comment!
I felt kind of disappointed a little and enraged. I had lost my virginity anyway. She did not want to grow on social media? That was the question that came on my head. Now, in this generation, it one in a billion to find someone with no social media account. So even if I was to be beaten to a pulp, I would never agree to someone like Nice and Lovely missing an account in Instagram.
I had never regretted a night like this one. Yes, scandals was something that would push you to some point of celebrity influence, but, then it had negative impacts more than the positive one.
I was in trouble this time and I so wished to undo time. Crazily enough, I felt in my heart strongly that Nice and Lovely was unaware of this and her scent that still lingered in the air, even though it angered me, I felt a tiny peace from it.
It was even more strange. The day had not started as expected but thankfully I was alive. I had the crew to help with underground information digging.
Also, I had heightened my vigilance in case of any incoming threats, blackmail, leaks or any sort of news with regard of this. In between, I looked forward to meeting Nice and Lovely again.
Possibly, she did not seem to be a coward at sort of situations maybe she might just face the reality she was running from. Losing her virginity in this unconscious state was really not something to be proud of.
Who did not fantasize on their first times and with the person they wanted it to happen with too be so beautiful and rememberable?
I ordered for some clothes online from a clothe line that had wanted me to be their model and got an instant reply. They were more than happy to serve me and were already on their way. I was glad my charm still worked.
I then courageously after getting the clothes and taking a nice warm shower, got one of the hotel cleaners and asked them if I could pay for the sheets laundry but surprisingly enough, the old lady just smiled.
"My dear, this is no shame. You should be glad you have found a nice girlfriend in this generation," the old lady said and with a reassuring smile she patted my shoulder, "Just, don't let her slip away"
I just smiled wryly, how could I tell her that I did not know who Nice and Lovely was or even her name for that matter?