Aurora
What are you supposed to do when your crush keeps staring at you? Do you approach him? Stare back? Or remain still and make a fool out of yourself while pretending to be uninterested? The third one would be me right now. This sexy stranger in a black suit wouldn't take his eyes off me for a while now, and I must admit he set me on fire.
His gaze was fixed on me, unlike me, who kept sneaking peeks every five seconds. His monstrous blue eyes never left my body, not even for a second.
"Here's your shot." The bartender caught my attention. With a shot of tequila before me, I smiled fondly, then I swiped the glass off the counter and downed the tequila. It burned, but it seemed to give me the confidence boost I needed.
Screw it!
I rose to my feet and walked to the other side of the room where the sexy stranger was seated casually like he wasn't doing so much damage to all the ladies in the club. I wasn't the only one staring at him, but so far I was the only one who managed to catch his attention. I could see the other women staring at me with jealous eyes. With my head held high, in stilettos and a mini skirt, chest pushed out to the brim, I walked towards him.
"Is this seat taken?" I asked seductively.
He paused, ran his eyes over me, and smirked. "It's been reserved for you."
I smiled and said, "My bed's been reserved for you tonight. Will you accept the invitation?" There was no need to beat around the bush; the attraction between us was lust, and it wasn't one-sided. He felt it too.
Like a scene from a romance movie, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the club. Helplessly, I trailed along.
I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. Mr. sexy stranger was sleeping soundly next to me, his hands were tightly locked around my waist in a possessive manner. Low-key, I found this hot, but time was ticking, and today was a Monday. If I showed up late to work again, Collin would have my head. Wriggling my body like a snake, I began to slip away. Hurriedly, I put on my clothes and without making a sound, exited the room.
It took me thirty minutes to throw up and fifteen to sprint to work. The cabs were all filled up, and I could not afford to wait for the bus. Man, I felt like a wreck. Pretty sure I looked like it too. Alcohol is a bitch, but she's like a toxic ex you can never get rid of.
"Why do I have such a useless worker like you?" I came face to face with my boss Collin the second I stepped foot into the work premises. It was almost like he had been waiting in advance to give a warm welcome.
Seriously, he did this every day. This man was bent on making my life hell simply because I turned down his advances. He intentionally makes things hard just so I would quit. But where else would I get a well-paying job in a reputable company? It would take me years to build my reputation from scratch. Those student loans won't wait for me; the interest would rise and rise until eventually, my blood pressure rises.
"Lovely morning, sir," I said sarcastically with a fake smile. I'm sure he could sniff the hate in between my words.
"What is lovely about this morning, huh? When are you going to bring me an exclusive, something newsworthy!" He yelled, and the next thing I knew, I was being smacked on the face with a book. The pages slid off my face disgracefully, and I bit back the urge to cry. Some of my co-workers gasped, but nobody said anything. This was nothing new, just a replay of every day's activity.
Satisfied, he spun around. "You better bring me something good, and clean up that mess." He said, walking off.
Like I was told, I fell on all fours and began to gather the scattered pages together. My eyes wandered between the words, and I realized this was the recent proposal I submitted yesterday. I doubt he even glanced at it; I've seen him trash my work in the bin without sparing a read. Tan abuse of power, but who will fight for me?
When I got home, there was a bouquet of roses in front of my door. Weird, I thought. I was single, and no man was wooing me. Either I lived a boring life, except for last night I decided to let loose and have some fun. All I did was work, work, work.
Maybe they had the wrong address. I brushed the flowers aside with my leg and walked inside my apartment. I was watching a K-drama when my phone rang. The caller was an unknown number, but I picked it up anyway.
"Hello, who am I-"
"Forgotten me so soon?"
A husky voice interrupted me; the way he spoke sent shivers. Of course, I knew who that voice belonged to.
"I don't know who's on the line." I lied.
"Liar."
"Did you get the flowers?"
"That was from you?"
I asked unbelievably, alarmed. I don't remember giving him my number either.
"Are you a stalker?"
"No, I'm smitten."
I paused, feeling my cheeks heat up. That was smooth, I won't lie.
"Are you free tonight?"
I had to come up with something "newsworthy" in Collin's words, but-
"Depends on what you need me for."
"Get ready, a limo will be there to pick you up by eight."
"Excuse me, I never agreed-"
Just like that, the line went dead. I blinked back, stunned, refusing to believe the conversation that just went on seconds ago. The dominance in his tone was very obvious. Was he perhaps a stalker? Or a psycho? Guess we'll find out by eight. I stood up and started to get ready.
First, I'll shave my legs.