Marrissa's pov

"Grrrrrrghhh." The sharp shrill sound from the bedside alarm drove me into the land of the living.

I stirred from my slumber, groaning as the incessant ringing of the alarm pierced through the haze of sleep.

Instead of getting up or rather stop the shrill sound of the alarm,

I turned ,flung the sheets over me and continued sleeping when my phone rang at once with the alarm as if both annoying objects had planned to ruin my morning.

I almost cried.

My head bang,mad headache almost pulled my skull apart.

With a muffled curse, I fumbled for my phone on the bedside table,one hand out of the sheet almost knocking my most prized possession down.

The throbbing continued , evidence of last night partying.. I had celebrated the success of another contract I won for my company with my best friend

"Hello?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep and I cursed whoever that was at the other end.

"Marissa, wake up!" came the urgent and high pitched voice of my best friend Molly on the other end of the line. "Are you at the airport already?"

"Airport?" I asked hazily." What airport?

"Airport,Mr Thornhill,you are supposed to be at the airport."

My eyes shot open as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, I immediately flung the sheets aside.

I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to pick up my boss's son, Mr Morgan Thornhill, from the airport.

Goodness,I was so dead.

Panic surged through my veins as I glanced at the clock on my nightstand.

My boss, Mr George Thornhill gave me a vital piece of advice after giving me the details of his son.

"Don't be late… Do not keep him waiting".. he said sternly. "And dress nicely", he added.

"Shit, what time is it? This can't be happening!" I exclaimed, scrambling out of bed and nearly tripping over the heap of clothes scattered across my bedroom floor and in a hurry to get into the bathroom.

"It's 10 am ,already, girl" Molly replied, her tone stained with exasperation.

"You were supposed to go pick up Mr. Thornhill by 7am, remember?"

I cursed again inwardly, cursing my own forgetfulness ,for drinking so much last night even when my instincts told me not to.

I cursed at the pounding headache that now threatened to split my skull in two or maybe it had already .

Blindly I moved the scattered clothes aside.I vaguely remembered agreeing to pick up Morgan .

"I'll be there as soon as I can," I promised, my heart racing. I had been warned and I knew how punctual Morgan Thornhill was, and being late was simply not an option.

After hastily ending the call, I rushed out of the bathroom some few minutes later then rushed to get ready, my hands shaking as I struggled to button up my blouse and smooth out the wrinkles in my skirt.

I glanced at myself in the mirror then at the clock then at the mirror again grimacing at my disheveled appearance.

With one last glance at the clock, I dashed out the door, entered my car and drove in high speed, praying that I wouldn't incur Morgan's wrath for my lateness and praying I don't get sacked right from the airport.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I pulled into the airport parking lot,I felt my heart pounding in my chest and I was sure I could even hear it.

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard and cursed once again; it was forty five minutes part ten.

Lord knows I was damned,I hastily jumped out of the taxi and raced into the airport.

With a sense of dread gnawing at my insides, I hurried into the bustling terminal, scanning the crowds for any sign of someone that matches the description my boss gave me.

He had given me a card with his name boldly written on it and his picture, and right now I think I might have forgotten it at home.

I felt so stupid, how do I even recognize him?Even if he was standing next to me, I wouldn't know.

I placed my hand on my forehead, pacing, when someone pushed me hard.

I sprained my feet, trying not to fall flat on the floor.

"Watch where you are going, you dirty"… . he shouted at me.

"With all due respect sir, I think you are very insensitive"., I shouted back.

"You should know I wouldn't have collided with you on purpose, it's not like you are a very handsome model or something, so pushing me that hard was uncalled for", I continued, holding my legs in pain.

He looked at me as if I was a disgusting rag, he dipped his hands in his pocket, brought out his wallet and threw some money on me.

"That should fix your ugly looking legs and even buy you a befitting pair of shoes instead of that rubbish you have on", he said walking away.

"Excuse me sir", I called softly.

He turned around and I leeped towards him. When I got really close to him, I placed my hands on his shoulder, bringing my lips to his ear.

"Do yourself a favor and buy yourself a befitting character, your ugly attitude stinks". I slammed the money on his chest and walked away, a broad smile enveloping my face.

"That serves him right, he needs to learn not to mess with every lady he meets", I said to myself.

The buzz of my phone ended my victory too soon. A message from Molly reminded me of my predicament.

"Oh God, hellp me, how do I find Mr Morgan Thornhill? ".

I walked around for almost an hour, searching for him, it was obvious he wasn't here.

"What do I do?" I whispered, hitting my hand on my head.

I cursed myself for my carelessness,for going to the party last night ,vowing to never let something like this happen again.

Never.

As I drove away from the airport, a sickening kind of feeling dwelled in the deepest part of my stomach.

And there was one thing that I was sure of:

My ear was going to hear a lot.

A whole lot.

My phone rang and I shook in fear, was it Mr Thornhill?

I peeped at the caller ID and gave a sigh of little relief, it wasn't Mr Thornhill, it was Alice, my mom's doctor.

"You need to see me immediately, she said

as soon as I picked the call, it's about your mother" she said

My hands trembled in fear, I reversed my car and drove to the hospital, and sent a message to my boss.

As I feared, it wasn't good news. Mom needs to undergo immediate surgery.

"Where do I get that amount of money from?", I had asked Alice in desperation.

I had no one, dad was in prison, accused of theft. Molly, my best friend, does have such an amount to lend me. I called the only person I could, my boyfriend.

His phone rang three times but no response came from him, so I decided to go to his office.

I walked past his secretary who was absorbed with her phone. I got to his office door and heard some strange sounds.

"Oh. oo. hh, ye.. s.. oh.. god… ohh this is good.. you are so sweet Angel "

I leaned closer and my heart broke. I opened the door and found my boyfriend plunging inside one of his female employees.

He didn't even have the decency to stop, he continued, even harder as I watched in tears.

"Wha…t's… go.. ing.. on".. I stammered, the words difficult to come out.

"Hey Marrissa", he has the audacity to smirk.

I think you should just tell her the truth already, the lady spoke out shamelessly.

"I wanted to call you today", he said , I don't think our relationship is working anymore, we need to… ..

I stopped him with my hands, I didn't want to hear the remaining words, I doubt I'll survive it.

I walked out of the company, Mike didn't even run after me, after all the years we have been together.

He dumped me without looking back, without a proper apology.

Wow, this is really it, this is what it feels like to cheated on and be dumped.

I walked slowly down the road, my eyes blurry from the tears gushing out of it.., I couldn't hear anything going on in the world around me.

I stood at the middle of the road and cried my heart out, I didn't care if people looked at me weirdly.

You know what, fuck you Mike, fuck all you men who thinks they are Mini gods and can do anything they like to women. I refuse to be broken down. I will rise above this.

I walked with renewed strength and hope to my favorite spot. I will have the best time of my life tonight.