The thick duvet hides the rest of her body. The bed looks like a hurricane visited it.
Blankets bunched up into spiral on some parts because of how hard she had gripped them. My clothes and hers scattered across the room. I take my eyes off her and padded into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and come back out. My eyes narrows as they lands on her. She was in that same position when I left to the bathroom. She has not moved.
Did she pass out? I became worried at the thought. The last thing I want is having her get unresponsive and unconscious on me. I had experienced it before and it was not great. Bitch did not tell me that she fucking had anaemia.
I went to her side to check her. I tapped her but she didn't move or stir. Panic instantly fills me.
I move the hair away from her face to check if she is still breathing. Her full face comes into view, and my breathing stops the second I see and realize who she appears to be. My mind instantly conjures up a million questions. What the hell is she doing here in my bed? Why is she here? She cannot possibly be my newly hired bed partner? No. She is not her.
I scoot away. I am as confused as hell right now. My mind is at sea trying to figure out how this girl ended up here? Gweneth Calloway. That is her name. I have never been able to forget it all these years. Her name and memory stuck unto my head like a fucking magnet to metal. Wasn't her hair dark and straight? What is with the deep, curly brunette?
Oh no.
I slept with her. When she came into my room last night, I had not bothered at all to look at her face. I naturally thought it was the platinum blonde woman. Hell, I was burning with need and was desperate to bury my throbbing cock in a slick, wet cunt that I did not even bother to check if it is.... Fuck.
I don't even know the woman's name. All I know is that she has short hair dyed platinum blonde. Tall, a pale skin tone and unusually large tits that seems surgically enhanced. I move away from her completely by getting off the bed as I try to gather my bearings. Minutes later, nothing still adds up. I only grew more and more confused. Then I remember I had tasted a strong whiskey on her tongue when I kissed her last night. She had been drunk. I don't remember her giving me consent or anything. And I also don't remember her telling me to stop. She went at it with me like someone who had been prepared and was looking forward to the sex. Does she know it was me?
Worse.
If she does know, then that is even fucking worse because she hates my guts. I never thought the first time that I would see her in nine years would be like this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I pace about. I come to the rational idea of sneaking out before she wakes up. I have a very sure feeling that she would not be happy to see me when she wakes up. That damn assistant of mine has a whole lot of explaining to do. She is sleeping so deeply and sound and now snoring softly. She getting more comfortable while I am about to literally die from deep puzzlement and panic.
I had been so unrestrainedly rough with her last night. She must be so weak and sore. Yeah. Leaving is the rational thing to do. Imagine waking up in the morning after sex to see that you slept with someone that is a reason you had almost ended your life? Not pleasant. This is a nightclub with lots guest rooms for customers to go at it. Saving them the trouble of having to go their homes. She is an adult. She will be mature and rational about it and think of it as a normal, casual one nightstand with a stranger right?
Wait—what if she decides to sue for a rape charge? I can't be on the Newsweek cover for that. My phone's ring buzz on the nightstand puts a pause on my troubled thoughts. Speak of the devil, as well as someone about to lose his job. Thankfully she isn't awoken by the ring. I sneak away to the bathroom to answer, "Sir. Is everything okay?" Asked my assistant, his tone mixed with worry and concern. Him asking that means he knows what he did. He most likely has the look of a confused intern right now. I ironically snort,
"Everything is so fucking okay."