Her phone rang so loud and relentlessly .Her eyes were blurry and tired, her view narrowed. “fuck it’s morning already” she stretched her hand to reach it.

It was an unknown number. For a second she was still feeling sleepy, the phone kept on buzzing then she muted it, while she laid on the bed back. Tired.

she shifted slightly —“ouch. I’m naked”. Her voice low and week

Her panties are scattered on the floor like an unfinished laundry,careless and wrinkled.

Nyomi turned her head to the other side of the bed but, her one night stand is missing.

She blinked hard and immediately. $2,000? No, $15,000. A lot of thought came flying in her mind. Did he use and dump her? Did he get away with her virginity?. Is this another miserable day for her?

“You’re awake?”. A calm but firm voice came through.

She turned slowly. He’s standing near the bathroom door, steam curling behind him. Just a white towel wrapped around his waist. Giving his six packs more definition.His skin glistens faintly, and his eyes— she didn’t notice how sexy they were last night. Those eyes—meet hers.

Her breath catches.it was too sudden

The same voice that whispered naughty things to her ears last night .Her thought dropped. It's him. She was just being paranoid; he never ran away.

Her gaze was locked on his exposed body and traced it down to his well pedicured feet. Her lips dropped. “Damn he is cute” she whispered to herself.

“Yeah I’m awake,” she responded .

He moved with precision towards her. His eyes filled with interest in her, he held her jaw and kissed her like he wouldn’t have the chance to do that with anyone else. He did it passionately, she tried to let go of her lips, but he continued.

Her phone buzzed non-stop. One message, then another, five more followed simultaneously ………. She ignored, she was distracted by the work of Art standing right in front of her.

She scratched her forehead with her index finger, while she could not maintain eye contact with him, anymore . The thought that she had sex with a total stranger still held her chest tightly.

But the girl gotta do what she gotta do

The memory of last night visited her mind. She remembered how her legs were raised above her shoulders. Like the one on a sport training - now it aches.

What she had last night was undeniably good. A mixture of pain and pleasure.

She managed to wrap the duvet around her body to get her scattered panties.

“ fuck! It’s past 7:00 am” she grumbled as her gaze settled on the wall clock. He was just there watching her. She glanced at his face, “Damn he is hot.‘Whuteverrrrr!”She said with her teeth closed as I struggled to get off the bed, because he was looking at her.

She picked up her phone to read the messages that she was sent. She read through them.

Then she saw “we lost her” Lost who?she wondered. Her mind was not at ease at that moment. She scrolled through her contacts list to reach out to Jackson.

“Pick up, pick up your damn call” she was impatient, as the phone rang.

“Where the fuck have you been Nyomi” his voice came through, shaky and bitter.

Nyomi didn’t react “I got some strange messages this morning, wait. Is mum okay ?”

She didn’t hear a word from Ħïm anymore. He began to cry instead. “We lost her”. Her lips dropped, no word could come out, the tears in her eyes were unstoppable- they rolled down her cheeks without caution.

Clinton stood up ,trying to understand why she was crying “Hey are you okay?”

“I need to leave here at this minute,” she responded

“ I’d run a bath for you and I’ve also ordered your meal ,you lost a lot of blood last night . Are you sure that everything’s fine? Why are you rushing?” He asked her like he really cared.

“ yooo man! I don’t even know you” she snapped at him

“ We had just one night and let it be, you’re not my dad.” “I’d run a bath for you” she mimicked him.

“ Okay calm down, tell me your name atleast “ he sounded really concerned as his palms tried to touch her shoulder.

He still wants to know her name after being rude to him.

“ why ?, don’t ask me about what my name is.And do not touch me, I need a shirt and pants or anything I just need to get out of here this minutes” she fired back at him.

He cleared his throat, his face painted in disappointment - he didn’t know what caused the switch- and said “ I’ll just give you my shirt “

“ Whatever!, can I have it this minute?” . She snapped her fingers to have his dress, the only dress she came in with was yesterday’s G-string.

She took her phone and slammed the door behind him.

Nyomi stepped out feeling so guilty for being rude, Richard had never treated her the way the stranger did.

Clinton was in the bath tub, indifferent about how she acted, sipping a glass of champagne beside him. “I think I like her already". He reached out to his phone and put it on Do Not Disturb. He slid his body into the bathtub and closed his eyes.